The Sickly Beauty I Snatched Turned Out to Be the Demon Lord?

Shen Lingke transmigrated into a cultivation novel as the vicious female supporting character.

The original Shen Lingke fell in love with the male lead at first sight and harassed him for three years, all while making the female lead's life hell.

Stealing spirit herbs, using aphrodisiac incense, poisoning people.

Every time she brought disaster upon herself, the male and female leads grew closer.

In the end, her cultivation was crippled, and she was thrown into the Demon-Suppressing Cave to die a gruesome death.

When Shen Lingke arrived, she was kneeling in the main hall and forcing the male lead to marry her. Remembering the plot, she panicked and immediately changed her tune. "No, I wasn't proposing. You must have misheard."

Chosen by fate? She didn't want to get involved with any of these people, okay?

All she wanted was to stay far away and live her own life.

Shen Lingke had it all planned out, but the plot refused to let her go.

Again and again, it pushed her back onto her destined path.

Shen Lingke's scalp prickled. Was she doomed to die a horrible death after all?

No! Shen Lingke gritted her teeth and made up her mind. If she married someone first, the plot wouldn't be able to touch her. Surely it wouldn't make her get involved with the male lead once she was already a married woman. Wouldn't that be way too scandalous?

With her mind made up, Shen Lingke snatched a sickly medicine servant from the herb garden at the Alchemy Peak.

The sickly man was incredibly handsome, but he coughed up blood every three steps and looked like he was about to die any day.

Once he died, she'd be free. Hehe.

But Shen Lingke waited a year, two years, ten years, and the sickly man was still alive and well.

Then one day, she saw with her own eyes as her sickly husband, who coughed up blood every three steps and had no spiritual roots, crushed a Tribulation Transcendence elder with one hand.

Terrified, Shen Lingke packed her bags and tried to run away in the middle of the night, but Sang Jin clung to her, his voice soft and coaxing.

"Where are you going, wife? Didn't you say you'd stay a widow after I died and turn my ashes into a necklace? Have you changed your mind?"