The Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic Me Enters the Resurrection Match

The Sword Lord of Wangui, who had stood above all others in the Nine Provinces, was dead. The martial world could only sigh that she'd brought it on herself.

After all, she was immensely powerful but capricious. She challenged the whole world with a single sword, leaving her disciples afraid, her peers wary, and her sect ready to disown her. If she hadn't chosen Dan Xingyuan, the chief alchemist of the Medicine Sect, as her Dao companion, they could easily have branded her a heretic.

"I heard that back then, the alchemist couldn't withstand this woman's relentless pursuit and only agreed to the match to appease her."

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Yan Qing, who had barely crawled out of a True Fire Pill Furnace, heard that and merely picked at her ear.

The common people of the world were still waiting for her to save them. Her Dao companion could get in line.

In her previous life, when forced to choose between duty and personal feelings, Yan Qing chose duty without hesitation and died on the battlefield saving the world.

Reborn, Yan Qing concealed her identity and reopened the investigation into what had happened back then. But her ex-husband, whom she'd been too lazy to deal with, clung to her like a ghost.

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The people of the world didn't know that Dan Xingyuan had been the first to fall for her.

Beneath the pear blossoms, he was the one who took her hand and confessed.

When evil spirits ran rampant, he was the one who pleaded with her to come home soon.

He endured half a dozen bouts of searing agony in her place and unraveled nine hundred and ninety-eight layers of formations for her.

He had never hated her. Nor had he ever let her know that the destitute boy who'd once been as poor as a beggar had fought with everything he had to catch up to that spirited swordswoman, becoming the Medicine Sect's chief alchemist so he could stand as her equal.

The only one to blame was the moon, hanging high in the sky, shining on everyone but me.

[Reading Guide]

1. A decisive heroine who loves and hates without reservation x a patient, gentle hero with a brooding, hidden side

2. The leads' character growth, a road story, slow-burn romance, and a small ensemble cast

3. Happy ending

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"The Pet Servant I Picked Up Is Up to No Good," a story about a powerful female lead and the devoted dogboy she raised

Shi Wenwei, the Celestial Lord of Changhe Heaven, had lived for three thousand years and believed she'd already seen through the word "love."

Her first sword cultivator was a hypocrite who killed his wife to prove his Dao. She kicked him to the curb, and he became her sworn enemy in the Celestial Court. Her second, the Demon Lord, went mad every day and launched a rebellion. She crushed the Demon Realm and made him her prisoner.

Her best friend was blunt: "You might as well find yourself a dog."

Shi Wenwei: "?"

"You don't need a man with a title and a proper place in your life. You need a dog who won't leave no matter how much you beat him, curse him, or try to chase him away."

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Weixi was the dog who showed up at her door.

Born into poverty and alone in the world, he had a face of unearthly beauty hidden beneath the grime. His clear eyes never left hers, full of trust and complete dependence.

Most importantly, he was the illegitimate son his former sword-cultivator Dao companion had left in the mortal realm.

She taught him immortal arts and magic, and she taught him to be shameless and selfish.

In front of everyone, she only ever ordered him to chop wood, boil water, and plow fields, making him do the most exhausting chores without the slightest sympathy.

He followed every rule she set perfectly, leaving no room for criticism. Even Shi Wenwei began to wonder if she was bullying him too much.

Weixi lowered his gaze. "It is my honor to serve the Celestial Lord."

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One day, the sign above Changhe Heaven was cut in half by a single sword strike.

Her former sword-cultivator partner flew into a rage. "Shi Wenwei, you even went after my son!"

Only then did Shi Wenwei lazily slip out of someone's embrace, prying his fingers from her clothes one by one.

Watching the person he'd worked so hard to please walk away, Weixi drew his sword and faced the visitor. "Father, you can't throw a tantrum just because you lost to me, can you?"

Premise: Daughters should be strong on their own