With Myriad Demons Above, the Divine Healer Is Hard to Handle

She was born with extraordinary talent, yet her fellow disciples, who fancied themselves righteous, forced her to eat the little dog that had been her only companion. Her master, whom she trusted completely, severed her spiritual meridians and let her become a cripple, beaten and mocked by everyone. In the end, they even planned to offer her flesh and blood in sacrifice to Heaven and Earth. If Heaven and Earth were unfeeling and had no place for her, then she would turn the whole world upside down and rewrite its laws. “Ha! If they appoint themselves the supreme, then I shall rise above them all. From this day on, I am the Supreme Saint of Ten Thousand Demons!” From then on, the world would know no more merciful demons, only the Supreme Saint of Ten Thousand Demons, who did as she pleased and ran rampant. The Supreme Saint of Ten Thousand Demons was wild and eccentric. She kept three thousand male lovers and built a palace of extravagant debauchery, drawing self-proclaimed righteous cultivators from across the land to hunt her down. When the person she trusted most plunged a sword into her chest, she laughed as she fell into an abyss thousands of feet deep. She would rather die than fall into someone else’s hands. Dressed in alluring red, she spoke with reckless abandon: “When I return, I will slaughter every hypocritical cultivator under Heaven!” Reborn, she would still do as she pleased in this life and wreak havoc across the world. She would use the demonic arts, so despised by these so-called righteous men, to beat them until their teeth scattered and they knelt begging for mercy. Devour demon spirits, cultivate the demon path, and trample countless evil spirits beneath her feet. See how the Supreme Saint of Ten Thousand Demons slaughters every hypocritical cultivator in the world and rises to the summit once more. But, you cold-faced Medical Venerable, could you please stop clinging to me? Even as a Saint, I can’t withstand you taking off your clothes and trying to seduce me! … As that dazzling streak of red tumbled from the cliff, her golden robes billowing wildly, the icy expression of the sword-wielder shattered. His usually cool eyes filled with panic that had never belonged there. Countless swords swirled around him as he slaughtered everyone in his path. “If anything happens to her, I’ll make the whole world pay with their lives!” Then he leapt after her, plunging with her into the abyss thousands of feet deep. … The Supreme Saint of Ten Thousand Demons lounged on the bed, laughing with wanton allure. She reached out a slender hand, then puckered her lips and whined, “Your Venerable, my waist hurts.” The one with immortal grace slowly came back to his senses. His features were heavenly, his expression cool and aloof. He frowned slightly and walked over, one step at a time. The palace attendants around them were so frightened that not one dared even breathe loudly. He came to her side, picked up a cushion, and carefully tucked it beneath her waist. Leaning close to her ear, he asked, “Where does it hurt?” Her dark hair slipped loose. The Supreme Saint twirled a strand between her fingers and sniffed it flirtatiously, then waved a hand vaguely at her waist. “Here… and here… it all hurts…” A cool hand covered hers, then slowly kneaded her waist. “That position last night was exhausting…” The hand paused. Pressing his lips to her ear, Your Venerable murmured coolly, “Then tonight, my little demon, you can be on top, and I’ll be underneath.” (A devoted one-on-one romance: a carefree, lazy, gluttonous demon sovereign and an arrogant, heaven-defying, cold-hearted Venerable. Both are powerful, and each dotes exclusively on the other.)