After Falling to Demonic Ways, She Humiliated Her Emotionless Dao Master

[Updated daily. A love torn by hate. Dual POV. Early on, the top pursues the bottom and gets burned; later, the bottom pursues the top. Please add my upcoming novel, After I Accidentally Marked My Omega Aunt, to your library.] Qi Zhi defied all conventions and willingly fell into demonic ways. She stormed the sects of the cultivation world and kidnapped her own mentor, bringing her back to the Demon Palace to torment her in every way imaginable. Some cursed her: “That woman is a heartless ingrate! Immortal Venerable Ming Deng brought her to life from a stone, and yet she repaid that kindness with betrayal!” Some lamented: “Immortal Venerable Ming Deng was mighty in magic and had turned away countless disciples, yet she accepted Qi Zhi as her only pupil. And this is how Qi Zhi repaid her, by betraying her master and abandoning the righteous path!” Others protested: “Immortal Venerable Ming Deng gave her every kindness, bringing her all manner of rare treasures and opportunities, yet Qi Zhi showed her no loyalty or affection!” But no one knew that all Qi Zhi wanted, through everything she did, was to hear Wen Jiming say one thing: “I wronged you. I failed you as your master.” They say that the Demon Lord Qi Zhi was cast into the Demon Abyss by her own master, Wen Jiming, and suffered the agonies of venomous insects sucking her blood and gnawing at her flesh. Fortunately, Qi Zhi survived and was rescued by demons. Her cultivation soared, and she became the new Demon Lord. But she lost all her memories. All she remembered was Wen Jiming’s cold, heartless face as she shoved Qi Zhi into the abyss. Qi Zhi swore that if Wen Jiming ever fell into her hands, she would skin her alive and crush her proud spirit, showing her beloved master just how grateful she was. But when Wen Jiming was reduced to a helpless invalid and delivered into her hands by the cultivation sects, Qi Zhi tried every means to torture her. Yet Wen Jiming had already lost most of her capacity for emotion, and no amount of torment could make her flinch. She had become a statue carved from jade. Qi Zhi dug out her immortal bones, one by one, but Wen Jiming never uttered a sound. She threw her into an insect pit to have the creatures suck her blood, but Wen Jiming remained still. She slaughtered innocents before her eyes, but Wen Jiming’s expression never changed. It was only when Qi Zhi stripped off her clothes and forced her master beneath her that Wen Jiming finally showed shame and humiliation, along with the pleasure of desire. Qi Zhi took her master’s earlobe into her mouth, delighting in Wen Jiming’s barely restrained vulnerability. She was overjoyed. “Dear Master, you made me fall into demonic ways, so spend the rest of your life making it up to me.” Every time they were together in bed, Qi Zhi used the vilest means to humiliate Wen Jiming, reveling in her twisted pleasure, blind to the disappointment in Wen Jiming’s eyes. As time passed, Qi Zhi’s memories grew clearer, and one tender memory after another resurfaced. Kneeling at Wen Jiming’s feet, Qi Zhi asked for nothing but this: “Master, I don’t hate you anymore. Please love me. Can’t we go back to how things were before...?” But all she got in return was a look of disgust from Wen Jiming. Qi Zhi understood. A wretch like her didn’t deserve anyone’s sincerity. Wen Jiming followed the merciless Dao, yet she had felt a touch of genuine affection for the disciple she had raised. Everyone said she had lived an upright life, only to nurture a viper and end up ruined and miserable. But only Wen Jiming remembered that her little disciple had been obedient and sweet, innocent and adorable. When Wen Jiming played the qin, Qi Zhi would always practice her sword nearby. When Wen Jiming was tired, Qi Zhi would massage her shoulders. When Wen Jiming went to sleep, Qi Zhi would secretly warm her bed. Her little disciple couldn’t possibly be the heinous Demon Lord everyone claimed. Someone must have framed her. Wen Jiming endured humiliation time and again, investigating the truth in secret. Even after each discovery left her utterly disappointed, her heart softened again and again. Only when she uncovered the truth did she discover that two souls dwelled within her body, and that she herself had been the one who framed her disciple all along. Wen Jiming’s hands trembled as she reached for Qi Zhi’s shoulders. Her voice was shattered with grief. “Your master isn’t her. Come home with me, all right?” Upcoming novel: After I Accidentally Marked My Omega Aunt Ji Yingxiu is a notorious playgirl in C City. First, she has a gorgeous, promiscuous exterior, but is as dull as dishwater within. She’s an Alpha who can’t mark anyone. She may be useless in bed, but she loves to indulge, spending every night hunting for beautiful women in bars. Second, though she’s a shameless flirt, she’s completely under her mother’s thumb and has never slept with an Omega. She’s dated countless women, but when it comes to sex, she’s still a total novice. Ji Yingxiu couldn’t take it anymore. She decided to challenge her mother’s authority. That night, she met Yan Zheng at a bar. The Omega held a wineglass as she sat in the middle of a ring of top Alphas, her smile alluring and seductive. Yan Zheng crooked a finger, and Ji Yingxiu dropped to her knees like a dog, letting Yan Zheng rest her long legs on her shoulders. “I’ve had my fill of C City’s top Alphas,” Yan Zheng said. “Tonight, I’ll try you.” Ji Yingxiu wrapped an arm around the woman’s soft waist and took her into the room she had already booked. That night, as she tangled passionately with the Omega, she heard her mother’s voice outside the door. Ji Yingxiu went limp with fright, but the Omega beneath her kept going, her voice growing more wanton as she called out, “Big sister, big sister.” Ji Yingxiu thought she was calling to her. Outside the door, her mother stopped in her tracks. After a moment’s hesitation, she walked away. The Omega was like a gorgeous rose, beautiful and thorny, yet she lowered her proud head for Ji Yingxiu alone. Ji Yingxiu felt an incomparable sense of accomplishment. She loved Yan Zheng’s moments of vulnerability and seduction, and, even more, every time Yan Zheng called her “Big sister” in the throes of passion. Until Yan Zheng asked her to take her home and meet her mother. That day, Ji Yingxiu finally learned that the Omega before her was her aunt, her mother’s younger sister, though they shared no blood. She also finally understood that her aunt had never been interested in her. The one she loved was Ji Yingxiu’s mother. Everything had been an elaborate trap her aunt had set to get revenge on her mother. Ji Yingxiu broke down. She fell to her knees before Yan Zheng, begging the Omega to make up with her like before. But Yan Zheng smiled brightly and said only: “I’ve had every top Alpha in C City. What makes you think I’d want someone like you?” Ji Yingxiu gave up. One night, she drove drunk and sped off the highway. Her legs were left permanently disabled, she became depressed and withdrawn, and she lost part of her memory. She remembered everyone except the Omega she had spent night after night with. For the first time, Yan Zheng, who had toyed with her feelings, panicked. She knelt before the wheelchair and pleaded desperately: “Yingxiu, please remember me.” Theme: For love, move forward without fear.