Feng Qingyun, the greatest sword cultivator in the Three Realms, was every bit as elegant and refined as his name suggested, untouched by worldly dust. If he weren't notorious for his womanizing, the line of people seeking his hand in marriage would probably stretch all the way around the mortal realm.
Female cultivators: I heard the Immortal Lord Feng spends every night carousing, surrounded by beauties. He flirts with them but never marries them. A scumbag like that is destined to die alone!
When Feng Qingyun heard the rumor, he scoffed and went back to tending Xuanwu, the ancient ferocious sword he'd found in a rift in the sky.
When he finished polishing it, the ferocious sword Xuanwu transformed into a striking young man. He leaned tenderly against Feng Qingyun's chest and said, "Am I the only sword the Immortal Lord favors, or do all those other brothers and sisters get the same treatment?"
Feng Qingyun pushed Xuanwu away without changing expression. "Stop batting your eyes at me. I have ten thousand spirit swords just like you."
At his words, a dazzling spiritual light filled the whole palace. In an instant, beauties of every shape and size and handsome men of wildly different styles crowded the vast hall, leaving nowhere to set foot.
He had far too many swords. So what if they were ancient ferocious swords? Once he grew tired of them, he could toss them aside to gather dust.
Then the stars shifted, and the ghost realm invaded.
Feng Qingyun wielded Xuanwu to destroy the Ghost King of Fengdu, but the dying king managed to seal Xuanwu inside Feng Qingyun's spiritual meridians.
From then on, the Immortal Lord's injuries never healed, leaving him a cripple, while the ferocious sword Xuanwu could only devour Feng Qingyun's spiritual energy to maintain its consciousness.
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Late at night, the frail, sickly Immortal Lord, his cheeks flushed, was held by the ferocious sword and bound in front of an antique display shelf.
As ten thousand spirit swords watched, Xuanwu lifted his chin and wantonly toyed with his bloodstained lips.
"Immortal Lord, from now on, I will be your only sword."
He would crush Feng Qingyun's pride until Xuanwu was the only one in his heart and mind.
Then, once he broke the seal, he would cruelly abandon this licentious Immortal Lord, torment him until he begged for death, and leave him unable to live or die!
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Many years later, the long-silent Immortal Lord Feng finally recovered and emerged from seclusion. Everyone waited for him to start another scandalous romance.
Feng Qingyun didn't disappoint. He dropped a shocking piece of gossip:
The Ghost King, ruler of the ghost realm and once the Immortal Lord's sworn enemy, had knelt outside his mountain gate and wept for three days and nights, begging the Immortal Lord to marry him!
Everyone in the cultivation world: What?! I'm shocked beyond words!
Reader's guide:
A cold, sickly beauty of an Immortal Lord who's a scoundrel without realizing it x a scheming, black-hearted sword spirit who is a great demon king.
Cover art used with permission from Pingzi.
Theme: Cultivate good morals and be a responsible, conscientious citizen.
