White Moonlight can only have a HE with the World-Destroying Devil

Chao Jinsu possessed unparalleled beauty and an innate sword-bearing bone. She could defeat ten thousand foes with one sword. She was a genius admired by countless people and was even destined to become the future sect leader.

Yet, in the year she underwent her Nascent Soul Tribulation, she was afflicted with a Love Gu. In a dazed state, she dreamt of her own future. She saw that she was nothing more than the “white moonlight” sacrificed to the heavens in a storybook.

The first half of her life was smooth sailing. She was cherished by her sect and worshipped by many.

But after being poisoned by the Love Gu and forcibly expelled at the cost of severe injuries became the turning point of her fate –

For the sake of the righteous path, she fought a life-and-death battle against the world-destroying demon. Yet in the end, she was shot through the heart by an arrow by the very sect she had trusted.

After her death, she was branded a ‘traitor’ overnight, spat on by millions, and even her soul was shattered into nothingness by her junior disciple; the male protagonist.

After the junior disciple seized control of the sect, he even found a so-called “substitute”, and under the guise of mourning his “white moonlight,” he did all kinds of filthy acts.

When she woke up, she had returned to the moment she was poisoned by the Love Gu.

This time, she was no longer willing to be a martyr.

Looking at the world-destroying demon across from her, who had just fought her for three days and three nights, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and thought:

There was no other choice. No one else was within a hundred miles. This idiot would have to do.

A spring night is fleeting, and the sun rises late. The cold and otherworldly sword cultivator fastened her robe, gifted him her sword, and coolly stated: “Once every three months. I’ll come find you.”

The ruler of the demon realm, feared by all was furious. But who would have thought that after taking a few steps away, the sword cultivator would turn back, effortlessly pull him close by the collar, kiss him, and say indifferently: “Keep your mouth shut.”

The furious demon lord: o(*////▽////*)q