The Goddess Beneath a Thousand-Faced Beauty's Skirt

As a half-demon, half-divine princess of the God Realm, she had heard far too many stories of demons repaying kindness... Being the one who did the favor was the best. Find yourself a handsome demon and enslave him for life. Cheer him up when you’re happy, kick him out and find a new one when you’re not. Spend your whole life throwing your weight around and living the high life... She had sneaked down to the mortal realm several times for exactly this reason. With the help of the God of Tribulations, she carefully timed her appearances and went out of her way to help demons through their trials, hoping that one day someone would “repay her kindness.” The first time, she arrived too late. The handsome demon had finished his trial and was barely alive... The princess was thoroughly annoyed, so she promptly sold him and used the money to bribe the God of Tribulations again... The second time, she arrived too early. After waiting ages without a demon in sight, she had a little wine. When she woke up, she had been sold. Thinking it over, that handsome face in her dream looked strangely familiar... The third time, thunder cracked overhead, and the princess and the Demon King roared at each other. Old grudges and new grievances rose to the surface at once. “Meow, why is it you again!” *** He was the mysterious, elusive Demon King of a Thousand Faces. Every identity he assumed was famous throughout the land, and every face was breathtakingly beautiful. No one knew which one was the real him. Only she knew... but she found out when he was at his most pathetic... *** She was a breathtakingly beautiful princess and celestial master, cherished by everyone, yet born unable to understand love. After a bewildering journey through the mortal realm, she realized that the one who made her cry, made her laugh, filled her with hatred, and kept her longing and worrying was the very same person... *** Snippets *** Crack! The mightiest Nine-Nine Primordial Thunder Tribulation descended... The princess sat nearby without a shred of decorum, munching on a chicken leg. The thunder crashed around her, but she did not so much as flinch. She held up one finger. “Ten thousand taels.” “Deal!” “I mean gold!” The Demon King ground his teeth. “Deal!” The princess narrowed her eyes. “I mean ten thousand for each bolt...” The Demon King flew into a rage. “Why don’t you just rob me!” Crackle... the sound of her gnawing on a chicken leg... Boom... the sound of lightning striking the Demon King... The Demon King swallowed his humiliation. “What if I don’t have any money?” She clapped her hands, her eyes shining. “That’s exactly what I was waiting for you to say!”