Crossing the Mortal World, Finding Joy in Harmony, Comprehending the Heavenly Dao

Wu Lang, today is your birthday. I came to see you especially.

A graceful figure stepped through the air, red gauze fluttering, her bare feet as white as jade. She was stunningly beautiful, with a cinnabar mark between her brows and the corners of her eyes tilting slightly upward, giving her a languid, bewitching air. She was none other than Su Hongxiu, the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect.

Wu Qingfeng slowly raised his head. A flicker of hatred crossed his cloudy eyes before they sank back into lifelessness.

Su Hongxiu, just kill me. His voice was as hoarse as a broken gong. It's been three hundred years. How much longer are you going to torment me?

Su Hongxiu chuckled and gently caressed his cheek with her jade-like hand, as tenderly as if he were her lover. Wu Lang, don't be silly. How could I bear to kill you? You're my most beloved plaything.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.