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Gentle, alluring white moonlight × gloomy, ruthless Sword Venerable who cultivates the Heartless Way
Xiao Yueying, a first-year psychology student, transmigrated as an orphan of the Joyous Union Sect. Her master cultivated the Heartless Way, but the System told her to cultivate the "Way of Love" and teach others what love was.
There were four targets. If she could teach even one of them, she could go home. But she failed with all of them.
The System gave her one last chance: make a sword cultivator of the Heartless Way understand love.
This time, she succeeded. The sword cultivator gave her a healthy, mature love, and the System approved.
All she had to do was hold a ceremony to become Dao Companions, and she could go home.
But the several targets whose conquest had failed suddenly showed up to sabotage her relationship with the sword cultivator.
The lonely, cold Human Emperor watched her and her Dao Companion holding hands with the gloomy gaze of the clear golden eyes she'd found for him. Without a word, he inserted a hand, cold as ice and ghostly as a specter, between them. "Carry on."
The insecure, sensitive demon dragon was overcome by his mating season. The heart she had installed in him itched unbearably, and he crawled up against her leg. Ignoring her as she kissed her Dao Companion, he pleaded, his thin red cheeks damp with sweat. "Master, touch my heart~"
The gentle, ascetic fallen god coldly watched his own saintly bones and skull. Right in front of her Dao Companion, he brazenly pulled her into a possessive embrace. "Sorry, my bones don't always obey me."
The proud, ruthless Heavenly Demon violently smashed the love-lock she'd hung with her Dao Companion, snatched the wine from her companion's hand, pinched her cheek, and forced a mouthful of wine into her mouth. Then he demanded, "Who feeds you better?"
The sword cultivator of the Heartless Way: "Heh. She's my wife!"
At last, after escaping them all, she took the sword cultivator to meet her master. With a smile, her master took the sword cultivator to the back mountain on the pretext of testing his skills.
The next day, Xiao Yueying woke up in a secret chamber.
Her master's long fingers hooked a strand of hair from her cheek. His voice was tender and mysterious. "Good girl, Aying. He is me, and I am him. You belong to me, and I belong to you."
2024.10.20
Revised 2026.10.12
Theme: The ability to love isn't something we're born with. It's something we develop and cultivate.
