Haru_Catty

An eye for an eye. 
He wanted revenge. She wanted peace. 
Those who wronged her were on his blacklist. And because all he wanted was vengeance, she became someone further from his reach. 
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Prosecutor Yuan Weisheng gets into an accident, unlocking the ability to see the paranormal entities of the After-Realm. His superstitious mom hires a sorceress to ward off the evil spirits. The sorceress, Ren Xiaoling, diagnoses Weisheng with the Cursed Eye, a rare curse created by the Supreme Demon Lord 10,000 years ago. 
XIaoling takes Weisheng under her wing, training him to suppress the curse with cultivation. However, Weisheng experiences a split personality similar to the rumored Supreme Demon Lord during their training journey. His split personality emerges as his past incarnation and has some history with Xiaoling - a fated, yet cursed history. 
Cursed with the memories of his past incarnation, Weisheng's only goal in life becomes vengeance. To exact revenge for the sake of his peace-loving Master, he must go against her wishes and throw himself into the ring of war - A war against the Heavens. 
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[Excerpt]
Xiaoling’s heart skipped a beat. He rested his head on her shoulder often, but her heart pounded as if this was his first time. 
“Isn’t it funny?” Weisheng asked as he scoffed in amusement, “I vowed to protect a woman named Xiao Hua with all my life, but here I am, insanely in love with a woman named Xiaoling.” 
“You…” Xiaoling tried to speak but ended up silent. 
“It doesn’t matter who I am,” Weisheng murmured, “All that matters is you stay by my side forever.” He raised his head from her shoulder and looked into her eyes, “Because you’re the only one I have in this world.” 
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Tale Of The Sorceress

Mengzhen fell to the ground when Weisheng let him go furiously. The man dared not look up and crawled into Weisheng's feet.

"Y-Your Lordship," Mengzhen's voice shook, "P-Please give me a chance to explain."

"Go ahead," Weisheng frowned, kicking the man away from his feet, "I'm listening."

Mengzhen's entire body shook as he composed himself to kneel straight. His palms sweated uncontrollably. He took heavy and deep breaths to compose himself. If he worded anything wrong, he could die today.

The courtyard had turned dark, despite no concept of night and day. Mengzhen's body shivered in the cold, despite no concept of season in the Heaven Realm.

"Speak," Weisheng uttered grimly, adding more and more tension to the poor subordinate.

Failure