Master, Can Senior Sister Still Be Saved?

An anonymous plea for help appeared on the Tianrong Academy's spiritual-network forum.

[Help! How do you deal with being born with the worst luck imaginable?]

[The kind where your engagement gets called off, you put a love curse on the wrong person, and even planting a simple spirit tree gets you struck by lightning!]

Suona Expert Baby: Hire me for your engagement banquet, and I'll play you a tune for a happy marriage!

Hehuan Sect Isn't a Brothel: A love curse? Whoosh! You really know how to have fun, sis! Just remember to check it first. Lots of people have been selling fakes lately!

I'm the Best at Ghostly Night Walks: Fellow cultivator, do you ever run into ghosts on night walks? It's been ages since we got a new ghost. I can't even finish my homework for my master!

A month later, the unlucky poster happily updated the thread.

[I read all your replies! Thanks for caring! I'm cured now!]

Suona Expert Baby: Toot toot toot toot!

Hehuan Sect Isn't a Brothel: Congrats, sis! How'd you get cured?

[I picked up a sword cultivator bodyguard. He's got a sharper tongue than his sword, but my bad luck hasn't struck again!]

Hehuan Sect Isn't a Brothel: A sword cultivator? Is he hot? Can I borrow him for two days?

I'm the Best at Ghostly Night Walks: Is that the new guy? That walking calamity showed up and scared all my ghosts away!

Fortune-Telling Sage: Excuse me, senior sister, but you should stay away from your sword cultivator bodyguard. The guy's birth chart is even more outrageous than yours!

Half a day later, the unlucky poster updated again.

[Help... The person I accidentally put the love curse on is a loner cursed by fate... Is there still hope...?]

The Complete Guide to Herbs: ...Bury him.

Hehuan Sect Isn't a Brothel: Uh, I have a friend... The grass on their grave is already two yards tall.

While everyone debated what kind of wood would make the best coffin, a poster with a golden username, marking an extremely high spiritual power level, appeared.

My Swordsmanship Is Number One Under Heaven: ?

Later, Lu Zhong stood in the courtyard, hacking away at sugarcane with his sword.

Ji Xu chewed and complained as she went.

"The Situ family, the ones I was supposed to get engaged to first, got wiped out before we even formally discussed the match!"

Lu Zhong handed her a peeled stalk of sugarcane, thinking:

The enemy family he had personally wiped out years ago was named Situ, too.

"Then the Zhu family, the ones I was supposed to get engaged to second, had a young master who turned out to like men!"

Lu Zhong chopped off another piece, thoughtful.

There was a womanizer surnamed Zhu who'd pestered him relentlessly when they were young.

"The third one... Forget it!"

Lu Zhong reached out and brushed the crumbs from her cheek.

Yes, that was because of him.

"And the love curse I spent my entire fortune on back then turned out to be a half-finished product!"

Lu Zhong stared at her lips as they moved, his gaze darkening.

Is that so?

He'd always thought that love curse was pretty potent.

[A beautiful senior sister who says one thing but does another] x [straightforward, sharp-tongued loner cursed by fate]

1. Happy ending, 1v1, healing-style talisman cultivator x high-attack genius sword cultivator

2. Ensemble cast, healing tone

The following is a coming-soon story~

Xiaokui was an orphan from a fishing village. She wasn't very bright, but she could do just about anything, from chopping wood in the mountains to fishing in the sea.

The villagers all bullied her for being slow, and only her neighbor, Big Brother Muto, treated her kindly.

To pray for favorable weather and a good harvest the next year, Xiaokui was chosen as a sacrifice to the sea god.

By accident, she wandered into an underwater palace. The first thing she saw was a face so beautiful it seemed to glow.

Xiaokui asked, "Lord Sea God, are you going to eat me?"

The beautiful sea god's voice was sweeter than the tide.

"Who told you I was the sea god?"

Xiaokui was sent back to the fishing village.

The next day, the beautiful sea god's old ailment flared up. His snow-white serpent tail twisted in agony.

Before he curled up on the icy ground, he looked up and saw those innocent eyes.

Xiaokui: "Lord Sea God, the villagers sent me back to take care of you."

The beautiful sea god's eyes darkened. Before he lost consciousness, he snapped,

"Get out."

The ground is so cold. How can Lord Sea God sleep on it?

Thinking this, Xiaokui easily hoisted his solid body onto her shoulder.

Before she had taken two steps, she looked down in surprise.

At some point, his cold serpent tail had silently curled around her waist.

Xue Zhe woke without pain for the first time.

A small, motionless figure was trapped in the loops of his pure-white serpent body.

A foolish mortal, walking straight to her death.

Xue Zhe lowered his long lashes. His tail began to loosen, then suddenly stopped.

A warm cheek pressed against his cold scales, and a pair of soft hands unconsciously clasped his thick, long tail.

She's still alive.

Xue Zhe's icy gaze swept over her face. He was about to fling away the presumptuous little thing when his serpent pupils abruptly widened.

"Lord Sea God..."

The girl smacked her lips, a sweet smile spreading across her innocent face.

"You look so pretty when you cry."

Later, Xue Zhe kept the naive, innocent little sacrifice by his side.

Until a cultivator appeared, looking exactly like the War God Gen Lin, the one who had sealed him away.

Xue Zhe confronted him coldly, but the cultivator merely beckoned with an air of nonchalance.

This time, the ever-loyal little sacrifice ran toward the cultivator without looking back.

"Big Brother Muto! You came to get me!"

*Happy ending, a little cruel to the male lead, battle-scarred, beautiful and tragic, love and hate intertwined

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