To save the spirit beast who depended on me for survival, I, Ling Xing, accidentally signed a mysterious contract with the Heavenly Dao.
I didn’t realize just how deadly its terms were until Lu Hanzhou, the veiled immortal lord whose name resounded throughout the cultivation world, opened the door in a loosely tied bathrobe, his gaze icy cold.
“Ten thousand high-grade spirit stones to record your cultivation insights?” He crushed the jade slip, killing intent spilling from him. “Do you know what happens to those who glimpse my true appearance?”
To save my own skin, I was forced to sign an even harsher contract and become his exclusive “heart-demon portrait artist.”
My brush revealed the loneliness beneath his veil, while his power let me do as I pleased in the cultivation world.
I thought this was just a transaction, until my identity was exposed and cultivators across the land hunted me down.
That night, he tore up the contract with his own hands, pointed his sword at all creation, and descended into the demonic path:
“From now on, her rules are the laws of heaven.”
Later, I rebuilt my sect and reached the summit of the immortal path.
He removed his mask and pleaded hoarsely in my ear, “Xingxing, would you look at me once more?”
