After Forcing a Kiss on the Sword Sovereign, I Defy My Master in My Dreams Every Night

Jiang Zhiyue was the least capable spy in the Valley of Lingering Desire. She infiltrated the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion with the “Spirit-Devouring Genealogy,” but a malfunctioning teleportation array sent her plunging into the Ninefold Frost Spring of Yan Changwei, the Supreme Sword Venerable. To save her life, she was forced to kiss this aloof beauty, who had cultivated the merciless path for eight hundred years, and drain three breaths of his original qi. From then on, a “heart demon” that plagued him every night took up residence in Yan Changwei's invulnerable sea of consciousness.

By day, Yan Changwei sat high upon his divine altar, coldly rebuking her for “failing to uphold a woman's virtue.” By night, in the illusions of his sea of consciousness, she tormented him until the corners of his eyes turned red. Then, at the sect ceremony, that blind junior nephew publicly tore up the marriage contract with Jiang Zhiyue. The Sword Venerable, seated high in the clouds, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. A vast sword radiance sealed heaven and earth as he held her tightly in his arms, his voice crazed with obsession: “Since he has no eyes, you can only be mine.”