Jiang Huaishu transmigrated into a cultivation novel as the villainess who was infatuated with the Sword Sovereign and reckless enough to drug him. From the start, she was trapped in a hopeless situation: her cultivation was crippled, her heart meridians shattered, and she was imprisoned at Repentance Cliff to await death.
Everyone believed she deserved what she got, including Lu Jiming, the ice-cold Sword Sovereign who had struck her into the abyss with a single blow.
However, she soon discovered that the original owner had not drugged him out of love. She had been coerced by a mysterious force. And the wine had contained no ordinary aphrodisiac, but a long-lost, deadly poison designed to trigger the Sword Sovereign’s hidden curse, the Heart-Eating Gu: Qianji Yin!
What drove her to despair even more was that, through a twist of fate, she and Lu Jiming had formed a strange resonance through the Heart-Eating Gu. When his gu poison flared up, she felt the bone-deep cold and the extinguishing of his life force as if they were her own, suffering unbearable pain.
In this desperate situation, a cold Merit System bound itself to her. Only by doing good and accumulating merit could she prolong her life and grow stronger. But the system’s definition of “merit” was far from pure righteousness, repeatedly forcing her into brutal ethical choices: save one person or watch a hundred die? Stay true to herself or submit to the “Heavenly Dao”?
Relying on modern medicine and the system’s assistance, she struggled to survive at Repentance Cliff and investigated the truth step by step, only to discover that her fate and Lu Jiming’s had long been tangled in an invisible web.
When the mastermind behind it all emerged, when the self-interest of the “Heavenly Dao” behind the system was exposed, when Lu Jiming’s “Supreme Detachment” Daoist heart cracked because of her...
Jiang Huaishu held a silver needle in her hand. Behind her were all the people awaiting rescue; before her stood the Sword Sovereign, torn between his oath and his deep affection.
She looked at the cold system and said, word by word:
“You can give me this merit or not. This fate,
