Novel blurb:
[Kindhearted, righteous medicinal cuisine chef x aloof, arrogant demon lord]
Yan Luo was a medicinal cuisine chef, but transmigrated into the cultivation world as a cannon-fodder cook in the Demon Palace.
Strange dreams kept guiding her to escape the demon realm and uncover the truth.
Along the way, she happened to save Si Qizhao, who was on the brink of death, and struck a deal with him.
Only later did she discover that he was the Demon Lord, the most powerful leader in the demon realm.
Though she lamented her bad luck, the deal still stood. She prepared medicinal dishes to treat Si Qizhao's headaches and accompanied him across the realms in search of ingredients.
Before they could find them all, however, the immortal sects ambushed him and left him gravely wounded. While caring for him, she learned that her body's true identity was that of someone from the immortal sects, and that she had once saved him.
Si Qizhao had cultivated as an immortal in his youth. Because he possessed a vein of immortal-slaying blood, his master planted a demon-sealing needle in him and even planned to erase him with a demon-purging seal.
At death's door, his bloodline awakened, making him the Demon Lord. But the agony of the demon-sealing curse tormented him every month, until that day...
That woman eased his headaches, then accompanied him on his travels and fought the so-called righteous path for his sake, until she died and her soul dispersed.
He thought he would never see her again, but during the war between immortals and demons, she stood on the other side, now someone else.
At that moment, a smile played on her lips, and her voice was gentle. "Nephew Disciple Siyue, it's been five hundred years. I hope you've been well."
[My first novel, written for love. It has plenty of flaws, so read with caution~]
Upcoming novel: After the Colorblind Demon Princess Builds a Tomb on My Mountain
Blurb:
[Bold, decisive bandit queen with maxed-out strength x wise, gentle, and capable demon prince]
He Xiangye, mountain lord of Guy Yao Mountain, had only one wish in life: to uphold her master's dying wish and protect the seal and all living things on the mountain.
But one day, the Demon King sent people to say that he wanted to build a tomb on her mountain.
He Xiangye firmly refused. After several rounds of wrangling, the whole mountain was destroyed.
As her soul left her body, she found herself back at the moment when the two sides had been at a standoff. Only this time...
The person who came was a handsome man with clear, refined features and bright eyes beneath elegant brows.
His eyes rippled like water, and his voice was warm as jade. "I am Yun Qingli. I wish to borrow the Mountain Lord's land for a while. Would that be acceptable?"
He Xiangye: What kind of trick is this?
Though he seemed amiable, this time she didn't dare gamble with the lives on Guy Yao Mountain. She lowered her spear and reluctantly agreed to his request to build a tomb.
As time passed, however, she realized that this man, who suffered from poor eyesight, hadn't come to build a tomb in earnest. What's more, her master's death was closely connected to him. Feeling deeply deceived, He Xiangye stabbed him in a fit of rage.
"My master wouldn't have died if she hadn't gone to see you. She was right. There's not a single decent person in the royal family!"
Yun Qingli knelt on one knee, his hand braced against the tip of the spear as blood wound its way down his white robes.
"I hate myself even more than you do..." Blood spilled from his mouth, and his curved lips were as bright as the moon between clouds. "Perhaps this is for the best."
But later...
Only after learning the truth about her master's death did He Xiangye realize that Yun Qingli was the only exception in that rotten royal family.
"Why... didn't you defend yourself?"
"When I was young, my poor eyesight kept me from protecting my mother. But now, I will make sure to protect you."
The truth was far-reaching, and the situation gradually became clear. Yet the demon clan's internal conflicts grew ever more bitter, with regicide, usurpation, and bloody slaughter.
He Xiangye faced a thousand troops alone, crushing everyone who wanted Yun Qingli dead beneath her feet. Her red robe snapped in the wind, and the silver crescent of her Cangxue Spear gleamed.
"If you want his life, you'll have to step over me first."
Theme: Love others and yourself, and may life flourish.
Damn, you are too strong, you look good