I Married the Heavenly Dao to Stay Alive

I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as a disposable cauldron, destined to be drained to death by the Demon Venerable in three days.

The System told me to save myself, saying I could sell my body to the Heavenly Dao.

But the Heavenly Dao was a sickly, twisted lunatic who hadn't been in love for ten thousand years. He sealed my cultivation and forced me to tell him I loved him every day.

To stay alive, I put up with it, diligently acting the part and praising his peerless good looks every day.

Until one day, the Demon Venerable came knocking ahead of schedule. The Heavenly Dao gently wrapped his arms around me from behind and chuckled:

“Baby, you haven't told me you love me today.”