Nan Sui was a good-for-nothing disciple of the Medicine Sect. Born with a damaged spiritual core and not long to live, she had no choice but to seek another path to survive: using demonic methods to increase her cultivation.
As luck would have it, while out and about, she came across an injured man with amnesia.
According to a secret art, if Nan Sui refined him into a medicinal vessel, she could absorb his yang to nourish her yin and repair her spiritual core.
So she tricked him into believing he was a slave she had bought, claiming she had saved his life. After he fell for her, she magnanimously made him her husband, so he would be grateful and serve her, repairing her spiritual core every night.
But one day, Nan Sui discovered by accident that her medicinal-vessel husband was none other than Xiao Zhuoqing, the Immortal Venerable of the Yue Ling Sect, who had been in seclusion for many days.
The aloof, transcendent ruler of the immortal realm, known throughout the world for his ruthless methods.
After deceiving and manipulating him, and crossing every line, she was sure to be skinned alive and have her sinews torn out.
So, after absorbing enough cultivation, she fled that very night.
After a month on the run, Nan Sui realized she had been afflicted with a love potion. The farther she ran, the weaker she became, always gasping after a few steps, her body growing soft and damp every night.
She searched everywhere for medicine and finally found a sect.
Medicine was hard to come by, so Nan Sui planned to take things slowly. But one day, she accidentally caught sight of her master bathing. Beneath the thin, moon-white gauze, she saw the mark of a medicinal vessel on the young man's waist.
She knew those familiar patterns and that placement all too well.
Back when she had spent a few nights with that man, she had drawn a few medicinal-vessel flowers on him. Now, petals covered his lean waist, vivid and beautiful, seductive and alluring.
Nan Sui was stunned.
So her master now was her former husband!
And the foremost person in the immortal realm, Xiao Zhuoqing!
Was she going to be killed?
It seemed not. Instead, someone pinned her down again and again, even forcing her to lower her head and kiss every medicinal-vessel flower she had drawn.
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