Whip Cultivators and Sword Cultivators Could Never Get Married

A seemingly sweet, secretly calculating, seductive witch x a beautiful, tragic, green-tea Immortal Venerable

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Not long after Chun Shanxi began practicing swordsmanship, she made the top few spots on the swordsmen's rankings, earning a reputation as a genius of the Sword Sect. One day, she found a dying dragon. Believing that heroes should protect the weak, she brought it back to her clan and tended to the little dragon as devotedly as she cared for the two little snakes by her ears.

To her surprise, the next day the dragon transformed into Yao Xingjun, the greatest sword immortal under heaven, who mercilessly beat Chun Shanxi until she was utterly defeated.

Jiaoyu: Are the swordsmen's rankings really this inflated now?

Chun Shanxi said nothing, merely wiping down her sword, which was nearly broken in two.

So she saw which way the wind was blowing and naturally became this great immortal's disciple.

She rose early and stayed up late to train hard under her master, and her days were full of promise.

For a hundred years, the two were inseparable. She thought she was on the verge of becoming a pair of immortal lovers with her master, roaming the world together with their swords and making a legend.

Then one day, her master invited Chun Shanxi to the Immortal Palace. As he personally tied up her hair, he casually remarked, "There's a banquet tomorrow. Would you like to come with me, little disciple?"

Chun Shanxi: A banquet? Even if it's a trap, she'd gladly face it with her master.

As it turned out, it really was a trap, and Chun Shanxi's calamity.

That day, her master renounced the world of cultivation. In front of all the sects, he tore the dragon scales from his body, then personally severed one of Chun Shanxi's soul meridians, cutting off her path as a sword cultivator forever.

Even after Chun Shanxi fled for years and switched to whip techniques, he still joined forces with the righteous sects, pretending to uphold heaven's justice, and imprisoned her on an altar.

Even after Chun Shanxi awoke, reborn, he still taught her with utmost tenderness and guided her on her path, as if everything he had done in her previous life had been no more than a dream. He was still the master she revered, and she was still his beloved little disciple.

But Chun Shanxi had finally seen the truth: the Dragon Clan and she were sworn enemies, both vying for power through schemes and upheaval. Her master stood for "good," while she was "evil." It turned out that swallowing evil souls was the only way to save the Heavenly Dao.

But fate had twisted things around, and Chun Shanxi and her master were destined to be enemies.

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That day, the news spread across the Nine Provinces: Chun Shanxi, the greatest whip cultivator, would soon lead the heavenly troops as Xiefang-jun to fight the demon clan.

Yet on the eve of the great battle, Xiefang-jun vanished without a trace.

No one knew that she held a Gu whip pointed at the white-robed master before her. Before wiping out the demon clan, she would first capture with her own hands the inner demon she had hated for two lifetimes and imprison him in her clan's dungeon, where he would serve as a slave for all eternity.

"If you're scared, little disciple, just hide behind your master. Why insist on being brave all by yourself?"

Chun Shanxi looked up at her white-robed master. He had remained as cool and self-possessed as ever for a hundred years.

But she merely sniffed the blood still fresh on her fingertips and smiled. "Master, have you forgotten? The mute slave you knew is no longer a little brat. I'm Anyang Xiefang-jun now."

With that, her bone whip soared through the air, darting like a snake. It coiled around her master's slender form, winding tighter and tighter until it bound his lips.

Beneath the bright full moon, the white-robed master still remembered that night, that year: the ragged, miserable little mute who followed behind him, looked up at him with pleading eyes, and clumsily scrawled a few words in the dirt with filthy little hands:

"Will you teach me swordsmanship?"

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They say Yao Xing Xianjun is peerless in the world and keeps to himself, yet he took in a mute slave black from head to toe.

The mute slave was exceptionally talented and quickly mastered the first eight levels of the Yao'an Sword Manual's Freedom Art. Only the ninth level remained forever beyond reach.

They say one of the mute slave's soul meridians is severed, and he has no desire to learn the sword anymore.

Only the mute slave knows the truth: it isn't his soul meridian that has been severed, but his heart, the heart he gave so plainly to his master.

1. Not traditional cultivation fantasy. The setting is entirely original and set in a fictional dynasty.

2. The leads are devoted only to each other. Angsty romance, happy ending.

Theme: I am who I am, a firework unlike any other