Please follow my next book, My Archenemy Wants to Humiliate Me. Blurb at the very end.
Blurb for this story:
Five years after the Demon Lord Wuyan was executed at the Immortal Execution Platform,
she emerged with a host of demons and ghosts, determined to take revenge.
The first old enemy she encountered was her senior sister, Xie Muqing, who had once repeatedly promised to protect her.
On the mountainside, the protective aura that kept the rain off Xie Muqing crumbled. Her clothes were stained with blood, and it was impossible to tell whether her face was wet with rain or tears.
Wuyan pressed her sword to Xie Muqing’s throat.
The world had long forgotten that the peerless sect leader Xie Muqing had once had a junior sister.
When she was young, Wuyan had been badly wounded and near death in the Northern Frontier. Xie Muqing found her curled up in the snow, brought her back to the pavilion, and named her Wuyan.
She pretended to be obedient, hid her streetwise ferocity, and acted humble in everything. With the techniques she had just learned in hand, she waited along the route her senior sister was sure to take, doing her best to win over that cold, icy woman.
At first, her senior sister treated her very well.
But when Wuyan was dragged to the Immortal Execution Platform to be put to death, that same senior sister stood on the high platform, her aloof, noble figure watching coldly from above.
Of course Wuyan hated her. Every day and night she spent trapped in that desperate situation,
she hated her.
Until the day Wuyan went alone to a banquet and was ambushed by the immortal sects. Xie Muqing would rather cut off her own chance of survival than let Wuyan come to harm. After a long, indifferent silence, Wuyan finally took her back to the demon den, treating her with cold words while she recovered.
And so Xie Muqing’s beloved changed from a junior sister who used to do everything to please her into a demon who killed without blinking.
At first, she only wanted Wuyan to stay alive.
But later, as she watched Wuyan play with the bloodstained demonic blade in her hand, a strange smile curling her lips, she gazed at the domineering, supreme Demon Lord.
For some reason, she found herself missing that junior sister from years ago, who used to tug at her sleeve, shyly call her “Senior Sister” in a soft voice, and look at her with eyes full of love.
[This is not an all-female world. There are mothers, martial aunts, and older sisters, as well as fathers, older brothers, and masters. It has a somewhat ensemble-cast feel, but the main cast is entirely female.]
[The two female leads have a master who exits in the first five chapters. Not a good person. Consider yourself warned.]
[The story is split evenly between romance and plot. The romance develops a little slowly. The main story begins when they’re young!]
[There is a major misunderstanding, but the second female lead will not be put through angst.]
Upcoming story: My Archenemy Wants to Humiliate Me
Yu Zhige, one of Wenchuan Mountain’s Seven Talents, is a true prodigy of her sect.
But after a sudden upheaval destroys Wenchuan Mountain, she lies among mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, her bones shattered and her sword missing as torrential rain pours down.
Just as Yu Zhige believes she is about to die with regrets, Dong Chiyi emerges from the shadows and takes her away.
Everyone in the cultivation world knows that Yu Zhige of Wenchuan Mountain and Dong Chiyi of Ghost Garden have a bitter feud.
When they were young, Dong Chiyi appeared out of nowhere and blocked Yu Zhige’s path to victory.
As adults, Yu Zhige struck Dong Chiyi across the brow with her sword, disfiguring her.
Now that Yu Zhige has fallen into Dong Chiyi’s hands, countless cultivators in the cultivation world are waiting to see this proud genius fall from her pedestal.
At Ghost Garden’s residence,
Yu Zhige surveys the lavish decor and sits deep in thought on a mattress layered with twenty-eight layers of silk batting.
Is this another way Dong Chiyi keeps up appearances?
Later, Dong Chiyi searches for lingzhi mushrooms for her, repairs her sword, and even gives her the Ghost Talisman she never lets out of her sight.
Yu Zhige grows more and more uneasy. As her archenemy, shouldn’t Dong Chiyi be taking advantage of her weakness to finish her off?
She’s certain Dong Chiyi must be plotting some grand scheme.
While Dong Chiyi is away, Yu Zhige uses the Ghost Talisman to barge straight into her bedroom. There, on the bed, she finds a book titled How to Make Your Archenemy Fall in Love with Me.
Yu Zhige’s alarm bells ring.
She must be trying to make Yu Zhige fall in love with her, then humiliate her cruelly!
Dong Chiyi: That hint was obvious enough this time, right?
Yu Zhige: She’s trying to kill me. Run!
Bonus Scene:
The bathhouse at Ghost Garden.
Dong Chiyi wears a thin veil, the air misty around her as she approaches step by step. “Ah Wu, do you really not understand?”
The water glimmers, the moonlight is bewitching, and Yu Zhige finds herself, for the first time, thinking that her fierce archenemy is kind of hot.
An arrogant princess who falls in love without realizing it x a cool young lord who’s a little scheming, but not much
[Expected to be a short, sweet story. Please add it to your collection.]
Theme: Never forget your original aspirations
This is such a beautiful author. It is one of my favorite articles. I like the three-dimensional and not flat images in it [good]
No matter how you cultivate immortality, you can't escape "the only one". This expression is really laughable
Silent 3.0... So funny hahaha
The author is great, Yu Yi and Tang are male and female.
Congratulations on the completion [Purple Sugar]kswl
Why do you feel like it's almost over?
It was impossible for the senior sister to really want to kill Wu Yan. She most likely made a deal with that man. She rushed over with the others to cover Wu Yan, right?
Poor little Wuyan, he has not become a demon yet, but he is scolded as a demon cultivator every day.
Excited heart, trembling hands, finally here
It's over, Wu Yan cried, senior sister is fully responsible