The Sword Spirit Spends Her Days Spouting Nonsense to the Immortals

Luo Ling transmigrated into a sword and slept for a hundred years in a secluded spring in the Sword Mound before someone came to lift her seal.

It turned out to be Mu Chenshu, the peerless sword immortal of the Moonsea.

The sword immortal, rumored to be cold and heartless, was actually a strikingly handsome young man, as refreshing as the moonlight and a gentle breeze.

Even more surprising, he was the hapless supporting male character in a xianxia novel she'd once read.

His fiancée, the female lead, ran off with the male lead, her one true love. His sect falsely accused him of being the source of demonic energy, leaving him betrayed and abandoned by everyone. Then, for the sake of the leads' happily-ever-after, he died at the hands of the Demon Lord.

She'd seen people have it bad before, but never this bad.

Luo Ling sighed for him, just as the transmigration System assigned her a mission: make the Moonsea Sword Immortal fall into demonic cultivation.

She accepted without hesitation. If he didn't turn evil, the heavens themselves would be unjust!

But no matter how much she fanned the flames and spread outrageous lies, the upright and righteous sword immortal refused to let even a trace of worldly malice taint him.

She was at a loss, until one day she disappeared without a trace. When she returned, the entire Sufeng Sect lay silent.

"Why is there no one in the sect?"

The young man stood before the hall with a bloodied sword and pulled her into his arms. His voice was hoarse. "Because I don't need anyone else. Little Ling'er, I only need you."

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A rookie sword spirit x a pure-hearted sword immortal. ORZ, she'll do anything to make the hapless supporting male character turn evil, even sacrifice herself?

Theme: It's never too early to mend your ways