Divine Lord, What a Fine Sword [GB]

The unlucky, quick-to-start-a-fight four-realm champion goddess of war vs. the black-lotus immortal lord who seems "frail and sickly" but is actually a scheming yandere.

Shang Jiantang lived for more than eighty-nine thousand years. She was born with divine power, and in just three hundred years became the youngest goddess of war in the Four Realms.

If a god stood in her way, she killed a god; if a demon stood in her way, she killed a demon. She lived a wild and carefree life.

She never thought that one day a marriage would trip her up, or that the Four Realms' famously delicate and gentle immortal lord would cling to her.

"Your Majesty, Heavenly Emperor, I refuse to marry Feng Sui. If I have a delicate little immortal lord at home, my comrades will laugh me out of the army whenever I go to war!"

She thought that would be enough to refuse the marriage to Feng Sui. After all, with her strength, what could she possibly want to do and fail at?

But Feng Sui immediately collapsed to the ground, sobbing weakly as if he were at death's door.

"Sister War God, eight hundred years ago I cast a divination and learned that we are fated to be together. If you don't marry me, you'll die. For the peace of the Four Realms, I am willing to give my life."

"Then I might as well die."

Shang Jiantang had prepared herself to die if it came to that, but no matter how ready she was, she couldn't guard against Feng Sui's "sinister designs."

She only looked away for a moment, and somehow he had woken up in her bed.

Even more frightening, she had no idea when he had climbed into it.

She looked at the delicate immortal lord, curled up in a corner, pale as a willow in the wind and coughing nonstop. For the first time, she felt a "twinge of compassion."

"Get off my bed. Now. Or I'll take your dog life and offer it to my blade!"

Shang Jiantang thought she had been pretty merciful to Feng Sui. After all, he was practically a "child" she had watched grow up, so she had refrained from actually killing him.

Otherwise, given her usual ways, Feng Sui would already be dead by her blade.

She expected him to scramble away in terror, but he spat up a mouthful of blood onto the bed and fainted.

All she could do was put away her blade and call a doctor to examine him. Feng Sui was the Heavenly Emperor's only son, and he couldn't be allowed to die just like that.

And the only son really was so frail he was about to die. After much calculation, Lord Siming of the Fates came up with only one way to prolong Feng Sui's life.

"Your Highness, War God, please marry Immortal Lord Feng Sui. It's the only way he can survive! For the sake of Heaven's grand plans, please sacrifice yourself and see this through!"

And so, Shang Jiantang had no choice but to marry Feng Sui to bring him good luck. Her household gained a "virtuous" and delicate immortal lord.

Little did she know that this entire scheme was a trick devised by the seemingly frail immortal lord to deceive her.

By the time she finally caught on, Feng Sui was already beaming as he offered her pastries, trying to win her favor.

"Sister War God, try these. I made perilla cakes recently. I'm sure you'll like them."

"...Fine. I'll try one."

[Reading Guide: 1. It may look like a comedy, but the story itself is a little more serious.

2. The male lead's character has a huge contrast, but he won't act out of character. Be prepared.

3. The female lead is strong, extremely strong. This is not a story where the male lead is even stronger. From the female lead's perspective, it's a satisfying power fantasy.

4. If you like it, please add it to your collection! I never abandon a story once I start writing!]

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