Just K*ll Me Already

By a twist of fate, Shuang Ling — the Hehuan Sect’s most socially anxious First Beauty — found herself forcibly bound to Gu Xiechen, a sword-cultivation genius the cultivation world sees perhaps once in ten thousand years, and the two of them could not be separated.

There were only two ways to break the bond.

One was to make that untouchably pure Sword Venerable fall from his pedestal and cultivate together with her, sinking down into the same mire as her.

Two was to raise that female cultivator’s power to match his own, so the two of them could combine their strength and shatter the binding together.

Option one, or option two — now, that was the question.

Gu Xiechen’s expression was cool and distant. “Within ten years, I will bring you to Ascension with me.”

Having said that, he glanced at her tear-filled eyes, and after all, added, “There’s no need to be afraid.”

Three days later.

Shuang Ling lay flat on her back, pressed her palms together, and smiled bashfully:

“Why don’t you just finish me off instead.”

[A socially anxious girl who’s quietly terrified but puts on a brave front x A cold, aloof jerk who assumes everyone can be as unbothered as he is] Q: After transmigrating into the novel as an undercover Hehuan Sect agent with a top-tier constitution, what’s it like being personally carried to the top by the strongest Sword Venerable?

A (Anonymous): I can’t keep up. I genuinely cannot keep up. The day I formed my Nascent Soul, the tribulation lightning was massive — before I’d even taken a single strike, Gu Xiechen just watched it for a while and ended up having his own enlightenment and breaking through on the spot. Ha ha. I give up competing with you geniuses…!

In the end, just before the chaos of the war between immortals and demons broke out, Shuang Ling found a third way to break the love Gu and free herself from the mortifying Hehuan Sacred Body — she shattered her core in front of the Sword Venerable, faked her death, and slipped away scot-free, trading it all for an easy ride back in the Demon Realm, where she could lie flat like a happy little rat.

Later, the Lotus Throne crumbled and chaos swept across the wastes, and on the day fate decided who would become the Demon Lord, every demon cultivator went to kowtow before him.

Shuang Ling, a piece of candy still in her mouth, prostrated herself on the cold, ornate stone floor to kowtow — only to see the trailing hem of black-and-gold robes sweep gracefully into view before her. From above her head came a familiar voice, cold and simmering with concealed anger.

“This time, I — choose — one.”

#I carried the Golden Core you threw away across a thousand mountains and rivers, and realized that since you’re a demon cultivator now, becoming the Demon Sovereign is easy enough too.