The Little Ghost Clerk of the Underworld (Female-Dominated Society)

Hua Jiaoran has been a Foundation Establishment disciple of the Hehuan Palace for three hundred years. No matter how much she cultivates through dual cultivation, she hasn't advanced at all since reaching Foundation Establishment.

At a moment when her life hangs by a thread, the hazy figure of a young ghost messenger appears before her.

Hua Jiaoran presses a hand to her chest and grabs the ghost messenger's life-taking chain, struggling to say, "Wait! Sir Ghost Messenger, there must be a mistake in the Book of Life and Death. Don't you think I'm still worth saving?"

The young ghost messenger is astonished that Hua Jiaoran can touch the soul-reaping chain, and jumps back in fright.

"What are you doing?"

Hua Jiaoran blinks. Blood wells up in her throat, and she spits it out. The soul-reaping chain dissolves.

The young ghost messenger's fingers tremble. Their lips move as they stare at Hua Jiaoran in disbelief.

"This is impossible!"

Amused by the young ghost messenger's expression, Hua Jiaoran puts on an inscrutable air and curls a finger. "Want to know how I did it? Come closer, and I'll tell you quietly."

The young ghost messenger takes half a step back, instinctively sensing danger. But curiosity gets the better of them, and they still inch forward, looking cautious and ready to flee at any moment. "What?"

Hua Jiaoran curls her lips into a bewitching smile, grabs the young ghost messenger's hand, and pulls them into her arms, pressing her body against theirs.

"First like this, then like this, and then like this..."

The young ghost messenger's voice begins to tremble, and involuntary moans escape them. Frightened and confused, they mumble, "What are you doing? It feels so strange."

Hua Jiaoran's chest shakes with laughter she can no longer suppress. She pulls them close. "My dear little ghost messenger, you're so adorable."

After a long, passionate tryst, Hua Jiaoran's cultivation, stagnant for three hundred years, surges overnight. The crisis that had left her on the brink of death is resolved too. It is an unexpected delight.

The young ghost messenger cries and wipes away their tears, as if deeply betrayed. No matter how Hua Jiaoran tries to coax them, they won't speak.

In the end, Hua Jiaoran pries their lips apart, making the young ghost messenger stare wide-eyed straight at her. Their faces turn scarlet as their lips meet amid mingling moisture, and the young ghost messenger flees in a panic.

Hua Jiaoran wipes her lips and breaks into a delighted smile.

At their second meeting, the young ghost messenger holds a newly approved soul-reaping chain and stands far away, their face full of wariness.

"Why is it you again? Why do you keep dying?"

Hua Jiaoran spits out a mouthful of blood and leans against a shrine, smiling weakly. "Because I want to see you, my dear little ghost messenger."

The young ghost messenger blushes and hesitates. "Will you do that sort of thing to other people again?"

Hua Jiaoran's eyes light up. Hiding her satisfaction deep within them, she presses a hand to her chest and looks pitiful.

"I've given my heart to you, my dear little ghost messenger. Who else would I do such a thing with?"

The young ghost messenger's lashes tremble violently, and their face flushes red.

At their third meeting, the young ghost messenger has the soul-reaping chain fastened around Hua Jiaoran's wrist. They cry angrily. "Didn't you say you wouldn't do this sort of thing to anyone else?"

Hua Jiaoran smiles with carefree charm and offers no resistance, bending down to kiss the young ghost messenger on the cheek.

"But when I can't see you, my dear little ghost messenger, this is the only way I can make you come see me."

Premise: Love knows no bounds.