The Saint Is Unmoved

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Good news: Jiang Danyue is the lost saintess of the Hehuan Palace. She was born with a bewitching constitution, and a great inheritance awaits her.

Bad news: She was raised by an emotionless master who follows the Heartless Dao. Her cultivation method runs counter to the palace's, and the Hehuan Palace won't acknowledge her.

Good news: Jiang Danyue has extraordinary talent. Just breathing can increase her cultivation.

Bad news: She's plagued by illness. A couple of steps make her cough up blood, and one fight can cost her half her life.

Jiang Danyue: I've maxed out all my debuffs, haven't I! (coughs blood)

It was the 150th year since Jiang Danyue transmigrated. Her master, a Heartless Dao cultivator who had failed to find someone to prove the Dao with and spent half a lifetime alone, was finally ready to let go of life.

Before dying, her master told Jiang Danyue that she must hold fast to the Heartless Dao and live well.

After all, someone as unlucky as her was rarer than a fool willing to fall in love with someone who follows the Heartless Dao.

Jiang Danyue: ...Thanks for the compliment. (smiles) (coughs blood)

Jiang Danyue first met Ren Fengyue at her friend's disreputable establishment, the Hundred Fragrances House.

He wore barely any clothes and knelt on a bed, covered in blood. An ambiguous, intoxicating fragrance hung in the room.

The corpses of his enemies lay scattered across the floor. Ren Fengyue's eyes were hazy as he gritted out a warning. "Are you here to humiliate me too?"

Jiang Danyue ruthlessly pulled off the bedsheet. "I'm taking the room. Lift your legs."

Ren Fengyue: "?"

Three days later, Jiang Danyue straightened her collar and walked out of the room, radiant.

Her friend hurried over with the follow-up service, eager to hear how it had gone.

Jiang Danyue opened her storage bag, revealing over thirty vials of blood. "I made a killing!"

Friend: ?!

Did you butcher the Crown Prince?

Ren Fengyue, the Crown Prince of the Devil Palace, was perverse by nature and ran rampant through the Ghost Realm. He hated it most when people talked about his half-demon identity.

One day, a well-meaning devil cultivator saw Ren Fengyue personally lead a group to surround the Hundred Fragrances House. A dense crowd of Devil Palace guards completely blocked the road.

The curious devil cultivator: Someone's in trouble.

But the normally arrogant and overbearing Crown Prince was sitting obediently on a little chair outside, applying essential oil to his tail hair, one strand at a time. A recording stone by his feet played around the clock: "Huge sale! Pure-blooded half-demon blood, cheap! Brimming with power, satisfaction guaranteed..."

The curious devil cultivator: ?!!!

Upstairs in the Hundred Fragrances House, her friend cursed angrily. "You're so noble, so amazing, using my establishment to destroy your romance."

Jiang Danyue looked thoughtful as she held a bag of spirit stones. "Tell me, if I go down and stab him now, how many vials of blood could I get?"

Friend: "…?"

A frail but incredibly powerful Heartless Saintess x a sunny, cheerful, furry Crown Prince who's head over heels in love

*BG, 1v1, both are chaste, happy ending. The female lead is a powerhouse, and the story follows her journey to find herself.

*The worldbuilding is largely made up, and this author is still a long way from becoming a good writer, so please bear with it for now. There are countless great stories on Jinjiang. If this one isn't to your taste, feel free to move on.

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Theme: Move steadily toward your goals.