The Great Demon Lord's Daily Life as an Undercover Agent in an Immortal Sect

Female lead in control / Past and present lives / Anti-substitute romance / Fake childhood sweethearts / Fated entanglement

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On the day Ling Qiu succeeded to the position of Demon Lord, people couldn't stop talking about her old romance with Xu Jianzhen, the sacred son of the immortal sects.

Rumor had it that they had once pledged themselves to each other, and their feelings were no ordinary affection.

The world had suffered for years under the havoc wreaked by demons. Someone in the immortal sects proposed pretending to negotiate peace, using the sacred son's beauty to beguile Ling Qiu and make the Demon Lord bow her head, then annihilating the demon race in one fell swoop.

Xu Jianzhen overruled everyone's objections and gladly went. But before his bridal sedan chair had even entered demon territory, word reached him: Ling Qiu had massacred twenty-one immortal mountains and slaughtered the great clans, acting decisively and leaving not a single survivor.

The whole world was in an uproar.

Heartbroken, Xu Jianzhen drew his sword and fought her. At the brink of death, he asked through tears, "My lady, why have you betrayed me?"

The young woman before him was spattered with blood from her clothes to her hair. Her sword tip scored his flesh inch by inch, and she gave him a mocking smile. "You've worn his face for so long that you've forgotten who you are? Before my husband died, he was the greatest swordsman in Zhongzhou. You and he are worlds apart, and you have nothing to do with me!"

Speaking of her late love, even the great demon who had slain countless people couldn't hold back her tears.

Only then did everyone vaguely remember that there really had once been a young cultivator like that, many years ago.

It was him whom Ling Qiu met while undercover in the immortal sects. It was him who accompanied her on her travels down the mountain. It seemed he was also the one with whom she'd pledged herself, whose feelings for her were no ordinary affection.

The young man drew the Langya Sword and became the sacred son's reincarnation. He was buried in an unknown place so the sacred son could return to life.

That had been his fate. There was nothing to regret.

For ten years, then a hundred, his existence was entirely replaced by the sacred son of the immortal sects, reborn and returned. Even his own parents gradually forgot his name.

On a snowy night, the scent of osmanthus mingled with the smell of blood and flooded her nostrils.

The wind howled, tossing the loose strands of hair at Ling Qiu's temples. She remembered another snowy night just like this one. She loved watching the snow, and the young man had stood by the window to tie up her hair, his hands red with cold but his eyes bright. Again and again, he stubbornly asked her to promise him: "You have me now. From here on, don't let another man do your hair."

Bound hair, bound lives; in love, never doubting one another.

Her sharp sword pointed straight at Xu Jianzhen's throat. The elders of the immortal sects hurried to the scene.

No one could save the person the Demon Lord wanted dead.

At the critical moment, an elder shouted, "Spare his life, and I will..."

He stopped, unable to remember the young man's name, and hastily changed tack. "Let him go, and I'll tell you where your late husband is buried!"

With a clang, the silver sword hit the ground.

Ling Qiu looked up. The only time her sword, which had drawn blood every time it was used, had shown mercy was for a soul that had been extinguished for years.

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No one remembers who he was.

All the world knows is that a hundred years after his death, the terrifying female Demon Lord slaughtered every immortal clan for his sake, unleashing countless storms of blood and gore.

In a little teahouse, a storyteller droned on. Upstairs, a young man leaned by the window with his eyes half closed. At the crucial part of the tale, he finally couldn't help murmuring, "Nonsense."

He clearly remembered that she had never truly loved him, not even a little.

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1. The poem quoted in the blurb is "Parting from My Wife" by Su Wu of the Western Han dynasty.

2. The male lead is a crybaby, and turns into a fox who loves to act cute, but only around the female lead.

Theme: Love life and keep your heart turned toward the light