The White Lotus's Ordeal: The Demon Lord's Captive Love

She is Ling Shuanghua, the righteous path’s beacon and a once-in-a-century sword prodigy. He is Ye Junlin, the bloodthirsty Asura of the Demonic Cult.

At the Qingyun Sword Gathering, he came riding the moonlight, offering the lives of thirty-seven cities as his betrothal gift and vowing to cleanse the world’s corruption for her: “This martial world isn’t worthy of you. I’ll reshape it with my own hands.”

As he pointed his sword at all living things, a strand of her hair wound around his fingertip.

Returning from a trail of blood, the only thing left in his eyes was her cool, delicate face.

When the entire Baihua Palace lay in a pool of blood, staining her white robes red, and the Kunlun Sect Leader’s corpse hung from her sword, Ling Shuanghua finally understood:

His love was poison coated in sugar, a karmic fire that would consume all life, and a gilded cage that held her captive.

“Either kill me or fall in love with me.” Ye Junlin gripped her throat and smiled. “After all, I’m the only one in this world who can make your heart race.”

And she raised her sword and shattered the moon: “You want me to bow? Only when this martial world runs red with blood!”