The Heartless Sword Venerable Heard I Rebuilt My Dao for Him

Blurb:

Xie Tinglan, Sword Lord Zhaoxu, was a once-in-a-century genius of the immortal sects and the youngest cultivator ever to reach the Deity Transformation stage. He vanished without a trace while away on a mission to eliminate evil.

Not long afterward, rumors of unknown origin spread like wildfire through the immortal sects: Sword Lord Zhaoxu had strayed into the demon realm, where the Demon Princess Ninth had forced him into becoming her bed slave.

The immortal sects were stunned.

Sword Lord Zhaoxu made his name at a young age. After enduring many hardships, he joined Lingjue Peak of the Myriad Blades Sword Sect and regained his brilliance. In less than forty years, he reached the Deity Transformation stage again, becoming the youngest Sword Lord of the age.

But everyone knew that the sword cultivators of Lingjue Peak had always practiced the ruthless path!

As for Sword Lord Zhaoxu, he possessed a beauty the likes of which the world had rarely seen, cool as frost and snow, too distant to approach. He was the dream lover of countless female cultivators.

Yet the moon hung high in the sky, and the sword cultivators of the ruthless path were all cold-blooded and heartless. Even the wanton women of the Joyful Union Sect kept their distance, afraid of annoying them and getting cut in two.

Now he had been forced into becoming a bed slave by some princess no one had ever heard of. It was an utter humiliation for the immortal sects!

Long Xi, the Demon Clan's Ninth Princess, was born with an ancestral bloodline. Before she was a hundred, she had already displayed the dragon clan's extraordinary gift for foreseeing danger and fortune. She avoided catastrophe time and again, saving countless members of the demon clan from disaster, and was revered as a deity in the demon realm.

Some even said she had foreseen the evil clan's schemes and lured them into a trap ahead of time, saving the world from collapse.

But only Long Xi knew that it wasn't foresight. In her previous life, she had had her bones stripped and tendons torn out, sacrificed herself and her soul, and burned away everything she had to force the Heavenly Dao to start over.

She had always been the one consumed by hatred and obsession. So, after scheming for a long time, she claimed the immortal-like man, as cold as moonlight and frost, as her own. She spread the rumors before the person behind the scenes could, making sure everyone knew, all so she could keep him by her side.

She appeared spoiled, radiant, and naive, but secretly stirred up trouble and turned the world upside down, making a point of being two-faced and plotting every move.

But the demon clan knew nothing of the truth. All they knew was that their Ninth Princess had gone missing after a great battle with Xie Tinglan. Furious, they stormed the immortal sects to demand an explanation.

Long Xi sat in Xie Tinglan's arms and watched them overlook her completely. As they tearfully accused him, they laid bare all her secrets...

The usually cool and otherworldly Sword Lord Zhaoxu lowered his eyes meaningfully and asked with a smile, "Something went wrong? Hmm?"

Long Xi couldn't help laughing. How many accidents could there be? It was simply the fate written for them across two lives, and a little trick for ensnaring the Sword Lord.

The world was on the verge of collapse. The abyssal rift expanded without end, threatening to swallow the Azure Sea Realm.

A gigantic silver dragon soared through the sky, pulling out its own bones to mend the rift. The darkened sky gradually returned to its original color, but the dragon's blood pouring down like a torrential rain and its scales drifting across the heavens stung people's eyes with pain.

The usually calm and self-possessed Sword Lord Zhaoxu trembled all over. His eyes bloodshot, he rushed to meet the giant dragon falling from the sky, handling it gently and carefully, treasuring it as if it were a piece of fragile porcelain. His hot tears fell one after another, each drop an expression of helpless grief that could nearly kill him.

Only then did everyone realize the rumors were true. His ruthless path had been shattered long ago.

You are the blazing sun in my eyes and the bright moon in my heart. Even if my path is shattered and I must cultivate anew, my heart will never change.

A cunning Demon Princess is reborn and uses every means to ensnare the Sword Lord. A cool beauty of a sword cultivator falls willingly, fully aware, and bows in submission.

My body surrendered to you before my heart did. My Dao heart admitted I loved you before my lips did. It was the sun that day that lied.

A two-faced, scheming Demon Princess × a beautiful, tragic, lovesick sword cultivator of the ruthless path

※ Content warnings:

1. A little forced possession and a love-after-sex story. If the melon is forcibly twisted from the vine, it'll have to be sweet even if it isn't.

2. I wrote this fluffy sweet story for myself. Read it if you like, leave if you don't, and don't come telling me how to write.

3. The male lead is not a ruthless-path sword cultivator in the traditional sense. He doesn't have an unbending code of conduct. The relevant background will be revealed later, so no spoilers.

4. Mountains of personal settings and imperfect characters. Please steer clear if anything bothers you.

Theme: If this path is blocked, take a detour.