I Cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness, but the Mad Princess Insists We Dual-Cultivate

At the Demon-Slaying Ceremony, the male lead thrust his sword at the gravely wounded demon-fallen Grand Princess Yin Xuan. At the last possible moment, Ming Shuangxue, the foremost saintess who cultivated the path of ruthless transcendence, stepped down from the sky. She kicked the male lead away and pressed her sword to Yin Xuan’s throat. Her face icy, she declared, “This monster is coming back to Sacred Mountain with me, where I’ll make her my cultivation furnace and torment her day and night. Who dares stop me?” The crowd was stunned. The male lead was furious but didn’t dare speak up. Only Ming Shuangxue was screaming inside: Help! I accidentally stepped on the male lead’s face! That crazy princess is glaring at me! Is she going to bite me to death? Ming Shuangxue, a severe social anxiety sufferer, transmigrated into a novel as a fake saintess with no combat skills, but was bound to an overbearing System. To stay alive, she was forced to lock the murderous demoness in her bedchamber and nervously follow the plot. System: [Lift her chin and give her a wicked smile!] She reached out with a trembling hand, then got so frightened by Yin Xuan’s icy stare that she stumbled over her own feet. System: [Restrain her with chains and tell her she’s your caged songbird!] She had just taken out the chains when the haughty, unhinged Grand Princess voluntarily offered her wrists to be shackled. Yin Xuan had assumed the saintess had brought her back to practice some wicked art of cultivation by draining her energy. Then she realized that the woman only seemed cold. When applying medicine, her hands shook like a leaf. At night, she slept curled up in a corner, afraid to let even a corner of her clothes touch Yin Xuan. Yin Xuan narrowed her eyes. Oh? So she’s just a useless little coward who likes to bluff? Later, Yin Xuan turned the tables, locking the chains around Ming Shuangxue’s wrists and cornering the nearly tearful saintess at the edge of the bed. Smiling sweetly, she said: “Your Highness the Saintess said you’d torment me day and night, didn’t you? It’s late. Time to cultivate together.” [Cool on the outside but socially anxious fake saintess × self-deluding, flirtatious demon-fallen Grand Princess] #TransmigrateIntoABook #DevotedToEachOther #SillySweetRomance #Delusions #YandereRedemption #MildCoercion