After Falling to the Dark Side, I Crossed the Line with My Shizun

Song Qixiang's master, Bai Qingshi, was the person who treated her best in the world. The aloof, otherworldly beauty would take her by the hand and bring her back to the sect, guide her onto the path of cultivation, protect and cherish her in front of everyone, and give her the affection she'd never dared to hope for. But in the end, Song Qixiang died at her hands, an arrow through the heart, without the slightest mercy. As she lay dying, her ever-frail senior sister drew the sword her master had bestowed on her. Her face as lovely as a peach blossom, she smiled brightly and said, “Xiao Qi, thank you for helping me nourish my sword and recover my cultivation all these years. You've been my substitute for so long. How pitiful.” Not far away, the master she had longed for was already riding the wind away, not even looking back once. Song Qixiang's heart turned to ashes. She died in disappointment and despair. When she woke again in a small fishing village, a hundred years had passed. Bai Qingshi had become the leader of the righteous path, with the senior sister constantly at her side and a status above all others. This time, Song Qixiang didn't hesitate. She turned to the demonic path, fought her way into the Demon Palace, and became its cold and ruthless Left Protector. The once-naive and innocent junior sister of Danchao Palace was no more. She wouldn't let those two have their way. She would capture Bai Qingshi and demand to know who the real substitute was. Bai Qingshi's most beloved disciple had died a hundred years ago. When she heard the news, she spat up blood and sat stunned for half a day before she could be roused from her daze. A hundred years later, the Demon Palace ran rampant. When Bai Qingshi saw Song Qixiang again, she had joined the demonic path and become ruthless and cruel. Bai Qingshi was shaken. During their fight, she accidentally fell into one of Song Qixiang's illusions. From then on, her dreams were filled with strange and wondrous illusions, and only Song Qixiang was clear. So Bai Qingshi saw her disciple enter her dreams every night, grip her wrist tightly, and cling to her in an intimate, insolent embrace, accompanied by one hoarse, aggrieved accusation after another: “Master, why did you lie to me?” *Aloof, otherworldly, ethereal older top x coldhearted, ruthless younger puppy bottom *The top raised the bottom herself. *The top was killed due to a misunderstanding. Extremely melodramatic, with forced love, but not angsty. *The senior sister has no heart, only ambition. Theme: Unity and friendship