[Beautiful, death-fearing, villainous young lady x aloof, unhinged, devoted Sword Sovereign]
[True villainess | Cannon fodder fighting to survive | The aloof beauty falls from her altar]
Ruan Zhu had a dream.
In the dream, the world she lived in was a story about immortals.
And Lu Zhi, the servant she'd trampled and abused,
was actually a peerless Sword Sovereign who had fallen from the Upper Realm.
Born with the bones of a sword, he was merciless in battle.
Once his soul fully awakened, he could cleave mountains and sever seas with a single stroke.
And he could just as easily turn her, a troublemaking menace, to ashes.
Ruan Zhu: "..."
Is it still in time to apologize?
She immediately decided to turn over a new leaf, put down her knife, and become a good person.
But just as she was about to revoke the order forcing Lu Zhi to stand guard at the gate on a snowy night, her heart began to ache and she spat blood on the spot.
The Heavenly Dao warned her: Do not break character.
Only then did Ruan Zhu despairingly realize
the truth: not only was she forbidden from currying favor with the immortal, she had to keep bullying him.
And so,
Lu Zhi knelt beneath her skirts to wash her feet.
Ruan Zhu was so frightened that even her snow-white toes trembled, yet she still had to scold him through her tears.
"It's your good fortune to serve this young lady."
The man lowered his eyes, his rough palms wrapped around her slender, snow-white ankle.
After a long while, he replied,
"No."
Years later, the former servant sat high in the Ninth Heaven, with all under heaven bowing before him.
Only then did everyone realize what had happened. They mocked Ruan Zhu for abusing Lu Zhi and cried,
"How could such a vicious woman dare to slight the Sword Sovereign?!"
"Your death is at hand!"
Tears glistening in her eyes, Ruan Zhu threw herself into the man's arms.
"Are you going to stab me with your sword? Could you do it quickly, without giving me time to react? I'm afraid of pain."
"Or is there some immortal technique that won't hurt...?"
Lu Zhi's dark eyes narrowed.
With a wave of his hand, he sent the noisy crowd flying thirty feet away.
"You know I wouldn't."
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