After the Mad Immortal Venerable Became Obsessed with Me

【With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, I'm too busy to write, so updates will be every other day for now. Daily updates will resume next week. 9.22 note】Preorder: *Spoiled Without Restraint*. Please add it to your collection. Jiang Qing's master is an immortal from the Ninth Heaven. He appears aloof and peerless, with a detached nature, but deep down he is passionate and full of desire. Even when the laws of the mortal realm reject him, he clings to Jiang Qing with a desperate, almost deranged intensity. Seeing Cang Wuling, burdened by the backlash of karma and on the verge of death, Jiang Qing reluctantly agrees to the immortal master's request: to sever the bond between her and Cang Wuling. After seeing him leave with the immortal master, Jiang Qing chooses to enter a sham marriage with someone to avoid trouble. On her wedding night, dressed in a bright red bridal gown, she quietly watches the unexpected guest who has barged into the bridal chamber. He stands beneath the candlelight, gazing silently at Jiang Qing. The longer he looks, the redder his pupils become. “You’re getting married...” After a long silence, he walks toward Jiang Qing, one step at a time. “Shh, keep your voice down.” His pale lips press against her trembling eyelashes, his touch frantic. “Don't wake them.” In the throes of near-death ecstasy, Jiang Qing watches helplessly as the threads of affection she severed begin to grow wildly once more. On the day the immortal masters surround them, Cang Wuling, who has long since fallen into demonic corruption, is forcing Jiang Qing to marry him in the Demon Palace. The immortals join forces and deal him a devastating blow, imprisoning him in a land of extreme cold. Time passes without him knowing; he can feel nothing. At the worst point of his madness, he sees a figure in red. Black hair, snowy skin, a gentle, immortal air. She walks toward him slowly but firmly, just as she did ten thousand years ago. He catches hold of the figure. Desperate to know whether what he sees is a hallucination, he repeatedly kisses the snowflakes from her shoulders, wishing he could meld her into his very bones. He never stops, like a tireless beast. She gently accepts everything about him. When he regains his senses and tries to leave, she reaches out and draws close to him of her own accord. “Are you going to stop?” Go on, then. She came here with an ulterior motive. 【A slow-to-feel, rational, wooden heroine x a neurotic, deranged immortal master. Please don't wait for a backlog before reading TT】 Important reading notes: Both leads are each other's first and only. The male lead's name is pronounced Cang Wuling, with Cang as in “tsang.” A romance-focused story. The heroine has a special identity, and the hero is already an adult when he finds her. His surname is Cangwu, and he is older than her. The male lead is mentally ill, utterly mad and sinister. When he has an episode, he shows no mercy even to his own family, with no morals or bottom line! The story begins in the mortal world and later moves to the cultivation realm. Preorder blurb Wen Mingzhen was picked up by her master on his way back to the capital. He treated her gently and patiently, but forbade her from going out alone, interacting with other men, or leaving the residence without permission... By chance, she stumbled upon something sordid involving Shen Qinghe. Seeing the blood he coughed up and the pain furrowing his brow, Wen Mingzhen shut the door in a moment of crisis. She thought things would be fine after that, but she never expected Shen Qinghe to have been poisoned with a rare Western Regions toxin. Every night, he needed to make love to someone, and the treatment had to continue for over a month. He had countless enemies at court, and their deceitful plots were impossible to guard against. With no other choice, she personally helped him dispel the poison. Fortunately, Shen Qinghe wouldn't remember what happened at night. She concealed the truth for half a month, but he eventually discovered that her chastity mark had disappeared. His gaze turned ice-cold as he interrogated her, every word filled with overwhelming fury. Wen Mingzhen stubbornly kept the truth from him. After making him ill with anger, she found their relationship frozen over. For several days in a row, she and Shen Qinghe were at odds during the day, while at night she went to his room to help him dispel the poison. On the final day, the emperor happened to arrange a marriage for her, making Wen Mingzhen the future wife of the top scholar. On her wedding night, she waited nervously for the man who was her husband in name, but suddenly lost consciousness. In a secret chamber, her illustrious master stood with his black hair partly undone, frail and sickly, holding a porcelain bottle from the Western Regions. As Wen Mingzhen watched, he smiled and drank it all, then gripped her chin and bent down to pass it into her mouth. The familiar, shadowy fire burned in his eyes. Before long, the drug took effect. Her whole body grew feverishly hot, and she curled up in discomfort. “Don't be afraid...” Shen Qinghe caressed her cheek, a sickly red flush at the corners of his eyes. “Your master will help you dispel the poison.” Theme: Finding a glimmer of hope in the depths of despair