The White-Moonlight Daoist Disciple Raised by an Obsessed Saintess Has Fallen to the Demonic Path

She cut off her own ear.

“Brother Daozi… Yao Yao is tired of hearing what you have to say.” Beneath the tear-shaped mole under her bloodshot left eye was a smile so obsessive it bordered on madness.

As the Saintess of the Hehuan Sect, Luo Yao was infatuated with only one person: Ling Chen, the aloof Daoist prodigy of the Xuantian Sect. When she was a girl, she carved out her own bone to save his life.

Teasing him? Forcing a kiss on him? Declaring her claim on him in public? Just another day. Her love was a poison-tipped chain, and she would never let go.

He became the only “voice” she heard.

Ling Chen only wanted to grow stronger and protect the ethereal peak behind him. Then came the night his sect was wiped out, every fellow disciple slain. Looking at the gravely wounded Luo Yao in his arms and listening to the Netherworld whisper a bargain in his ear, he took her bloodstained hand.

“Yao Yao,” he said, a world-burning flame kindling in his abyssal eyes. “Dual cultivation will make us stronger. And then, ”

His sword pointed forward. The Demon Lord’s head fell, and the Upper Realm trembled!

From a beacon of righteousness to an asura who slaughtered his way through the Three Realms, he and his yandere Saintess would see this bone-strewn path through to the end.

Yandere obsessive love, corruption and revenge, decisive killing, and doing whatever it takes to grow stronger, including dual cultivation. Righteousness? What’s that? Can you eat it?