The bitter wind howled across the desolate mountain peak, whipping up layers of snow that buried everything in sight. Xu Qingci lay half-buried in the ice and frost, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. The pain of having her golden core ripped out was not merely physical—it had torn apart her very foundation of life, leaving her body broken, her spiritual energy drained, and her consciousness fading fast.
Is this the end? she thought dimly, her vision blurring. Is this how I, the most gifted genius of the Xu Clan, die? Betrayed by the man I loved, destroyed by the sister I protected with all my heart… left here like trash to be swallowed by the snow and cold?
Hatred, sharp and burning, surged through her veins, hotter than any fire she had ever known. It was a hatred so deep, so all-consuming, that it began to burn away the fear and sorrow in her heart.
No… I will not die!
I cannot die!
I will not let those beasts—Lin Hao, Xu Qingyue, all of them—live happily after destroying everything I held dear!
If being a kind, righteous cultivator led me to this miserable end… then I renounce this path!
If the heavens favor the wicked and the hypocrites… then I shall defy the heavens themselves!
Let my immortal bones shatter… let my righteous dao crumble…
From this moment on… I choose to walk the path of the DEMON!
As that thought echoed in the depths of her soul, something ancient, dark, and incredibly powerful suddenly stirred within her blood—something that had slumbered silently for thousands of years, waiting for a moment just like this.
A low, thunderous hum vibrated through her entire being.
Boom—!
A terrifying wave of dark energy exploded outward from her body, sending the heavy snow swirling violently around her as if caught in a sudden storm. The freezing air instantly turned heavy and oppressive, carrying an aura of majesty and destruction that made even the very mountains tremble in fear.
Xu Qingci’s eyes, which had slowly begun to close, snapped wide open.
In an instant, the soft, warm brown irises were gone—replaced by eyes that glowed with a deep, mesmerizing, and terrifying violet-purple, burning like two eternal stars in the darkness.
At the same time, her long, ink-black hair transformed in the blink of an eye, turning from root to tip into pure, dazzling snow-white, flowing wildly in the wind as though stirred by invisible currents of immense power.
The wounds all over her body, which should have been fatal, began to heal at a visible speed, knitting together under the surging power of the Ancient Demonic Bloodline now fully awakened within her veins.
She slowly pushed herself up from the snow, standing tall amidst the howling wind and falling ice. Her figure was slender, yet emanated a pressure so vast and heavy that it felt as though a supreme deity had descended upon the mortal world.
She looked down at her own hands—pale, delicate, yet now capable of wielding enough force to crush mountains and split seas. A cold, mocking smile curved her bloodless lips.
"Xu Qingci… is dead," she spoke, her voice no longer soft and gentle, but deeper, colder, carrying a bone-chilling authority that commanded obedience.
She lifted her head, her purple eyes piercing through the falling snow, staring toward the direction of the Xu Clan and the so-called "Righteous Sects" far in the distance.
"From the ashes of that foolish, kind-hearted girl… I am born anew."
"I am MO SHUANG."
"The one who shall inherit the power of the ancient demons… the one who will make every single person who betrayed me… pay back every drop of blood… ten thousand times over!"
Her white hair danced wildly behind her, and her purple eyes flashed with ruthless determination. She was no longer the genius who believed in justice and kindness. She was now a demoness reborn from death and hatred, stepping onto a path that would shake the entire cultivation realm to its core.
A low, magnetic voice suddenly drifted from the shadows nearby, calm yet filled with undisguised admiration and possessiveness.
"Beautiful… truly magnificent."
Mo Shuang turned sharply, her gaze sharp as a blade, locking onto the tall figure slowly stepping out from behind a massive pine tree covered in snow.
He was dressed in flowing black robes embroidered with patterns of silver dragons and clouds, his features breathtakingly handsome yet cold and aloof, like ice carved from the highest peak. His dark eyes were fixed solely on her—on her white hair, her purple eyes, the terrifying power radiating from her—and in those depths lay a devotion so deep it seemed to have existed since the beginning of time.
It was Ye Xuan—the most feared, most powerful being in all realms, the supreme Demon Lord whom even the strongest cultivators dared not speak of in vain.
He walked closer, step by step, until he stood right before her, completely unaffected by the oppressive demonic energy surrounding her. Instead, he reached out a hand, gently brushing a strand of snow-white hair away from her face, his touch surprisingly warm and tender.
"They broke you… and in doing so, they created the most terrifying existence this world has ever seen," Ye Xuan said softly, his tone filled with absolute certainty. Then, he lowered his head slightly, his eyes locking with hers.
"Rest assured, Mo Shuang. Whatever you wish to do… whoever stands in your way… I will crush them all. I will burn the entire world to ash if that is what you desire."
"Because from this moment on… you are my only mistress. And I… am your sword, your shield, and your eternal servant."
Mo Shuang stared at him, her purple eyes narrowing slightly. She felt no fear, no confusion—only a strange, undeniable sense of familiarity and peace, as if this man had been by her side for countless lifetimes.
She turned her gaze forward again, toward the distant lights of the sects that had cast her aside. The cold smile returned to her lips, sharper and more dangerous than before.
"Then listen well, Ye Xuan," she said, her voice clear and unyielding over the wind. "My wish is simple."
"I want them to tremble at the mention of my name."
"I want them to regret every single choice they ever made against me."
"I want to take everything they love, everything they cherish… and leave them with nothing but despair and pain, just as they did to me."
She took a step forward, her white robes flowing like clouds.
"And I will start… right now."
📢 Author's Note
Hey everyone! 😍
Chapter 2 is finally here! 🥳
This is the turning point! The moment where the weak, gentle Xu Qingci dies… and the legendary, invincible Mo Shuang is born! 🤍💜
Did you see it? Her hair turned white, her eyes turned purple, and her power exploded! From this chapter onward, there is no more holding back! Revenge mode: ACTIVATED! 😈
And of course… the Demon Lord Ye Xuan has finally appeared! Cold, powerful, feared by everyone… but only has eyes for her. Did you feel that line? "I will burn the entire world to ash if that is what you desire"… 😭❤️ This is the kind of love we love to see!
Get ready, because starting next chapter… the real fun begins! Those hypocrites, those traitors… they have absolutely NO IDEA what is coming for them! 💥
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💥 PREVIEW OF CHAPTER 3
Mo Shuang and Ye Xuan descend from the mountains… and run straight into a search party sent specifically to make sure she is dead!
They laugh when they see her injured and alone… until they see her white hair and purple eyes.
"You think you can kill me?" Mo Shuang smirks, raising a hand. "Perfect… I haven’t tested my new strength yet."
🔴 Chapter 3: ONE MOVE! The Whole Army Kneels!
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