Winter Melon.
A demon above vulgar pursuits, intent only on staying alive and not particularly keen to die.
Setting aside the things she had done as a demon, her recent experiences certainly earned her the name-Miserable Melon.
But counting what Winter Melon had done for her missions as a demon, it would hardly be excessive to call it heaven's justice coming full circle, retribution richly deserved.
Bad deeds were not automatically canceled out by bad luck.
Besides, Winter Melon clearly had not reached the bottom of her misfortune yet, and the evidence was obvious-she was not dead.
Or perhaps Winter Melon had a different kind of good fortune, too.
At least surviving the Buddhist Sect's massive campaign of extermination on the Western Ox-He Continent had required tremendous luck.
Even Guangming Buddha had admitted that, on at least three occasions, he had thought Winter Melon would not pull through.
But presumably, luck came in limited quantities.
Having survived three certain-death situations, Winter Melon naturally could not expect the rest of her demonic life to go particularly well.
"Survive a great calamity, and blessings will follow"-that was merely a comforting saying, not something to take seriously.
After all, one could hardly say, "Even that didn't kill you? Well, never mind. There are plenty of bitter days ahead."
Of course, bitter days came in different grades.
Living in the Heavenly Derivation Sect as a demon was suffering of the highest order.
The Heavenly Derivation Sect, which had once nearly been wiped out in a demonic upheaval, naturally had no sweet fruit waiting for Winter Melon.
Winter Melon's treatment during her time in the Heavenly Derivation Sect could be summed up simply-it was less comfortable than staying with Wukong and being chanted over as his daily morning lesson.
The Heavenly Derivation Sect clearly had