The Sword Cultivator Won't Stop Grinding, Even in Death

Yuan Nianchu was a sword cultivator, gifted and clever. As Langshan's chief disciple, she practiced diligently and worked harder than everyone else, outdoing all nine sects and ten mountains.

She never expected that her drive would become a habit, making her tirelessly pursue love, too. She gave her heart and soul to a man, only to have her cultivation destroyed and die by the sword.

Later, she was reborn, with a thing in her mind that called itself a System and cared only about pushing the story forward.

The sky over Langshan was still as blue, the clouds still as white. Everything was just as wonderful as before.

System: "Host, are you ready to receive your mission?"

Yuan Nianchu: "I've been looking forward to it."

After living a second life, she'd forgotten too much. She couldn't even remember who had killed her.

But what did that matter? Yuan Nianchu thought indifferently. She would reclaim the peak that belonged to her. No one who owed her a debt, and no one who deserved to die, would get away.

This time, she would not only outwork everyone under heaven, she'd work hard enough to make even the Heavenly Dao concede.

Much later...

Villain One sneered. "Spiritual energy is scarce these days. So what if your cultivation is high? You can't use it anyway!"

Yuan Nianchu waggled her fingertips, spiritual energy spilling out as if it cost nothing. She smiled. "Oh?"

Villain Two laughed viciously. "So what if you have spiritual energy? The destruction of the Kongming Realm is inevitable! What can you do, interfere with the laws of the Heavenly Dao?!"

Yuan Nianchu glanced at the thunderclouds overhead. They seemed to flinch in fright, then immediately struck down a tribulation bolt. Villain Two: deceased.

A few things to know:

1. An incredibly strong heroine with a low sensitivity to romance, who only wants revenge x a tsundere hero who seems icy on the outside but is a cuddly puppy inside, and only wants a sweet romance. P.S. The male lead is her junior fellow disciple.

2. 1v1, both leads are sexually inexperienced, and the scumbag from her previous life doesn't stand a chance.

3. Cultivation, fighting monsters, and a slow-burn romance.

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Your upright, uncompromising senior brother, whose temperament is like the bitterly cold snow atop Kunlun's highest peak, scolds you mercilessly in the main hall and orders you to come to his cave at night to be punished. You obediently go, only to find his black hair cascading down, his eyes flushed at the corners, and his dark eyes fixed on you. "I know you're angry... Didn't you always love it when I did this? Let me make it up to you this way. Is that all right?"

Your young disciple, who spends all day acting spoiled around you, is exquisite and beautiful, with the most captivating look of a boy. His sweet, soft temperament reminds you of the puppy you raised as a child. He's always so obedient and considerate, looking after you like your little guardian angel. One day, you accidentally drink a few too many cups of peach blossom wine and, dazed with drunkenness, ask him to take you back to your cave. You pass out completely, so you don't know that your obedient, considerate disciple gazes at you with feverish, sinister eyes. "Master... You can only be mine..."

Once, you rescued him from the mire. You ignored everyone's stares to take care of him, teaching him to stand on his own two feet and teaching him the supreme arts of immortality. You showed him that heroes can come from anywhere, and that if you stay true to yourself, what is there to fear in what others say? At last, just as you wished, he became the warmest sunshine in the world. He watched you interact with all sorts of people, feeling unworthy deep down. He never dared to confess his love, asking only to remain by your side. One day, you lost control while working through a cultivation deviation and unleashed all your violence upon him. His whole body trembled with pain, yet he still tried to open himself up and embrace the hurt you gave him. Whether what you gave him was bitter or sweet, he would accept it gladly.

He is Heaven's favored son, with a terrible temper, domineering and proud, yet blessed with a face that could captivate all living things. Everyone has always fawned over him. You fought on countless battlefields together. You took arrows and blades for him and shed blood, but he never cared. He always believed you loved him most and took everything you did for granted. Even when he proposed to you, he sounded condescending, as if he were granting you a favor, proud and arrogant. But you were simply stunned. Weren't you just comrades? Only then did he realize that he'd imagined it all. From that moment, his pride lay shattered, and the immortal fell to earth. He didn't care at all; he only wanted you to love him.

Later, you found yourself surrounded by hungry eyes, everyone demanding an explanation.

But what could you do? You were innocent, damn it! You'd just transmigrated here. You knew nothing! Damn it!

Theme: Stay true to your original purpose, and you'll reach the end.