After I Picked Up an Amnesiac Immortal Lord

After that devastating battle, I brought a man back from the battlefield.

He was gravely wounded, his face disfigured, and he had forgotten who he was.

But I recognized him at a glance.

Immortal Lord Guihong.

A pillar of the immortal sects, as steadfast as a mountain and as deep as a pool. A pure and spotless sword cultivator of the righteous path.

His sword, swift as the wind, struck fear into the hearts of demons.

Just like his peerless beauty, which could easily steal any young woman's heart.

A long, long time ago, before I was cast out of the immortal sect, I think I admired someone like him, too.

Later, covered in filth, I did not dare sully the path beneath his feet.

Perhaps out of some twisted desire for revenge, when Immortal Lord Guihong woke up, I told him I was his fiancee.

He stared at me, stunned.

I was enraged.

If I am not good enough for the spotless man he used to be, am I not good enough for you now, with your incomplete soul and lost cultivation?

Guihong lowered his eyes and said he was only calculating an auspicious date for our wedding.

I was not surprised he had thought of that.

Guihong already had a fiancee.

It certainly was not me.

It was Fairy Jueyun of Dongyingzhou.

If not for the sudden outbreak of war, they would already have married.

So what?

Those virtuous gentlemen don't lie.

I am not one of them.

I am just the lowliest corpse collector in the wilds.

The rule of scavenging is simple: find it, and it's yours.

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