In novels, the male lead always has a hypocritical, snobbish, and vicious fiancée who abandons him when he hits rock bottom, only to be humiliated and brutally abused by him after he rises to power, before meeting a gruesome end.
Xi Yao was unlucky enough to transmigrate into the role of that fiancée.
When she opened her eyes, the male lead was pinned beneath her foot, and the last echo of the words "I call off our engagement" still lingered in the air.
She met his dark, lifeless gaze.
Xi Yao: ...
She'd already finished being vicious, and their feud had become a tangled mess.
But she didn't want to die.
So she could only kill the male lead first. (Smiling and shrugging.jpg)
But before she could accomplish that, Xi Yao perished beneath the tribulation lightning.
Amid the thousand layers of lightning at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, the last thing she saw was a familiar flash of a sword, cutting through the clouds like a shooting star.
She thought:
Why is this male lead so vindictive?
So what if she'd opposed him and fought with him for over a decade, played the suona while he meditated, and stolen his sword right before he faced his enemies?
Was he really so eager to come watch her make a fool of herself?
To her utter surprise, Xi Yao came back to life.
When she opened her eyes again, a hundred years had passed, and that damned male lead had indeed become a renowned Sword Sovereign.
And Xi Yao had finally escaped her identity as his vicious fiancée, becoming an utterly ordinary... disciple under the Sword Sovereign.
Feeling her cultivation and strength gradually return, and thinking of her sworn enemy, whose master had changed beyond recognition, Xi Yao rubbed her hands together, eager to get started.
You bastard.
The hunt begins :)
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Wen Yanzhao noticed that his "fiancée" seemed like a completely different person. She no longer looked at him with the hatred and irritation she used to show.
She liked to stay by his side and practice swordsmanship with him from time to time.
When he cultivated, she would play him lovely tunes. Before a battle, she'd take his sword and polish it for him.
Until that day.
Beneath the tribulation clouds blanketing half the city, all that remained was her broken body.
But it didn't matter.
He would gather up her flesh and blood, find her soul, and bring her back before his eyes, piece by piece.
2025.05.28
Theme: Standing together through thick and thin
