The Cold and Untouchable Path of Heartlessness? Yet He Clings to Me Every Night

[Enchanting Demon Saintess x Aloof Righteous Sword Venerable] Everyone knew that Jiang Qingque, the Sword Venerable of the Sword-Seeking Tower, was the most untouchable peak of snow in the cultivation world. He was cool and self-possessed, with the people’s welfare always in mind. His heart was free of dust, and he had no worldly desires. But no one knew that every night, a woman appeared in his dreams. Black hair, snow-white skin, red lips, and a tiny beauty mark beneath the corner of her seductive eyes. She came barefoot through the mist, drawing close to him, her warm breath lingering by his ear. “Sword Venerable… have mercy on me.” He would lose control, surrender, and become entangled with her, doing all manner of outrageous things he would never even entertain while awake. Every time he awoke, he was overcome with shame and anger: at the indecency of his dreams, and even more at himself for entertaining such irreverent thoughts. He recited the Purifying Heart Mantra again and again, but it could not banish even a trace of the wantonness in his dreams. Until the day the humans and demons held their sword tournament. He sat high upon the cloud platform, his white robes untouched by dust, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the crowd below. The Demon Saintess approached with measured steps, her red veil trailing along the ground. She raised her eyes with a smile, and her gaze met his. The beauty mark beneath her eye glowed like a flame. It was exactly like the one in his dreams… Mu Wanmian, the newly appointed Saintess of the Demon Clan, accepted a mission to secure her position. She was to make Jiang Qingque, the Sword Venerable, fall for her and succumb to desire, then personally cast him aside as if he were worthless. But he was cold and desireless, and nearly impossible to approach. So she had no choice but to try another way: slipping into his dreams night after night. The day she completed her mission, she turned and walked away without hesitation. But she never expected the once lofty Sword Venerable to trap her in the crook of his arm, the corners of his eyes red as he asked over and over: “Will you come into my dream tonight?” You were the one who made the first move. How can you be the one to say you don’t want this anymore?