Xuan Ling chased after the young War God Yun Che for thousands of years. In the end, she won neither his body nor his heart, and instead wound up with her divine bones shattered.
She struggled to cling to life, and now spends her days swindling people on Spirit Mountain, living it up.
Then one day, a skin-painting ghost came to Spirit Mountain. He could barely speak and couldn't paint a decent face, so Xuan Ling simply gave him a skin.
It was a portrait of Yun Che.
Watching the once aloof flower of the high peaks come to life before her, Xuan Ling's long-suppressed hatred suddenly surged forth.
She loved that skin, and she loved having him beneath her feet.
She poisoned him, then held the antidote in her hand. With a careless tilt, she let it spill all over her body, then smiled as she watched him suffer.
“Want the antidote?”
“Come here and kiss me.”
Tenderness by day, passion every night. Nothing but surrender, without a shred of sincerity.
Until she personally put an end to this substitute skin and tore apart this dream of yellow millet.
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Yun Che was framed and devoured by a vicious beast.
When he opened his eyes, he had become a ghost, facing a cruel and ruthless woman.
To stay alive, Yun Che endured her daily humiliations, living in utter degradation.
In the end, Yun Che died by her blade.
The golden blade sliced through this divine-power-infused skin, freeing his soul.
After a long and arduous journey, Yun Che finally came back from the dead.
The first thing he did was go find her.
Then he would repay her for every humiliation he had suffered.
He would seek her out and imprison her, tying her up as shamefully as she had once tied him down, and keeping her hidden from the light for all eternity.
That was what Yun Che had planned, but when he saw her again, he still instinctively looked away.
Yet she came right up to him, putting on a pitiful, helpless act. Clutching his cloak tightly, she gazed up at him through her tears. “War God, save me.”
Yun Che: ...What an act.
But his hand reached out to her without thinking, pulling her up.
Xuan Ling's legs gave way, and she fell into his arms, whispering wickedly in his ear.
“Long time no see.”
“Little skin-painting ghost.”
April 19, 2025
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