The Sword Spirit Stops the Second Male Lead from Turning Evil Every Day

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My next novel will be "After the Broken Engagement, My Obsessive Childhood Friend Goes Mad." The blurb is at the very end. If you're interested, please add it to your favorites!

★ Blurb for this novel:

[Smiling half-demon x lively little sword spirit]

When Yu Hehua woke up, she discovered that she had transmigrated into the popular male power fantasy she'd been reading, titled "Record of a God Ascending to Immortality."

Most people who transmigrated into books became a supporting female character, the second female lead, or even the heroine. But she got the worst of it: she became the male lead's sword, which shared her name, and turned into a sword spirit with no physical body!

Hehua: "I get it! You want me to win over the male lead, so you want me to get a head start, right?"

The cold, mechanical voice made it clear, word by word, just how ridiculous she sounded:

[Host, you're overthinking it. Your mission is to guide the second male lead, Wen Ruyu, onto the right path and lower his danger level, without disrupting the plot.]

[Wen Ruyu's danger level is too high. If it gets any higher, this world will collapse, and you'll die too, Host~]

Hehua: ...

Wen Ruyu, the chief disciple of Tianqing Palace, was every bit as his name suggested: a modest gentleman, as warm and polished as jade.

On the surface, he was a refined senior disciple, as serene as a clear sky and bright moon. Behind closed doors, he was half-demon.

He concealed his demonic aura only so he could seek revenge.

Born with spiritual eyes, he could see the spiritual essence of all things. Anything invisible to others showed its true form to him.

So when Hehua, the spirit of the divine sword that had existed since the beginning of heaven and earth, appeared before him, he barely reacted.

Day after day, meal after meal, Hehua stayed by Wen Ruyu's side.

At last, on a dark and windy night, Wen Ruyu could stand it no longer. A vein throbbed at his temple.

"Do you have to watch me bathe, too?"

Hehua: "???? You can see me?!"

Wen Ruyu: "I've seen you for ages, you little peeping tom."

Once discovered, Hehua decided she might as well go all in and openly keep watch on the senior disciple of Tianqing Palace.

Later, Wen Ruyu watched Hehua, whom he had nourished with his spiritual blood, standing beside the male lead. His danger level began to climb.

[Emergency alert!!!

The second male lead's danger level is rising rapidly: 1! 99!]

Hehua: ???

With every step Wen Ruyu took forward, his danger level doubled.

The male lead, completely oblivious, even pulled Hehua behind him.

"What are you trying to do to my sword spirit?!"

"Your sword spirit?"

"Hah."

Hehua heard Wen Ruyu give a quiet laugh. For some reason, a sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

Sure enough, the next second he said something outrageous:

"She's belonged to me for a long time, body and soul."

Hehua: ...

There was no need to spell it out quite that clearly.

Blurb written on 2022.11.28

Note:

1. The male lead is a deranged pervert. If that's not your thing, don't click!

2. The male lead is extremely, extremely lovesick.

3. The male and female leads are devoted to each other and have no other partners. Read with confidence.

My next novel will be "After the Broken Engagement, My Obsessive Childhood Friend Goes Mad."

Blurb:

Possessive love | Winning her back | The male lead coldly washes her underwear

Delicate, clueless beauty x obsessive, deranged general

Everyone in the capital knew that Xuan Wujiao, the young master of the Duke of Zhenguo's household, was in love with Yang Shangshu's illegitimate daughter. He stuck close to her nearly every day.

If she wanted the stars in the sky, he'd want nothing more than to pluck the moon down along with them. Spending a fortune just to make her smile had become routine.

After that, he pampered her day in and day out, and wouldn't let anyone say a bad word about her.

Yet the girl repeatedly rejected his feelings. When the Duke of Zhenguo's household fell into ruin, she even tore up their marriage contract herself and abandoned him.

After that, the young master, once the envy of everyone as he rode through Chang'an, suddenly became moody and unpredictable. He went to the battlefield alone with a single blade and fought his way to victory.

Years later, Xuan Wujiao returned to the capital with glorious military achievements, only to find that Yang Shangshu had been thrown into prison.

The girl he'd once treasured above all else now knelt at his feet, weeping like a rain-soaked pear blossom and begging him to protect her mother and younger brother.

Xuan Wujiao suddenly smiled. He pinched her chin and gently brushed his thumb over her cherry-red lips.

"That's not how you beg someone for help."

Yang Shuyun was the least remarkable of the Yang family's illegitimate daughters. She had no wish in life beyond living in peace.

But that peace was shattered after she met Xuan Wujiao. The young master's attention brought plenty of trouble, but his passionate affection gradually melted her heart.

Just as Yang Shuyun was about to accept him, her father forced her to break off the engagement.

She often dreamed of the look the young man had given her at their last meeting.

Like a giant python, he wanted nothing more than to bind her tightly to his side, leaving her unable to breathe.

Her guilt and fear grew day by day. She prayed that he would be safe on the battlefield, while hoping she would never have to see Xuan Wujiao again.

Who could have guessed fate would play such a cruel trick? When her father was imprisoned, she had no choice but to go to him, and ended up tangled with him night after night.

His every move, every word, even the undisguised gaze that lingered on her constantly... All of it became Yang Shuyun's nightly nightmare.

After her father was released, she ran away, but was caught halfway there and dragged back.

Yang Shuyun waited in trembling fear for him to punish her. But instead, the man embraced her as if he had found something he thought was lost forever, then whispered into her ear, his voice shaking:

"Are you going to leave me a second time?"

[A dashing young man on horseback turns into an obsessive puppy, begging his wife for mercy]

Here's another fantasy novel on my upcoming list: "The Harem Novel's Male Side Character Wants to Be with Me Exclusively."

Blurb:

Chu Lianzhu transmigrated into the heroine of a harem novel.

In the book, the male lead, Zhai He, was broad-chested, long-legged, valiant, and incredibly devoted. He even let the heroine keep other lovers on the side.

Lianzhu was delighted. "What? That's actually a thing?"

System: "Don't get excited, Host. This is a many-to-one harem novel. If you want to go home, you have to win over the male lead. But to meet him, you first need to win over the male side characters and rack up points of pleasure."

Lianzhu was even happier. "Isn't that even better?"

System: ...

I've got a Host with a very specific kink.

*

One of the male side characters Lianzhu had to win over was Jun Youxian, an unremarkable young cultivator with a cool, otherworldly beauty and regular, handsome features. He looked every bit like an immortal descended from the heavens.

Easy pickings, right?

Lianzhu immediately launched a heartfelt offensive. When Youxian got sick, she brought him medicine. When he was bullied, she stood up for him. When he tried to run, she chased him. Youxian had nowhere to escape.

Before long, Jun Youxian had fallen for her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

But Lianzhu, full of excitement, dusted herself off and left.

She was off to find the male lead and get the plot moving, and soon forgot all about the poor male side character.

*

After saving the male lead, Lianzhu was naturally brought into the immortal sect.

But she began to sense that something was wrong.

Wait a minute.

Why does the male lead's master look so much like Jun Youxian, whom she had seduced and abandoned?!

Her master gazed down at her from on high, the corners of his eyes red with anger.

That night.

The cool, immortal-like man pinned her to the bed. His clothes were disheveled, and all traces of his usual purity were gone.

He leaned close to her ear, his voice icy to the bone.

"What, had your fun and now you want to run?"

Lianzhu: ...

Oh no. She'd let those side affairs go too far.

Message: My fate is mine to command, not heaven's.