That day, Senior Brother returned alive from the deadly place.
But he had brought back a female cultivator!
Xiyu Jun was naturally cold and aloof, a heaven-blessed talent. As the sect’s senior disciple and the number one cultivator in the immortal sects, he was considered the one most likely to ascend. Yet now, for the first time, he had brought a demon cultivator with him.
Her origins were unknown, all her cultivation had vanished, and her foundation was ruined. Still, he protected her in every way. No matter how others insulted and bullied her, he ignored them, focused only on repaying her “life-saving kindness.”
When Song Heng left, he defected from the sect, and the world was in an uproar.
Only then did he understand that he had been nothing more than the sharpest sword in her hand.
From beginning to end, he alone had fallen into the web of affection she had spun,
his soul shattered and bones broken, yet he had been glad to endure it.
Song Heng was bent on revenge. She stopped at nothing, all to turn the tables when she was cornered.
Kind and generous in public, ruthless in private. She had precious little sincerity to give.
Later, the immortal sects were shaken, and rivers of blood flowed.
She stroked that person’s jade-like face, her voice seductive:
“But I was a demon cultivator to begin with.”
From the very start, she had harbored ulterior motives.
Core message: Follow your heart
"He" gave the author a big worm~ her