I Captured the Strongest Sword Cultivator in the Cultivation World

I am the Demon Lord of the Mystic Sect, the number-one villain in the entire cultivation world. I can summon wind and rain and do anything I please. Every righteous cultivator in the world grits their teeth at the mention of my name, hating and fearing me. Every year, young geniuses come in droves to try to kill me, like moths to a flame.

In truth, my daily life is pretty uneventful. I have everything I want and live without a care in the world. Aside from going out to play, disciplining my subordinates, and tormenting the little fools who come right to my door, there's not much fun to be had.

Then one day, I took a fancy to a righteous cultivator across the way.

I decided to make him mine.

A shocking piece of news rocked the cultivation world.

The head of the Qianyuan Sect, the strongest of the righteous cultivators, the world's number-one swordsman, Venerable Frostlight Sword...

He'd been kidnapped!

Have the demonic cultivators across the way really gotten this powerful?!

The righteous cultivators were terrified.

The Qianyuan Sect was in an uproar.

Everyone angrily called for a punitive expedition, but not a single person dared go over and fight the demonic cultivators.

Inside the Demon Hall of the Mystic Sect, a swordsman in white was shackled to the bed with black iron. His clothes were disheveled, his long hair loose, yet his expression remained cool and detached. His eyes held anger and humiliation, restrained but unspoken.

I sat beside the bed, resting my chin on my hand as I looked at him.

Ah... Now that I've got him, what should I do?

Obviously, everything I've ever wanted to do! :)

Venerable Frostlight Sword had always been noble, upright, and openhearted. Yet just past the age of a thousand, he suffered the greatest calamity of his life.

He was kidnapped by the Demon Lord of the Mystic Sect and imprisoned in the inner palace, where he was subjected to every kind of humiliation. By the time he escaped after enduring countless hardships, he had lost his yang essence.

That was more than a stain on his reputation. It was an absolute disgrace!

Everyone in the cultivation world sympathized with the venerable sword cultivator, sighing and shaking their heads whenever he was mentioned.

They had no idea that each night, when the cool and aloof sword cultivator sat with his eyes closed on his jade dais, his mind was always filled with the sensual scenes and countless amorous moments from that inner palace of the Mystic Sect.

CP: A sweet-looking but secretly black-hearted, wanton, clueless-girl-type Demon Lord x a truly pure, abstinent, upright sword cultivator who has finally reached his breaking point

This is a silly comedy.

The main story is told in third person.

Theme: Someday, someone will heal all the pain behind your smile.