At first, Sui He was just a wandering cultivator who had been trapped at a cultivation bottleneck for a whole century. She had been desperately searching for a way to break through.

Just when she thought all hope was lost, she encountered Venerable Swordmaster Qi Bai, who was hailed as the best swordmaster cultivator in the world.

Before a watching crowd, he looked down at her from above and asked, “You and I share the same origin. Are you willing to take me as your master?”

Sui He didn’t refuse.

*

Her bargain of a master stood at the pinnacle of the sword path. He was the future sect leader of Zhengqing Sect, who was powerful yet simple-hearted and indifferent, and too proud to guard against others.

It took only an instant for her to notice something was off.

—He was just one step away from attaining divinity. And all he needed for that final step was a blood sacrifice from someone of the same origin.

Upon learning the truth, Sui He thought, ‘Oh.’

*

The day that his ascension was supposed to take place happened to be his birthday. Sui He approached him with a dagger in hand. Her lips curled into a radiant smile as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

For a fleeting moment, the already breath-taking Qi Bai seemed even more stunning in his dazed surprise.

Then, in the next instant, a sharp dagger plunged into his warm chest.

As his disbelieving gaze met hers, Sui He gently wiped away the glistening tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

While feigning regret, she murmured, “If one does not look out for themselves, Heavens and Earth will punish them. Between us, there can only be one victor who reigns. Sorry, Master.”

She had done nothing wrong—it was just a matter of striking first.

That night, her hair turned silver with frost, and she ascended to divinity.

Years later, as she gazed at the exotic boy her attendants had presented, she thought of her former master, who was brilliant, peerless, and unforgettable.

She searched for him for a long time. Finally, in the abyssal demonic realm, within a bone-strewn beast arena, she saw a face identical to the one from the past.

*

Before Qi Bai’s soul sank into silence, his heart had been filled with anger and resentment. He swore that if he could have another chance and start over, he would never again fall for Sui He’s false facade.

Yet when he regained his memories, he found himself draped in mere scraps of silk, clinging to Sui He with no dignity whatsoever. Worse, his cheeks were damp with tears.

He was furious, but didn’t have the chance to lash out.

Sui He had leaned down, smiling as she kissed the tear tracks from his face. In a perfunctory tone, she said, “Stop crying, alright? Fine, I admit I was wrong.”

Qi Bai’s face turned crimson. The once aloof and untouchable Venerable Swordmaster found himself utterly speechless before the disciple who had betrayed him.

*

Years later, when Qi Bai and Sui He roamed the Upper Spirit Realm together, they overheard rumours about themselves.

Cultivators who didn’t know the true story spoke in awe. They envied the deep affection between Venerable Sui He and Venerable Swordmaster Qi Bai. After his tragic demise, she had hid herself among the demon race for years, seeking a way to bring him back to life.

The former Venerable Swordmaster, who was now a reluctant disciple-turned-lover, Qi Bai: ‘…’

Deep love and devotion? Nonsense! The real truth was that she was a fraud, a glory-seeker, and the most brazenly rebellious disciple to ever exist!

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