Everyone thought Jiang Caixue was hopelessly in love with Immortal Lord Xie.
He read the poems Xie had read and practiced the sword techniques Xie had practiced. A mere mortal shamelessly stuck by his side, enduring his coldness.
He cooked for him and gave his own blood to save his life, leaving his meridians shattered. Even so, he never regretted a thing, asking only for the Immortal Lord to look at him once.
But Xie Qianyue cultivated the path of severing all emotion and love. He was destined never to love the filth of the mortal world.
Xie Qianyue was ordered to wipe out the demon clan. His fanatical admirers had always despised the useless Jiang Caixue, so they seized their chance and imprisoned him in the Frost Cave.
On the demon battlefield, Xie Qianyue received the news and tore the note to shreds. He said only four words: “What’s it to me?”
Amid the snow and ice, the ailing beauty sat alone through the night, waiting for Immortal Lord Xie, who finally arrived late.
Snow settled on his shoulders. In the end, the useless beauty died in Xie Qianyue’s arms.
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Decades later, a once-in-a-millennium genius appeared in the Immortal Continent.
A face like jade, a sword like a rainbow, robes fluttering like fireworks streaking through the sky.
The world cried out in shock: Jiang Caixue?!
Only then did everyone learn that Jiang Caixue’s identity was false, his gentle and considerate nature was false, and even his deep love was false.
Everything he had done was to take Xie Qianyue’s love-root and temper his own path of ruthlessness with it.
But Xie Qianyue could no longer find his way back.
No one knew that the instant he first saw Jiang Caixue, his path of ruthlessness had already been broken.
Night after night, he dreamed of a red-robed beauty with a sorrowful flush at the corners of his eyes, limp in his arms, forever closing his eyes.
Amid bloodshed and chaos, the aloof Immortal Lord fell into demonic cultivation. He knelt in front of Jiang Caixue, disheveled and miserable, and asked tearfully:
“What can I do to make you forgive me?”
This should be a short story of around a hundred thousand characters, though I may write more once I start.
A stunning beauty who is warm on the outside and cold within, bottom X an aloof, high-and-mighty Immortal Lord, top
Theme: Love is the joy of a contest between equally matched opponents.
