I Heard the Sword Sovereign Has a Crush on Me

In her past life, when Shi Juan died, her immortal bones had been destroyed. She was penniless, abandoned by everyone, and infamous. She had laid all her heartfelt devotion and everything she owned at Zhao Biyao’s feet. Zhao Biyao accepted it all, then still complained that Shi Juan was merely a plant spirit, lowborn and beneath her.

When Shi Juan opened her eyes again, she had returned to the day of her wedding in her previous life.

She looked up and saw Zhao Biyao standing on the dais in a red wedding dress, beckoning her forward with a condescending wave, as if calling a dog. “Juan’er, come here.”

Shi Juan thought, I won’t be a dog, and I won’t be a plant. I want to live as a person.

Just then, an announcement came from the main entrance: “Sword Venerable Jibainian of Poyun has arrived!”

Shi Juan turned and saw a woman in white with black hair, a sword on her back, and a cool, indifferent expression. The congratulatory gift she presented was the most precious one in the hall: a miraculous herb capable of bringing the dead back to life. She said simply, “Congratulations.”

Shi Juan suddenly remembered that in her previous life, for some unknown reason, Jibainian had suddenly switched to the Way of Heartlessness three days later. Changing cultivation methods halfway through greatly increased her power, but also severely damaged her vitality. In the end, she fought a bloody battle and died on the battlefield of the war between immortals and demons, protecting the peace of the Nine Provinces. Whenever anyone mentioned Jibainian, they would say, “A talent envied by heaven. What a pity.”

So Shi Juan lifted her veil and said to Zhao Biyao, “I’m not marrying you.”

“And you’ll return every treasure I gave you.”

Furious and shocked, Zhao Biyao sneered. “Juan’er, don’t be so ungrateful. You’re lowborn and weak. Who else but me can protect you?”

Just as all the guests fell silent at the sight of the newlyweds turning against each other in front of everyone, a voice rang out, cool as the snows of Kunlun, calm and resolute:

“I can.”

Sword Venerable Jibainian of Poyun took off the life-bound sword she never parted from, stepped through the crowd, and offered it with both hands. Then she knelt on one knee and looked up at Shi Juan, gazing straight into her eyes as she said, word by word, “I can die for her.”

If our eyes were free of the sorrow of parting, I would not believe that white hair could come to anyone in this world.

Premise: Though the path is steep and hard, my heart remains unchanged. Like the waxing moon, like the rising sun.