Transmigrating as a Bewitching Beauty

Above the clouds, Maomaoyu smiled, her beautiful face as bewitching as a demon's, as she watched the black-clad man holding a long saber across from her. She asked softly, "Ye Hua, can you really bring yourself to kill me?"

The man forcibly hid the trace of pain in his eyes and replied coldly, "What use is there in saying this now? Do you think the predecessors who united an entire realm's strength to help me become an immortal would let me spare you? Maomaoyu, open your eyes and look at what you've done to the cultivation world! Is all the blood shed by those who fought for you still not enough to make you let go of your hatred? Why are you still refusing to see reason? Or is it that you still can't forget that person?"

Maomaoyu smiled faintly and shifted into a more comfortable position on the cloud. Her voice sounded somewhat desolate as she said, "Then why don't you ask those people? They call me a wicked woman to my face, yet secretly they all want to possess me. Was I supposed to just surrender and fulfill the wishes of those sanctimonious hypocrites? Let them use..."

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