Name: Trapped in a Battlefield of Seven Ex-Husbands
Author: Fang Suiyan

Synopsis

Next story: Reborn After Faking My Death, I Share Sensations with My Rival's Doll. Synopsis below~

Song Daiyuan goes down the mountain to train, betting that she can reach the Deification stage within a hundred years.

As a devout female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect, she keeps three rules in mind.

No eating men who aren't handsome, no eating men with scrawny bodies, and definitely no eating men who aren't well-endowed.

The sect leader also gives her one piece of advice: There are plenty of good men out there. If one doesn't suit you, find another.

Daoist Partner No. 1: A handsome, powerful, tragic, scheming sword cultivator

Song Daiyuan comes across an injured sword cultivator on the road. Taken by his toned body, she discovers that a man who's hard to get can be pretty sweet after all.

The sword cultivator is suspicious, so she makes up a false identity and stays by his side. When he learns the truth, he despises her lies and feigned affection, and leaves in a fury.

Daoist Partner No. 2: A gloomy, mysterious ghost cultivator with impressive skills

The ghost cultivator is withdrawn and gloomy. A fierce ghost steeped in resentment, he is hated and despised by countless cultivators.

He resents Song Daiyuan for deliberately approaching him and warming his heart, only to bind him with a love contract just as he lets down his guard, forcing him to remain within her small world.

Daoist Partner No. 3: An arrogant, cunning fox-spirit magic cultivator

Song Daiyuan loves fluffy things, but the fox spirit only hooks his tail around her waist when he's aroused. The rest of the time, she isn't even allowed to touch it.

Song Daiyuan is very indulgent toward him, which makes the fox spirit want to scheme against her and gain the upper hand in their relationship.

Unfortunately, she has no heart.

Daoist Partner No. 4: A taciturn, straightforward tiger-spirit body cultivator

The tiger spirit is steady-tempered and doesn't push her away like the others. He even remembers what she likes and takes care of it without being asked.

But the tiger spirit wants a lifelong partner and hopes Song Daiyuan will stay by his side.

Song Daiyuan has never wanted that, so she runs away.

At last, Song Daiyuan finds the perfect partner: someone with plenty of money and little hassle. He's gentle and considerate, even willing to accommodate her, and has stamina to spare.

As she's considering forming a love contract with him, all her ex-husbands come looking for her again.

The sword cultivator, eyes red, kneels with a figure as graceful as an immortal's. "Ayuan, as long as you still want me, I'll gladly be your cultivation furnace."

The ghost cultivator appears in Song Daiyuan's room, just one screen away from her lover. In the bronze mirror, his cold lips brush her earlobe. "Ayuan, I practiced my oral skills just for you. Please believe me this time."

The demon cultivator reveals his fluffy ears and offers her his big tail. "Touch it as much as you like, Ayuan. I know I was wrong. Don't leave me."

The body cultivator, wearing only a thin robe, sits on the bed where Song Daiyuan and her lover spend every night together. He guides her hand over his broad, firm body. "Ayuan, I've thought it over. Could you please stop leaving me?"

That night, Song Daiyuan's lover kisses her again and again, utterly insecure. Holding her in his arms as her eyes grow hazy, he whispers, "Ayuan, you said I'm the lover who satisfies you most, and the one you like best."

"You still are."

"Right?"

#No first come, first served. Only unexpected arrivals

#Ayuan can like whoever she wants. I'll gladly be her concubine

※The heroine is adored by everyone but is a heartless, promiscuous bad woman: a Mary Sue story

※Romantic rivalry / women fighting over the heroine / every man chases her after the breakup. Seven male contestants, plus a frail formation cultivator and an enthusiastic young nobleman. Every man is utterly devoted to her. A chaotic, melodramatic mix

※All in, no picking a favorite, open ending

※The heroine has experience, while the men are virgins. The male lead is virtuous and chaste. The heroine is the first woman for all of them, and even after being dumped and getting furious, they willingly let her train them

※The male leads' cultivation power benefits the heroine, and they may even compete over who gives her more

Next story: Reborn After Faking My Death, I Share Sensations with My Rival's Doll

Ning Zhixia hates her nemesis, Dai Wen, more than anyone.

Dai Wen is two-faced and full of lies. To win first place, he'd rather hurt himself badly than let her beat him.

They argue every other day and fight every three days. Sparks fly whenever they meet.

Ning Zhixia thinks they'll keep fighting like this forever.

Until a secret realm collapses and its spiritual energy leaks out. Ning Zhixia steps forward and gives everything she has, but all she can do is blow up her core and perish along with the secret realm.

As her body vanishes into thin air, she vaguely sees her detestable rival, no longer acting like his usual carefree self, rushing toward her in a disheveled state. His voice trembles as he calls her name.

*

When Ning Zhixia opens her eyes again, a hundred years have passed. Just as she's preparing to make a dazzling comeback, something strange happens to her body.

She wakes up with an aching back and waist. Bruises appear on her body for no reason. Sometimes, invisible fingertips brush her neck, back, and the small of her waist...

Ning Zhixia blushes furiously and is determined to get to the bottom of it.

After investigating every possibility, she discovers that she's sharing sensations with the doll hanging from Dai Wen's waist.

That doll was once made by her own hands. Dai Wen had laughed at her, saying it could ward off evil spirits.

Ning Zhixia grits her teeth.

Dai Wen hates her so much that even after a hundred years, he still wears something of hers just to provoke her. He's even using a curse to torment her corpse.

*

A hundred years later, Dai Wen has become the undisputed top disciple, the admired senior brother in everyone's eyes, with no equal in swordsmanship.

To get her doll back, Ning Zhixia makes up a new identity and infiltrates the sect. She grits her teeth as she calls the face she dreams of punching "Senior Brother," and even when he hauls her away to reprimand her, she puts on a smile and says he's right.

After enormous effort, she finally finds her chance.

Ning Zhixia secretly takes the doll and opens the door. Outside is Dai Wen, who said he'd be gone for several days.

Dai Wen closes in step by step, eyeing the doll in her hand with casual amusement. "Junior Sister, where are you going with my wife's keepsake?"

*

Dai Wen resents how easily Ning Zhixia died, and hates that she left him alone in the world.

All he has left to hold on to is the doll she made.

Every night, his eyes red, he bites the doll and breathes in the scent that belongs only to her, tormenting it over and over.

Then every morning, he washes it and hangs it back on himself.

Until, at the sect's disciple recruitment ceremony, he meets a pair of eyes remarkably like hers.

The new junior sister has just joined the sect.

Dai Wen thinks he's hallucinating. He keeps seeing Ning Zhixia's shadow in the junior sister.

He quickly notices that the doll's scent has changed. It now smells exactly like the new junior sister.