The Spring Breeze Cannot Cross

[Also known as: Senior Brother Says Nothing, Just Keeps Stopping Me from Faking My Death; the heroine says nothing, just keeps trying to fake her death and failing.]

[My take on cultivation, hopeless romantic x mischievous little troublemaker.]

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Sui Yang died at the gates of the Qingfeng Sect, perishing alongside a demon beast that had appeared for no apparent reason. She died three days after her eighteenth birthday, just as she was beginning to make a name for herself. Half a month earlier, the divine sword Xihe, which had once belonged to Immortal Hengze and awakened a sword spirit, had chosen Sui Yang as its new master.

She should have become famous, but her sudden death caught everyone off guard.

She had always been stubborn and disliked by others. But her hurried death brought those who had once bullied her or looked on coldly to their senses. Everyone came to love her, and in their grief and regret, they followed the eldest senior brother in building the Qingfeng Sect, which Sui Yang had protected until her death, into the greatest sect under heaven.

That was the script Sui Yang had written.

Even as she wrote it, the prophet beside her, transformed into a black crow, said coldly, "Sui Yang, your spoiled, arrogant nature comes from Jiang Peiyan indulging you. No one has ever bullied you!"

Sui Yang only glanced at the prophet and waved a hand. "What do you know? It's called the whole cast going through a redemption arc, while I'm their unattainable white moonlight. This way, my exit will be spectacular!"

Whether her exit would truly be spectacular, Sui Yang was destined never to know. She died, but not completely.

According to the prophet, her very purpose was to die a heroic death, spurring the exceptionally gifted Jiang Peiyan to break through his bottleneck and lead the Qingfeng Sect to the top of the sects.

But can someone explain why her... corpse doesn't look much like a corpse? She looks more like she's asleep.

Sui Yang is alarmed, and her alarm reaches its peak when she discovers that the gentlest of her senior brothers acts as if nothing is wrong, wiping her body down every day and even kissing her between the brows afterward.

Help! The person in front of her can't possibly be her otherworldly, refined, gentle-as-jade senior brother. Who changed the script and turned him into a brooding demon lord?

What Sui Yang doesn't know is that, just before she died, Jiang Peiyan, who had been in seclusion, seemed to sense something. He forcibly broke through his seal and rushed out of the valley, but he was still too late.

Holding Sui Yang's corpse, Jiang Peiyan grew white hair at his temples overnight.

A sudden downpour swept in, and spiritual energy spread.

The people of the Qingfeng Sect, who had left the mountain gates two days earlier, hurried back. Only then did they discover that Jiang Peiyan was Immortal Hengze, who had vanished a century ago and was said to have sacrificed himself in the Demon Abyss.

But this figure who should have been like a white crane among the clouds now seemed to show signs of falling to demonic cultivation.

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