In a cave, I push aside his broad shoulder and rise from the stone bed. My bare feet touch the ground as I pick up the bodice he flung aside in the heat of the moment last night. Crimson marks, like plum blossoms, dot my pale skin. Frowning, I urge my Heart-Cleansing Art into motion.
Yesterday, while escaping a tribulation lightning strike, I stumbled into this cave. The Snake King, Xuan Yin, actually passed a thousand-year-old demon core to me. His voice, cool as ice and jade, rings directly in my mind: Aren’t cultivators supposed to care most about cause and effect? From tonight on, you’ll bear my mark through every tribulation lightning strike...
But I clearly saw the tip of his tail secretly hooking the torn sash of my robe...
[No System + mortal cultivation + powerful heroine + revenge + satisfying read + Eastern fantasy]
It's good, the story is very manly 😳