The Succubus Practices the Ruthless Path

I am a succubus. I am born to feed on love and trample on the true heart. But I cultivated the path of ruthlessness. I especially love to appreciate tragedies in storybooks. Fortunately, there are so many tragic separations and separations in this mortal world that I can't finish. World One: The son of an aristocratic family plays in the world of mortals and uses his looks to steal the heart of a young girl but then throws it away. I went to see the girl and her reputation was ruined and she threw herself into a river, but the son of an aristocratic family is still wandering around the world. I don't like this ending. How can one be enchanted when one is sad, so I attached myself to the girl's body, crawled ashore from the river, and became a confidant of the noble family. I made him fall head over heels for me, but then he turned around and married someone else. He came to steal the marriage, and took me away to the bank where the girl threw herself into the river. I was shot dead by the pursuers. He used his body to block the rain of arrows from the sky, but I pushed him into the river. I am a cultivator of the ruthless path, and I just want him to accompany the girl in the river. World 2: The prince who was unsmiling and full of courtesy, justice and shame was a good prince in the eyes of the emperor and ministers, but I could see clearly that he disliked the new sister brought in by his father. Because that was not his sister, that was the bastard born of a lowly prostitute. In order to please the little prostitute, his father actually allowed her daughter to confuse the royal bloodline. I am that sister. I am attached to a corpse. I just want to come into the palace and have a bite of peach blossom cake, but the prince does not allow it. I called him Prince Brother, but he said I didn't deserve it. I was playing with a little eunuch who made delicious peach blossom cakes, and he said that I was indeed lowly. I fell in love with him. He thought he was noble, so I turned him into a slut. Later, he begged me repeatedly and promised to give me everything, but I am a cultivator of ruthlessness, so I couldn't do what he wanted. World Three: The otherworldly immortals sympathize with all living beings and pity flowers and plants. They shed tears when they see things dying. They sing Sanskrit music after killing evil demons just for salvation. I've seen him shed tears, and it fascinates me. So I crushed a lot of sincerity and was sent to him as evidence of guilt. He asked me to chant sutras and practice hard, cultivate my character, and pray for the end of the world. When the end came, he cried only for me. World four: I heard that there was a demon who was more deviant than me, so I went to see him. When he saw me, he raised his butcher knife and said, "Nothing to do today, let's kill a succubus for fun." I had a fight with him and it was a draw. Later, he was besieged by the Immortal Sect and was about to die. I went to fish him out, and he said: Give you a demon king to play with. I don't want it, I cultivate the ruthless path. Purpose: I tell them love is important