Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, My Nemesis Started Looking at Me Differently

✨ This story goes from love to hate and back to love, with more love than hate

Cold-hearted genius sword cultivator x carefree, obsessive senior sister

The day Song Xiyue reached the pinnacle of the sword path, she died by the hand of her sworn enemy.

She thought her life was over, but she was reborn in the sect she had despised most in life: the Hehuan Sect.

It didn't take long for everyone in the Hehuan Sect to realize that their newly initiated junior sister was an odd one.

She had a face that could bring ruin to kingdoms, yet wore a stern expression all day long.

She struggled to grasp the sect's cultivation arts and ranked near the bottom in theory. Her seduction techniques were a muddled mess, and though the corners of her eyes lifted enticingly, they held a chill. She was even clueless about dual cultivation, a subject covered in their practical exam.

Stranger still, she carried a sword everywhere.

Everyone: Junior Sister, we're the Hehuan Sect, not some sword cultivators devoted to the Heartless Dao!

Song Xiyue: Oh. Does it matter what you cultivate?

Being a sword cultivator in the Hehuan Sect was strange, but surprisingly effective. Her life in the sect seemed to be getting better and better...

But could someone explain why Gu Yuan, her sworn enemy of a hundred years who had killed her and destroyed her cultivation, had been reborn too? And why had she become her senior sister?!

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When the sect saw that Song Xiyue kept failing her exams and showed no sign of improving, it assigned Gu Yuan, as her senior sister, to tutor her in person.

During a lesson testing her seduction skills, Gu Yuan tilted Song Xiyue's chin in the candlelit bedroom and brushed her thumb over Song Xiyue's tightly pressed lips.

"Is it because I haven't taught you well that your gaze is laced with poison, but not affection, Junior Sister?"

Gu Yuan gently tugged open Song Xiyue's collar, only for Song Xiyue to coldly brush her hand away.

"Gu Yuan." Song Xiyue's voice held no emotion. "I hate you."

I hate you for killing me and destroying my cultivation. I hate you for dual cultivating with me. I hate you for acting as if nothing happened even though you were reborn too... I hate everything about you.

With that, Song Xiyue turned and left.

But the woman who had seemed so composed moments ago suddenly stopped smiling. Her lips trembled as she grabbed the hem of Song Xiyue's robe.

Her usually teasing voice turned cautious and pleading:

"Song Xiyue, take my sword and kill me once, too. Or a hundred times, a thousand times, if you like."

"I only ask that you stop hating me. Please?"

[Reading Guide]

★ One-on-one romance, guaranteed happy ending

★ The world is assumed to be entirely female

★ If it's not your thing, click away

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Coming next: After Tangling with a Possessive Actress

Cool, scheming, warm-hearted cleaner x elegant public figure, possessive actress in private

Wen Zhihao met Qin Sheng, an actress famous across the country, while working.

The first time they met, Wen Zhihao immediately realized that the woman who had barged into her workplace had lost control.

The hospital was far away, and Wen Zhihao's rental apartment was nearby, so she took the woman home.

Leaning against the doorframe, the woman tilted her head and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"I do," Wen Zhihao replied calmly.

"And you still dared to bring me home?" Qin Sheng teased her, though her smile looked both wild and fragile.

Wen Zhihao carefully disinfected her wounds, but even two bottles of sedatives did nothing to calm Qin Sheng.

So Wen Zhihao hesitated, then asked, "There's only one way left. Would you be willing to try it?"

She thought someone so lofty would yell at her for making that suggestion. Instead, she got a calm yet reckless reply:

"Do it."

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Wen Zhihao was a cleaner, both feared and despised by people.

She thought it was just a brief fling, with no future. But some time later, at two in the morning, Qin Sheng was standing by her door again, head tilted and smiling.

"The sedatives aren't working again."

Wen Zhihao stood in the doorway without moving, frowning. "Big star, wouldn't it be a problem if someone took a picture?"

"Then don't let anyone find out." Qin Sheng stepped closer, pressed a fingertip to Wen Zhihao's shoulder, pushed her inside, and shut the door behind them.

The woman said she wanted to keep their affair secret, yet every time they made love with abandon, she left mottled kiss marks and bites on Wen Zhihao's body.

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Later, rumors swept through the city that actress Qin Sheng had a secret lover.

By then, Wen Zhihao had been transferred to another city for work.

The afternoon sun was warm. She sat in the sunlight on the first floor of her shabby rental building, daydreaming. The neighbors' noisy card game filled the courtyard, but the woman who was elegant and dazzling in public kept appearing in her mind.

She remembered how, every time they made love, Qin Sheng would absentmindedly stare at the photo by the bed, then whisper corny, blush-inducing sweet nothings as their pleasure reached its peak.

She remembered the corners of her eyes, red and glistening with tears, and her sticky-sweet plea: "A little gentler... Don't be so obedient!"

Then a very expensive car pulled up outside.

Qin Sheng got out in full view, bending down to block the sunlight from Wen Zhihao.

"Busy woman, will you come home with me?"

Theme: Even when mired in the mud, keep your heart turned toward the moon.