After I Toyed with and Abandoned the Frail Immortal Lord

I transmigrated into a book and became a villain destined to die.

After a miserable year in a secret realm, I finally got another unlucky soul to fall in: an immortal lord whose looks and temperament were exactly to my taste.

I saved him and collected my payment: cultivating together with me.

Without any physical contact, we could intertwine our souls directly and improve our cultivation.

It was the only way I had to escape the secret realm.

Spiritual energy flowed like threads, winding around and intertwining.

By the time we finished, my cheeks were always flushed and my breathing unsteady.

Across from me, he remained seated with his eyes closed, his expression cool and detached, as though nothing could affect him.

One night, by a lucky coincidence, I pinned the immortal lord to the bed, and we spent the night together.

To my surprise, my cultivation surged afterward.

So I broke out of the secret realm and left without a backward glance.

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I only wanted to live a quiet life, but I never expected to wake up night after night with a strange, burning restlessness I couldn’t relieve. I thought I had some kind of illness that would slowly kill me if I didn’t, well... you know.

After half a year of seeking medical help, I accidentally discovered it was a side effect of our souls having become too deeply entangled.

Oh, so I wasn’t sick. I was just sharing sensations with that fallen immortal lord.

I endured it for a few more months. The dark circles under my eyes made me look like a widow who couldn’t get any satisfaction.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I infiltrated the foremost immortal sect, determined to steal a magical artifact that could sever our connection.

But at the initiation ceremony, I saw the frail immortal lord I had cultivated with for months and spent one passionate night with.

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On the high platform, he looked as flawless and cool as jade, his robes as white as snow.

A clear radiance seemed to gather around him, leaving everyone breathless at the sight.

Those around me called him Uncle-Master Shen.

I was stunned: ???

Uncle-Master Shen?!

The frail, sickly, cold-hearted and indifferent man who was actually maxed out in combat strength, held grudges over the slightest offense, and personally ran me through with his sword in the original story... Shen Xianghui???

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After ruining his reputation and abandoning him after seducing him, a sword through the heart might not be enough to satisfy his rage.

Clutching my fragile secret identity, I spent a period of time suffering both mentally and physically, always on edge.

But in the end, he saw through my disguise anyway.

The day my secret identity was exposed, I cried my eyes out and begged him to take his revenge, as long as he spared my life in the end.

His blue robes remained before me for a long time. To my surprise, he agreed.

Only later did I realize that his idea of revenge was far too much.

I watched as his dark hair spilled across the pillow and his cool eyes gazed up at me, just as they had that day.

They reflected nothing but my tear-streaked eyes.

Help.

When is this going to end?

My legs really hurt.

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Theme: Even in adversity, keep fighting to live.