[An intense push and pull · a fateful showdown · love and mutual destruction]
I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as a cannon-fodder supporting heroine. The System told me that the only way to survive was to make Xie Wuwang fall in love with me.
He was the greatest sword prodigy the Lingxiao Sword Sect had seen in a thousand years, and the future “Wuwang Sword Lord” who would slaughter half the cultivation world.
And in the original story, I was the first to die by his sword.
So I took a sword for him, refined pills for him, and smiled at him like a flower in bloom.
Every time, he accepted my kindness gently. Then, once I turned away, he would carefully wipe every inch of his fingers that had touched me.
Until that night, when he trapped me at the edge of a cliff, his sword tip pressed against my heart, his voice colder than wind and snow:
“Have you had enough of acting out this ‘undying devotion’?”
I looked at my pale but smiling face reflected in his eyes and heard the System’s warning: [Target’s hostility: 100%]
I rose on my tiptoes and kissed the bloodstained edge of his sword.
“Xie Wuwang, if you kill me, you’ll never forget me for the rest of your life.”
For the first time, the hand gripping his sword trembled.
Only later did I learn that he had been reborn, carrying the blood feud of my having destroyed his sect in his previous life.
And I was the last princess of the sleeping Langya Dynasty, with the blood of the royal family he had slaughtered flowing through my veins.
In this life-and-death game played in the name of love,
he thought he was the hunter moving the pieces, never realizing he had already fallen into my web.
I thought I was a prisoner fighting to survive, but between the blade’s edge and tenderness, I glimpsed something more important than life.
“Xie Wuwang, if loving you is my original sin, ”
“Then does fighting to live count as courage?”
