After Being Taken in by the Icy Sword Venerable

[The foremost swordsman: the cold Sword Sovereign x the naive, "frail" girl: the future evil master]

Lou Guiji, Sword Sovereign of Zhehuang, slaughtered his way through the Sea of No Delusion. Amid the miasma, a slender young girl came toward him with a lantern.

The swordlight reflected her utterly clear red eyes, yin to the extreme and profoundly evil.

Zhehuang trembled faintly in the Sword Sovereign's hand, his sword intent about to strike, when the unfathomable evil creature suddenly stumbled delicately before him.

Her bones seemed too delicate to support her. She looked terribly frail.

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And so Lou Guiji picked up an evil creature from the depths of the Sea of No Delusion.

Snow fell all year round in Wushun Heaven. The creature feared the cold and often curled up against him for warmth, borrowing his spiritual energy. She was quiet and harmless.

Until the bitterest winter night, when crimson miasma spread across Wushun Heaven and the creature's icy fingertips brushed softly over the Sword Sovereign's lashes in the darkness.

In a single night, everything was turned upside down, and a dream ran its torrid course.

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Jiang Yang fled through the night, only to run into a certain indescribable figure from Wushun Heaven once more in the mortal realm.

Lou Guiji casually held the mirror demon she had been hunting. His lashes lifted halfway, and sword intent sealed off the area in an instant.

His fingertip was warm as it stroked the corner of her eye, just as she had done on that winter night.

Zhehuang's ringing trembled right beside her ear, but the Sword Sovereign's voice was closer still: "Where else are you going?"

Jiang Yang could never figure out this cold, aloof Sword Sovereign. She only kept noticing his deep, intent gaze, the hand clasped firmly around her waist as they flew on his sword, and the shivering pressure and dominance in the way he looked down at her.

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The Qiongji Hall stood at the highest and coldest point. All his life, he had wanted nothing but the Great Dao.

Later, all he could remember were her tears, like shattered stars falling from a snowy peak.

Coming next: "Only the Nether"

Defying one's superior, mildly coercive, not a strong female lead

[Dark, twisted, black-hearted disciple x aloof, otherworldly ice-beauty master]

Wei You had slept beneath the heavy ice of the Northern Wasteland for a thousand years when someone split open her ice coffin with a single sword strike.

She raised her sword and swept through three thousand miles of wind and snow, retracing her steps. Lowering her eyes, she saw a young man.

A jade-like immortal physique, with astonishing talent.

Wei You taught him sword techniques and the Great Dao, turning the little disciple she had picked up into a radiant, noble man who strode atop snowy peaks. Later, her disciple pinned her down in the sea of consciousness, breathing in the cool fragrance at her neck as his eyes narrowed.

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As a boy, Xie Chenjun once met an immortal. She walked barefoot across a frozen, frigid cliff and looked down at him. "Would you like to come with me?"

White robes, a snowy sword, and a frost-cold, transcendent bearing.

Xie Chenjun followed her out of the Northern Wasteland, traveled the mortal world in search of the Great Dao, and learned from her coldness and utter solitude.

Later, he realized that being noble and radiant was not enough to pluck the cold moon from the snowy peak.

Immortal arts were useless in the sea of consciousness. For the first time, he caught the scent at the immortal's neck.

Theme: The immortal path cherishes life and saves all beings without limit