The Mad Immortal Venerable Pursues His Wife: She Runs Once, He Goes Mad Once

After transmigrating into a book, the first thing Su Wanwan saw was the amnesiac Xie Wuwang carefully washing her red bellyband.

The most ruthless man in the cultivation world, and the future leader of the righteous sects, now had his eyes lowered. His fingertips were rough, and his voice was as cool as shattered ice. “Wife, the water’s just right.”

Su Wanwan looked at the same hands that had slaughtered the entire Hehuan Sect in the original story, now gently arranging her hair, and nearly died of fright on the spot.

She knew that once Xie Wuwang regained his memories, he would skin her alive, pull out her tendons, and turn her into a human-skin lantern.

To stay alive, she told him that dual cultivation was a treatment for his illness while frantically saving money to run away.

He saved his rations to buy her candied hawthorns. She thought: This is fare for my next life.

He leveled the black market’s local tyrant with a single sword. She thought: Once he remembers who I am, that sword will be at my throat.

Then came the day in Cloud City when Su Wanwan carefully staged her own “death.”

She thought she had finally escaped the nightmare, but in the pouring rain, a black umbrella blocked her way.

Immortal Venerable Xie Wuwang had returned to the peak of his power. His slender fingers brushed the nape of her neck, his breath burning like a flame, madness in his eyes enough to drown her.

“You deceived me into giving you my body, deceived me into giving you my heart, and now you’re even trying to take your ‘corpse’ away?”

“Wanwan, would you rather watch me slaughter all three realms, or come back with me obediently... and continue your ‘treatment’?”