Demon Prisoner

Le Yuqing fell in love with her master.

Her master was noble and aloof, admired by all, as unattainable as the moon in the sky.

At the apprenticeship ceremony, the woman had cool, delicate features and the bearing of an immortal. Looking up at her, Le Yuqing regarded her as a goddess in her heart, daring not to profane her.

But her master wasn't as cold as the outside world claimed. Shen Litan taught her swordsmanship hand over hand, stood up for her in front of everyone, and gave her a tenderness and favoritism she'd never known before.

Bound by the rules between master and disciple, Le Yuqing buried deep in her heart the feelings that had quietly grown beyond what was proper, afraid to reveal them.

She never expected that one uncontrolled kiss on a rainy night would destroy everything.

Once they were both clearheaded again, her master said coolly, "We are master and disciple, nothing more. Just pretend the rest never happened."

Le Yuqing accepted this bitterly. She knew Shen Litan's cultivation path left no room for feelings for anyone, so there was no chance she could return Le Yuqing's love.

Unexpectedly, someone framed her in a secret realm, exposing her identity. The fellow disciples who had once been close to her treated her with cold disdain, while the master she trusted with all her heart stood with sword in hand, its tip aimed without hesitation at Le Yuqing's chest.

Her master's face held none of its former warmth, only hatred for the fiend before her.

Only then did Le Yuqing realize that all the tenderness she'd once received had been a lie.

Brokenhearted, she destroyed her own dantian, and from then on, there was no affection left between master and disciple.

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Rumor had it that the beloved disciple of Immortal Venerable Litan had abandoned the righteous path, fallen to demonic ways, and become the new Demon Lord.

On the day of the Demon Lord's wedding, the whole clan celebrated, and red silk stretched for miles across the demon realm. Yet one person came with a sword in hand.

Le Yuqing's gaze was indifferent, but the once-noble woman stood before her with reddened eyes, gripping her wrist tightly. "I won't let you marry anyone else."

They say the two fought a fierce battle that day, then vanished together by the Netherworld River. No one knows that in a cold, damp underground chamber, chains clinked softly as two figures clung to each other on the bed.

Le Yuqing never expected the person who had once stood so high above her to lower herself for her, pleading softly, "Qing'er, don't leave me again."

Cultivation levels: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, Void Refining, Body Integration, Mahayana

Theme: Like a flower or tree, never forget your original purpose