After Failing to Assassinate My Master of the Ruthless Dao

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Lan Yan joined the sect of Shen Du, the Sword Sovereign of the Heartless Dao, to pursue cultivation. Legend had it that Shen Du had swept through the Thirteen Demon Caves with his peerless sword and reached the Visionary Realm in less than a century. He was the one among the Five Mountains and Twelve Sects with the best chance of ascending, and everyone envied him.

Shen Du taught her that to cultivate the Heartless Dao, she had to sever anything that stood in her way.

So, when a vision of a half-open white robe appeared in her mind and her Golden Core nearly cracked, she barged into Everbright Hall and stabbed Shen Du in the dantian.

Shen Du's expression was serene. Holding Lan Yan's hand, he actually pushed the sword tip another inch forward and smiled. "You did very well."

She devoted herself wholeheartedly to the Dao. After cutting off her feelings, her cultivation surged even faster. At the height of her fervor, she even stabbed Shen Du in the back in front of a group of demonic cultivators. Under their astonished gazes, the hem of a white robe fluttered as he fell.

The white-robed immortal's eyes were tinged with weary allure. His shattered expression made it impossible not to feel for him. In a soft voice, he said, "That much force won't be fatal. Keep your sword steady, and don't hesitate when you strike."

But she never imagined that one day her master, Shen Du, who seemed like an immortal, would lose all five senses.

He still wore the white robe she had seen him in when she became his disciple. His eyes were closed as he leaned against the couch in the great hall, incense burning in the censer. Though he had fallen into eternal darkness, he seemed to sense her gaze and looked her way. The silver bell at his wrist rang softly.

That day, the Five Mountains and Twelve Sects surrounded Mount Qingya and demanded that Shen Du hand over the stolen treasure, the Kunshan Jade Shard.

She retreated from Everbright Hall one step at a time. Under the disbelieving gazes of everyone in the world, she carried her sword and cleaved through the Three Thousand Realms, standing guard before the mountain gate. Yet all she could think was that after swinging this sword today, her Dao heart would surely shatter tomorrow, and her cultivation would collapse.

That night, the blind Shen Du lit a thousand lamps, illuminating the way home for a blood-soaked female cultivator.

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#Question: How can those with different paths work together?

Shen Du: Take her as my disciple. Let her follow my Heartless Dao, and we can work together.

But later on...

He embarked on the most straightforward path of all, together with her.

Next novel: [After Being Possessed, I Married My Senior Brother]. Blurb:

After an accident, Bai Zhi was injured by the demons and poisoned with Three Months of Snow. She fell into a coma for ten whole years.

When Bai Zhi awoke, her innate spirit root had been dug out. She was so weak that she gasped for breath every three steps, a veritable invalid, and no one in the immortal sect treated her kindly.

She was confined to the Lanyue Pavilion. Even when she tried to get some air, outer sect disciples doing the cleaning would glare at her and spit, "Why don't you just die already?"

Within half a month, Bai Zhi finally learned the truth about the time she had been unconscious.

"Bai Zhi" had tried to seduce a Dao Lord. After failing, she secretly corresponded with the demons, exposing everything about the immortal sect. She had even planned to betray the sect for the Demon Lord. It was Xie Zhuo who had overruled everyone and protected her. As the price for being allowed to live, her innate spirit root was gouged out, and her cultivation plummeted. Afterward, she tried the same trick to get her spirit root back, planning to seduce Xie Zhuo.

Only then did she understand: she had been possessed. The person who took over her body had ruined her reputation, then vanished without a trace.

Before she could expose that person, she had to get her spirit root back and restore her reputation. But proving that the previous "Bai Zhi" wasn't really Bai Zhi would be incredibly difficult.

She thought of Xie Zhuo, the senior brother who had known her the longest.

Their elders had arranged their marriage before they entered the immortal sect, but they had never gotten along, and their relationship had frozen over. After gaining their immortal destinies, Xie Zhuo was found to have a sword bone and was chosen as the Sword Sovereign's successor. Bai Zhi had an innate spirit root and became a disciple of a Dao Lord. The two never crossed paths again.

Xie Zhuo arrived quickly. Through the window, she saw him dressed in white, refusing to meet her eyes.

He said coldly, "I, Xie, agreed to take Miss Bai to ascension, and we've already made a pact before Heaven and Earth. What more do you want? If something's wrong, why not have a good cry to your Demon Lord and get him to take you out of Lanyue Pavilion?"

"The Demon Lord?" Bai Zhi scoffed, then spent ages coughing until her face turned red. "I, Bai Zhi, am a disciple of a Dao Lord, upright and righteous. He probably wouldn't be blessed enough to enjoy my company. You're the one who's cowering and won't even show your face. How are you any different from harboring a demon? You two are made for each other."

Xie Zhuo lowered his eyes and looked at her through the window lattice.

"I'm willing to take you to ascension. You don't need to go to such lengths to win me over."

"Win you over?" Bai Zhi carefully chose her words and looked at him strangely. "You think getting scolded is winning you over? What kind of fetish is that?"

Xie Zhuo: ?

"Still in denial," Bai Zhi said. "Didn't we have a marriage agreement before? How about we become Dao companions? That'll satisfy your fetish for being scolded and clear my name, so they won't think I'm so obsessed with the Demon Lord that I'd do anything for him, even pass him information."

"Bai Zhi." Xie Zhuo opened the window. "Stop talking. Let's get married right now."

Bai Zhi: ...?

Seeing her bewildered expression, Xie Zhuo said softly, "No one else can imitate that mouth of yours."

Xie Zhuo once thought he hated her.

Bai Zhi had a sharp tongue and always struck where it hurt. And yet they were bound by a marriage agreement. After years of trading barbs with her from a distance, he had finally won himself some peace.

Until the day she lay in a pool of blood, unable to speak.

With trembling hands, he stormed into the demon lair. He fought until his sword broke to obtain the antidote to Three Months of Snow, all because he wanted her to say something to him.

He escaped the demon lair with the antidote in his hands, only to find her weeping in another person's arms.

That wasn't her.

If it had been her, she would have furrowed her brows, spat out a mouthful of poisoned blood, and sneered, "You're really one lucky bastard. The poison didn't even kill your mother."

Bai Zhi was gone for ten years. From then on, the world was dark for ten years.

Theme: If you lose all five senses, then let your heart be your eyes.