The thing Ji Lianrong regretted most in her life was not trespassing into a forbidden zone. It was breaking the seal on that man.
Wang Guji. A sword immortal with an embarrassingly tacky name, locked away for three hundred years. She was just an apprentice from a little medicine valley, not even at Foundation Establishment. All she wanted was to find an herb and save someone.
But the moment the seal broke, heavenly lightning came crashing down.
When she woke, a contract had appeared in her mind: they would live and die together. If he died, she would die. If she died, he would too.
Ji Lianrong immediately wanted to run.
Wang Guji blocked the cave entrance, his voice colder than the wind in the forbidden zone. “Where are you going?”
“Home.”
“If you go back now, someone will raze your little medicine valley within three days.” He looked down at her as if she were an ant he could crush at any moment. “The contract on you is worth the lives of everyone in the cultivation world.”
Ji Lianrong didn’t believe him. But the next day, her enemies came looking for her.
Wang Guji cut them down with a single strike, then turned and thrust his sword into her hands. “From today on, you’ll cultivate with me.”
“I don’t want to cultivate.”
“You have no choice.” He paused, his voice dropping. “I don’t want to die by your hand either.”
Only later did Ji Lianrong learn that Wang Guji had once overcome his emotional tribulation. His sword path was called “No Self, No Emotion.” He had severed his seven emotions and six desires, becoming the youngest sword immortal in three thousand years.
But she discovered that despite his claims of having no feelings, he would cut his own wrist to feed her his blood when she lost control during cultivation. He would endure all eighty-one strikes of the Heavenly Tribulation alone because her cultivation was too weak to withstand them.
When she was about to be struck dead by a single palm, he rushed over to take the blow for her, then smiled
