Third-person narration in the main story!!! Only the blurb is in first person!!!
Master often tells me that I am the Demon Path's Holy Maiden, and that its rise or fall rests on my shoulders.
The Demon Path is in turmoil, while outside it, Yan Qingnong of the immortal sect Taiqing Sect is so powerful she has held both the immortal and demonic realms in awe for over a century, all on her own.
Master came up with a plan: have me join an immortal sect and become Yan Qingnong's disciple, then start a forbidden romance between master and disciple. She would live and die for me.
But how was I supposed to know how to seduce someone?
I cared for her attentively, asking after her health and keeping her warm. But Lady Yan was a cold beauty, unmoved by any of it. Nothing I tried worked.
One day, as she weathered a heart-demon tribulation, I, being a member of the Demon Path, naturally seized my chance.
I kissed her fingertips and teased her as much as I could. She looked at me coldly and scolded, "Rebellious disciple, have you no shame?"
Yet a faint blush rose on her cheeks.
I understood: she was all bark and no bite!
I kept pulling the same trick every few days, until one day, the woman who should have been watching my antics like a proper gentleman frowned and said, "I gave you your chance. You brought this on yourself." Then she pushed me down and tied me to the bed.
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Later, my identity was exposed. I ruined her cultivation and destroyed her sect, yet she said it was what she owed me.
And later still, the world was vast, but no matter how far I searched, I could not find her.
"I know your immortal bones know neither cold nor heat; a thousand years apart will feel like only a day when we meet again."
Theme: People should know how to be grateful.
