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Yao Jin woke up to find herself transmigrated as the newlywed wife of Meng Ji, the esteemed leader of the immortal sect.

Her husband was aloof and proper, reciting scriptures in the morning and sleeping in the study at night. Even their wedding night wine was drunk precisely according to the 'Book of Rites'.

That is, until she discovered that whenever she felt resistant towards Meng Ji, terrifying blood-red characters would surface on her palm: "Admit your mistake. Praise him. Love him." If she disobeyed, she'd be struck by lightning.

Yao Jin: ??? Since when does the Heavenly Dao manage a couple's intimacy?

Later, as her memories revived, Yao Jin finally remembered: a hundred years ago, she was the demoness who wreaked havoc across the three realms, and Meng Ji was the Daoist Lord who wielded his sword to vanquish demons.

On the verge of death, she cursed him with her blood: "I vow that you will love but never possess, suffering endless torment!" Yao Jin: ... If she had known the price would be so high, she would have simply died peacefully back then.

Later, Yao Jin recovered her true form, flung down a divorce paper, and fled back to the demon realm. Just as she was embracing a demon general with her left arm and a demon king with her right, living a life joyful as an immortal, an urgent report suddenly came from a subordinate outside the hall.

Her rigid Daoist Lord had dismantled the Demon Slaying Platform and burned his 'Book of Rites'. Now, he stood outside the hall. He was still wearing his Daoist coronet and jade belt, perfectly neat, and even his voice was as calm as reciting scriptures: "A wife leaving home, a husband ought to seek. Madam, return home with me."

Yao Jin: ! Yao Jin: !! Yao Jin: !!! She shakily reached out, wanting to caress the demon king's face one last time in farewell.

But the calm voice suddenly turned chilling: "Madam, wherever you place your hand, I will sever that part of him."

There are three thousand grand daos, and people always confuse the distinction between the Path of Emotionlessness and the Path of Absolute Emotionlessness.

The Path of Emotionlessness requires self-restraint, while the Path of Absolute Emotionlessness is about killing one's spouse to attain enlightenment.

Meng Ji never cared about good or evil, nor did he understand why his wife would be so "frightened" as to run away after her identity was exposed. But later he understood: there were simply too many weeds outside restraining her. It didn't matter, though. He would bring her home. Back to their rightful home.