Plot
Divine Melody is the story of Cai Sheng, a young female fox demon. When a human boy and girl save her from a dog attack, Cai Sheng's caretaker, Hui-Niang marks the pair with special symbols, which will not disappear even when they are reincarnated, so that Cai Sheng may one day repay her life debt to them. Two hundred years later, Cai Sheng has mastered the ability to transform into a male demon, and while in this form, she meets reincarnated versions of the boy and girl from long ago. In order to repay her debt, she decides to play matchmaker for the pair, but the girl begins to fall in love with Cai Sheng's male form, and the boy with her female form.
The story follows Cai-Sheng a Fox-Spirit, when she finds Han and Ping-er, reincarnated and who no-longer know her. She then decides to stay with them, to try and repay her depts. But many struggles come to face her, such as when it's revealed her male form is a Fairy/Demon hybrid, and that she's descended from a Nine-Tailed Fox Demon. All she wants, is to fall in love and have a family, even if it means giving up her Immortality. The worst happens, when Han discovers that Cai-Sheng killed his master and wouldn't tell him, though he later understands why.
The series ends when Cai-Sheng meets Wei-Tzu's, the man she loves, reincarnation, and who is revealed to be Ping and Han's grandchild.
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