Demoness, Don't Come Any Closer

In the thirty-sixth year of the Rebellion-Pacifying Era, after my tireless efforts, the world finally escaped destruction. What? You want to know how I did it? Of course, it was thanks to my incredible self-control. Legend has it that the immortal sects of the world once joined forces to build a heavenly prison, where they would cultivate a peerless immortal herb. Once the herb ripened, anyone who consumed it could ascend to immortality. But no one expected that the immortal herb was neither a plant nor a demon, but a living person. And a man, at that. The Taixuan Saintess: “I love you.” “Is that what you call love? You’re just lusting after my cultivation!”