Sword in Hand, I Seek Love: My Master Has Fallen to the Demonic Path

On a snowy night, she cut down a demon with one stroke of her sword and took him in as her disciple. “From today on, you belong to me, Su Qinghan.” After ten years together, love took root between them. To protect him, she personally expelled him from her sect, and her hair turned white as she walked away. He roamed the Nine Provinces, fighting his way to supremacy, all for the chance to see her again. Suppressing her feelings backfired, and she fell into the demonic path, bathing the world in blood. When they met again, her eyes were red and cold as she pointed her sword at his throat. “Worm. Die.” But he cast aside his sword and knelt, smiling through blood. “Master, this time, let your disciple save you.” From then on, he wielded love as a blade and made his life a boat: When she fell to the demonic path, he shattered the immortal sects to seize a sacred relic. When she lost her memory, he told her their story night after night. When her soul scattered, he burned the Heavenly Dao to buy her another life. The Nine Provinces all said, “The Profound Venerable has gone mad. He’s defying heaven for a demon.” He only replied, “If heaven stands in my way, I’ll replace it. If the Dao rejects me, I’ll rewrite it!” On the final day, above the Nether Abyss, he held her in his arms as she lay at death’s door and pointed his sword at the sky. “Immortals and gods of all the heavens, listen! I, Lin Xuan, will not cultivate immortality in this life, nor seek the Dao. I will cultivate only her.” The fire of love scorched the heavens, and the laws were reforged. From then on, the world knew no more taboos. The Heavenly Dao would bless those whose hearts were true.