After the Dark Moonlight Emerged from Hell

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[Lonely, aloof female lead with a dark allure vs. a madly beautiful male lead who pretends to be sweet and obedient]

Jing Xi spent ten years sending her enemy to the executioner's block, only to witness that enemy ascend at the moment of her triumph.

A storybook descended from the heavens. Her enemy turned out to be the child of destiny: a Demon Lord and a Goddess, entangled with each other for lifetimes.

She was merely an insignificant villain.

Jing Xi: In that case, you two can keep your little entanglement. The treasures, spirit pets, and inheritances are all mine.

Using the storybook's contents, she snatched the male and female leads' opportunities one after another. In just a century, she climbed to the top of the Azure Cloud Ranking, swearing to ascend through Heaven's Gate and kill the Goddess, then enter the Demon Realm and slay the Demon Lord.

But after Jing Xi crawled out of the Ghost Realm, why was the cheap master she'd "bought" for ten thousand gold taels even more eager than her to kill, rob, and plunder?

Wasn't he a beacon of the righteous path? Wasn't he the greatest swordsman? Could he really not be a demon?

Jing Xi was left deeply suspicious.

For example:

When the sect falsely accused Jing Xi of murder, the Sword Venerable laughed lightly and immediately turned against his sect to join her.

When Jing Xi killed someone, the Sword Venerable dug a pit and said, "If you don't pull up the roots, they'll grow back when the spring wind blows."

When Jing Xi stole a treasured manual from someone, the Sword Venerable emptied their entire vault and burned it to the ground.

A carefree smile was always on his lips. Even when her hands were covered in blood, he would only smile as he gently wiped them clean.

Jing Xi felt that Qi Yeyi was always putting on an act for her.

Qi Yeyi foresaw a scene in a dream: a woman as fearsome as a Rakshasa crawling out of hell, crimson clouds filling the sky behind her, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. She pointed her sword straight at him.

Her heart brimmed with hatred, while his eyes were bleak. For some reason, even after waking, he could not come back to himself for a long time.

He sat alone by the cliff and watched the mountains all night, veiled in mist and clouds.

No matter how he thought it over, he could not understand why the version of him in the dream had looked so lost.

After ten years of plotting, the stage had already been set. The leads were destined to come onstage and perform.

A madwoman playing at life, wrapped in the guise of a vengeful dark moonlight, stepped into the trap one step at a time.

On a ramshackle stage, you play me and I play you. He had meant to raise a sharp weapon, but before he knew it, he'd fallen in love.

Reader notes:

1. A satisfying power fantasy with a dark heroine; dual cultivation of the immortal and ghostly paths.

2. A rebellious, defiant couple.

3. The male lead is a fox mask; the female lead is plum blossoms beneath white snow.

Theme: No one is born to be destroyed