After Faking My Death, My Ruthless Daoist Master Regretted It

Su Lingqing was an orphan from the mortal world.

Born with an ominous constitution, she was branded as ill-fated. Her parents died young, and the villagers rejected her. Fortunately, her shizun, Ling Yunyue, the foremost cultivator of the righteous path known as the Celestial of Lingxiao, took her in and brought her to the Tianyan Sect.

Her shizun treated her wonderfully, taking care of everything. Over time, Su Lingqing fell for her shizun's kindness. Even after being warned, she couldn't help falling in love with her.

Tormented by love, Su Lingqing pined for her for years. On her birthday, she finally chose to confess her feelings bravely, only to receive a sword through the heart.

As the blade pierced her heart, Su Lingqing looked up in disbelief. Her eyes held no resentment, only endless confusion.

Ling Yunyue's gaze was cold, no longer warm as it had once been. She explained the truth with icy indifference.

It turned out she had been cultivating the Heartless Dao all along. To reach its ultimate stage, she first had to make someone fall in love with her, then kill them with her own hands.

Knowing the truth, Su Lingqing was filled with sorrow.

Her shizun's tenderness had been false, and so had the affection she had often shown.

Her shizun had once saved her from misery. What had happened now could be considered repayment for that kindness.

From now on, they owed each other nothing.

People only knew that those born with an ominous constitution were ill-fated. They didn't know that such people all had two lives.

Su Lingqing didn't die. After the longsword pierced her heart, her body dispersed into ash before Ling Yunyue, only to reform by the banks of the Luo River.

Reborn, she left her past behind, retreated deep into the mountains, and devoted herself to cultivation.

A hundred years later, her Dao had reached perfection.

When she returned to the world, she thought Ling Yunyue must have completed her Heartless Dao and ascended to the immortal realm long ago. Instead, she heard that the Celestial of Lingxiao had fallen into the demonic path.

After that sword through the heart, little of Su Lingqing's love for her remained. She had no desire to investigate what had happened.

That night, a graceful figure barged into the inn where she was staying and pushed her onto the bed without a word.

A familiar voice sounded beside her ear: "Lingqing, shizun regrets it..."

(Note: What Lingqing sees isn't the whole truth. The truth will be revealed bit by bit in the story. The author is terrible at writing blurbs. The blurb focuses purely on the romance, but the actual story is half plot and half romance.)

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