I, Ling Shuang, am the ceiling of combat power in the world of cultivation. I cultivate the ruthless path of severing love and ending love.
It wasn't until I was crossing the tribulation that the thunder struck me by mistake, and my souls merged with those of my mortal enemy, the Demon Lord, for a moment.
——Now that's it, the whole world of cultivation thinks that we are having an affair.
There is a "person" living in my natal sword.
His name is Qi Qing, which is the result of the love threads I chopped off over the past three hundred years. He whispers in my ear every day:
"Master, your heart is beating fast... But do you think of the Demon Lord?"
Later:
The Demon Lord blocked the mountain gate, his demonic aura overwhelming: "Ling Shuang, at that moment, were you really heartless?"
The sword spirit took form and touched my face with his fingertips: "Don't answer him... You are obviously more familiar with my touch."
Even the chief of the Immortal Sect who was rescued by me back then came with a sword: "Shuangyue Zhenjun, my inner demon... Is you."
I crushed the ninety-eighth invitation to join forces and declared for the thousandth time:
"Practice the path of unfeeling, and don't make companions."
But they laughed in unison and asked:
"Then what does the love in your sword and the soul you blend with him mean?"
——She once thought that the ruthless way was to cut off all the peach blossoms.
——Later I found out that the most severe peach blossom disaster was planted by myself back then.
