After the Demon Lord Lost All His Power

[Madly Devoted, Abstinent Immortal Venerable Top x Beautiful and Arrogant, Sharp-Tongued but Soft-Hearted Demon Bottom]

The world was at peace, and the demon Su Yunting was executed atop Changming Mountain. Everyone praised Immortal Venerable Xie Zhiheng for wiping out the Demon Realm with a single strike and saving the people from peril.

No one knew that, that very night, the moon-bright, universally revered immortal venerable had his supposedly dead nemesis locked on his bed.

The demon, stripped of his cultivation, had lost his pride but sharpened his tongue.

He laughed as he cursed and flirted, provoking that iceberg day and night with the most vicious words and the most wanton behavior.

At last, Xie Zhiheng was driven mad. Eyes bloodshot, he bent down and silenced every sound the other man could make.

Those cool, clear eyes that had once looked down upon all living things burned crimson. The instant the kiss fell, Su Yunting realized he had made a terrible mistake.

Xie Zhiheng took him everywhere, restraining him with spiritual power no one else could see.

So when the immortal venerable lectured, Su Yunting deliberately flirted with a newly initiated junior sister below.

When the immortal venerable attended a banquet, he deliberately went to chat up a pretty cultivator from another sect.

Each time, he was silently carried back to their chambers. His unwillingness and provocations were shattered in the surging waves of passion.

[Reader's Guide]

1. Both leads have secretly loved each other all along. It may look like coercive love, but they are truly in love.

2. Both are virgins! Both are virgins! Both are virgins!

3. The bottom really has lost his cultivation, but a genius never lacks the courage to start over.

My next upcoming novel, A Wicked Disciple Always Wants to Usurp His Master, is an age-gap master-disciple story with a disciple raised from childhood.

By a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Shen Zongxue found a child. The resentment surrounding him was the strongest Shen Zongxue had ever seen.

Before his sword was even drawn, the child burst into tears.

Moved by compassion, Shen Zongxue took the little bundle of resentment home. From then on, a little tagalong named Ye Xun followed him everywhere.

He raised his disciple very well, aside from being a little too clingy and prone to tears.

Shen Zongxue enjoyed the dependence while privately worrying. Beneath his disciple's obedient, gentle exterior, there was always a streak of obsession Shen couldn't understand.

That obsession finally revealed itself one afternoon.

As Shen Zongxue dozed with his eyes closed, he clearly sensed Ye Xun approaching. That gaze lingered hotly over his face, until at last a restrained, trembling kiss landed on the tip of his nose.

Shen Zongxue's lashes quivered almost imperceptibly. He sighed to himself: ...You little menace.

Then chaos erupted across the world, and he watched with his own eyes as the little disciple he had lovingly raised revealed his hideous true form, standing amid a crowd pointing fingers at him.

The disciple who used to bury himself in Shen Zongxue's arms and act spoiled now raised his blood-red eyes, tears falling as his voice trembled. "Master?"

Shen Zongxue turned his wrist and pointed his sword straight at him. "Is this how I taught you to bring calamity upon the world?!"

Ye Xun's tears streamed down as he spoke with crazed resolve. "I didn't! From beginning to end, the only person I ever wanted was you, Master!"

The Netherbloom Sword blazed with light. In the blink of an eye, Shen Zongxue and that "monster" vanished from the world together.

Later, everyone said Shen Zongxue had sacrificed himself for the Dao, dying alongside the demon dragon to destroy it.

Sixteen years later, they met again. The once clingy little darling had become a violent Demon Lord ruling the Netherworld.

Ye Xun wrapped his dragon tail around him, his voice hoarse with laughter. "Master, you're finally back."

Shen Zongxue struggled. "Ye Xun! Let go of me first..."

Ye Xun buried his face in the crook of Shen Zongxue's neck, his breath scorching hot. "Sixteen years ago, I let go of your hand, and all I got was an empty tomb."

"This time, you'll only get away if my soul is scattered to the winds... otherwise, don't even think about it."

Theme: Save yourself, others, and the world.