[Gentle, dangerous beauty with a chronic illness × younger goddess with a strong offense and weak defense]
Cultivators across the land seek the Dao from the hundred sects, and the hundred sects seek the Dao at Bu Zheng Mountain.
When Tong Xisheng was sent up the mountain as a sacrifice, she was blind in both eyes and covered in wounds.
The enemy who had escorted her there knelt before the mountain gate, begging for a chance at immortality. Before they could finish, they lost their life.
The woman who rescued Tong Xisheng personally fed her medicine every day. Whenever others mentioned that woman's name, they lowered their voices.
Bo Lingge, master of the Fourth Peak of Bu Zheng Mountain.
They said she was ruthless and could kill without a trace.
The gentler she was, the more Tong Xisheng suspected she had ulterior motives.
On the day her sight returned, Tong Xisheng finally met Bo Lingge's gaze.
The woman's face was so pale it was almost translucent, yet so beautiful that Tong Xisheng couldn't look away. For a moment, she forgot what she had meant to say.
Then her gaze fell to Bo Lingge's lap, and she froze: a thin blanket covered her legs, and beneath her sat a wheelchair.
Huh? This was the fearsome demoness everyone dreaded?
Tong Xisheng steadied herself. “Peak Master, what do you want from me for saving my life?”
Bo Lingge didn't answer at once. She only gazed out the window. The spring flowers, which had bloomed late in midsummer, had already been battered to the ground by heavy snow.
She turned back. “I want you to save the world with me.”
Tong Xisheng pointed at herself. “Me?”
She thought it absurd and turned to leave. “Peak Master, you should find someo, ”
Before she could finish, the snow swirling through the sky froze in place. Tong Xisheng stiffened too, even the hem of her raised robe suspended in midair.
Bo Lingge turned her wheels and slowly came around in front of her, her voice still gentle. “I'm afraid that's not up to you.”
When she was forced to stay, Tong Xisheng wanted nothing more than to get as far away from this demoness as possible.
But later, whenever Bo Lingge was in danger, Tong Xisheng was always the one who stood in front of her, willing to risk even her life.
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One night, Tong Xisheng lifted Bo Lingge from her wheelchair and carried her to the bed, thinking she had finally gained the upper hand.
Tong Xisheng leaned closer and whispered, “Peak Master, you can't move easily, so let me...”
Bo Lingge looked up with a smile, but Tong Xisheng's ears turned red first.
In the next instant, time and space ground to a halt. The candlelight and curtain shadows froze, and Tong Xisheng could no longer move.
Bo Lingge pushed herself upright and slowly leaned close to her ear, her warm breath brushing its tip.
“You said...”
“Who can't move?”
One-on-one | Both pure | Happy ending | Fantasy | Switch
Theme: Keep striving every day
