This Time, I Cultivate the Heartless Way

Tianshu was the most outstanding young genius in the Fusheng Sect. She formed her golden core at seven, broke through the Mahayana stage at seventeen, and became the envy of all as the sect's next young master.

Then, in a single day, her face was ruined, her cultivation lost, and her power stripped away.

At her most desperate, Tianshu met that man.

He was a man of few words, but he did everything he could to help her recover her cultivation, even going so far as to cut out his own core and give it to her, pulling her out of the mire.

She thought she had finally met someone who truly cared for her, someone worthy of her love.

When the phoenix flowers bloomed by the gate, she would marry him.

Until, on the eve of their wedding, she heard him talking with her younger sister, who had inherited her power.

Tianyu: "Are you really going to marry that ugly woman?"

He: "I owe her. I'll spend the rest of my life repaying her."

Tianyu: "Do you feel guilty toward her, or... are you trying to get back at me?"

So it had all been a lie from the very beginning.

They had tricked her into burning her inner core to withstand the Glazed Heavenly Calamity, reducing her from the young master of an immortal sect to a cripple. And even that wasn't enough. They had to deceive her into falling in love, turning her into a pawn in their vendetta of love and hate.

On the wedding day, birds took flight beneath a sky blazing red.

In front of the gathered immortal sects, Tianshu cut open her abdomen and reclaimed her core.

Life in this world was but a dream. She would rather shatter than bend.

"I don't need your pity. I, Tianshu, never regret what I do."

"Yanxi, from this day forward, we have nothing to do with each other."

With a light wave of her hand, Tianshu fell from Mount Wanqiu.

Without her core, her magic gone, she was sure to die.

The last thing she saw before dying was him throwing himself toward her with all his strength.

"No, no!"

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The fallen immortal Yanxi spent seventy years searching for his dead fiancée. He crossed the Demon Realm, braved the Heavenly Chasm, and endured the agony of shattered bones and torn souls, yet found not the slightest trace of her.

Until, at the next Immortal Sect Tournament, he saw her.

"Tianshu!" He lost all composure and rushed toward her.

But she acted as though she hadn't heard a thing and walked onto the stage with her sword on her back.

"Canglan Mountain, cultivator of the Ruthless Dao, Tianshu."

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