[Rebellious, deadly little junior sister × Gravity-wielding, nurturing Sword Sovereign]
After ascending to immortality, Sang Yue pacified the Netherworld in just a hundred years, becoming a female killing god whose name struck terror into all who heard it.
One day, while drinking with an immortal friend, she was told with absolute certainty that she couldn't beat some insignificant cultivator. Her friend even put up the Kunlun Mirror as a wager.
Sang Yue refused to believe it and jumped straight into the illusion without a second thought.
But when she opened her eyes again, she was completely stunned.
Her opponent was an old blind man who cultivated the Way of Ruthlessness. His cultivation was only at the Golden Core stage, and she could knock him flat with a single move.
But the illusion had stripped her of her cultivation too, leaving her the least talented junior sister in the sect.
Sang Yue decided to treat it all as a farce. Once the illusion reached its end, everything would disappear without a trace.
Until one day, she suddenly discovered that the sword cultivator had hidden away all kinds of things that belonged to her: a spirit beast carrying her scent, portraits covering the walls, clothes tailored perfectly to her figure...
And a pair of eyes that watched her every moment.
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Pei Zheng had never imagined it
His adorable wife, who had pursued the Way through killing, had returned after vanishing for a hundred years.
At first, he thought it was a hallucination. He had believed her dead. After all, after all these years, why had she never appeared in his dreams? Not even as a blurry shadow.
For a hundred years, all he could do was endure the agony of being flayed and having his heart carved out while fully conscious, guarding the past and everything that had to do with her.
When that vivid, long-yearned-for face appeared before his eyes once more, he could no longer stop himself from secretly brushing against his wife and calling to her in an almost inaudible whisper.
“...A Yue.”
He didn't dare get too close, afraid of scaring her away.
But she had forgotten him and had even... brought back a young, handsome fiancé.
Pei Zheng felt as if he had fallen into hell.
Those obsessions, dark as a quagmire, gave rise to a heart demon and turned him bitter and deranged.
He knew he had been born to belong to A Yue.
A Yue was his wife.
She had been a hundred years ago, and she still was now.
He couldn't forget her, couldn't let her go, and couldn't sever their bond.
1. One-on-one romance, both leads' first relationship
2. Cover image captured on 2026.10.1; to be updated
Cover authorized by: K
Premise: Never forget your original aspirations
