I transmigrated into the body of a notorious female demon in the cultivation world, and I was perfectly calm about it. I had a successful career, reached the peak of cultivation, and had countless underlings. My only problem was that I was a little bored. Then one day, I found a handsome young man covered in blood and on the brink of death. He was as beautiful as an immortal, with a cool, aloof air. He was practically a gift from the heavens, perfectly tailored to my taste. I made up my mind: I would train him into my sharpest, most obedient blade. I healed his wounds, fed him precious treasures, and taught him the finest techniques, raising him from an unknown nobody into a sword cultivator whose name shook the world. The entire demon realm said I was crazy and raising a tiger to bite me. I scoffed. “What a joke. Everything he has came from me. Let’s see him try to lay a finger on me!” Then he really did try. In the battle between immortals and demons, he ran his sword through my heart and pinned me to the Execution Platform. He stepped over my corpse and became the righteous leader who saved the world, revered by all. His eyes reddened as he said, “I’m sorry. I was an undercover agent. But... I really did love you.” Me: “...” Love me, my ass! Is sending me a deluxe package of body and soul annihilation your idea of love? Fortunately, I wasn’t quite dead. A wisp of my soul survived for a hundred years before I rebuilt my body. This time, I just wanted to stay as far away from that ungrateful bastard as possible. But I never expected that the exalted Immortal Venerable would go completely mad and turn white-haired overnight after I “died.” He traversed the nine heavens and ten lands, slaughtering across the four seas and eight wilds, all to find a single wisp of my soul. When he came before me with bloodshot eyes and knelt humbly, begging me to look at him once more, I only smiled and placed my sword against his neck. “Immortal Venerable,”
