My fiancée and I had been in love for a hundred years, our devotion unwavering. I defied the laws of heaven for her and endured daily torment from the divine retribution. She had severed her meridians to save me from certain doom. Moved by her sacrifice, I took her hand and promised to offer her a rare flood dragon as her bride price. Great sects fought each other desperately to claim the dragon.
Just as the battle was reaching its height, my fiancée’s senior brother attacked without permission and enraged the flood dragon. He was struck by the most potent aphrodisiac in the world. My fiancée, who had to remain a virgin to cultivate the Heavenly Charm Art, chose to give herself to him.
Watching her resolutely kneel over her senior brother, I lowered my head and smiled bitterly.
Perhaps this was for the best. I would no longer have to disobey my master’s orders and suppress my cultivation at the cost of my lifespan, suffering endlessly in this mortal world.
