After My Heart Was Cut Out, I Cultivated into a Charming Demon

Heart-Rending Angst + The Pursuit After Losing Her

Everyone said Qin Deng was a fool with nothing but a pretty face.

No one knew he was in love with the noble, otherworldly elder brother at the academy.

He was dirty and stupid, while his noble elder brother was so beautiful, like a heavenly immortal.

His noble elder brother would smile at him, hold him while they watched the moon, and take his hand to teach him swordsmanship.

Qin Deng thought their hearts must belong to each other.

But one day, his noble elder brother gently told him that he really was an immortal.

And Qin Deng was the reincarnation of the immortal's beloved. He needed to use Qin Deng's heart to save the one he loved.

Qin Deng didn't resist.

His heart had belonged to his noble elder brother for a long time.

But when his heart was cut out, it still hurt so much.

*

The little fool Qin Deng died.

A soul without a heart could only dream of reincarnation.

Seeing how foolish he was, Black Impermanence kindly told him,

"Why not become a succubus? Succubi don't need hearts. A pretty face is enough to get by."

So Qin Deng forgot everything from his past and became a succubus. Every three days, he had to find someone with a heart and cultivate with them to survive.

But he was too stupid to learn how to seduce anyone.

Luckily, Heaven took pity on him. Every three days, a big fool who didn't mind how stupid he was would be willing to cultivate with him.

But the big fools often watched him with tears in their eyes, holding him and calling out someone's name.

As they wept, they called to him in sorrow.

A-Deng.

I'm sorry, A-Deng.

*

Qin Deng hadn't been a fool after all.

Before he fell, he had been a God of War who struck terror into the Three Realms.

Cold and quiet by nature, he had taken in only one helpless little disciple.

Later, that disciple gained immense power and became his lover.

Later, his lover cut out his heart with his own hands.

*

Later still, Qin Deng, now the ruler of the demon race, had his arms around two lovers as he watched his once-noble, refined little disciple, covered in blood, with dark and filthy demonic energy swirling around him.

Fury and despair filled his eyes, but his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Qin Deng, how dare you find someone else! Where is your heart?"

Qin Deng planted a foot on his little disciple's shoulder. The bell around his ankle jingled softly as he smiled, dazzling and seductive.

Only his little disciple had ever seen him in white as pure as snow, holding a paper umbrella in the misty rain, cool and dignified.

"Where my heart is, you know better than anyone, don't you?"

The fury that had surged through his little disciple abruptly stopped. At last, his eyes reddened, and he begged like the lonely, helpless child he had once been.

"Master... I don't ask you to forgive me."

"But please, at least... don't find someone else."

"I'll go mad..."

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