A thousand peach blossoms bloom in a single lifetime
Author: Sui Yu’er An
Synopsis:
Xie Xuechen is the greatest sword cultivator of the human race, yet he has lost all his magical powers and fallen into the hands of the Holy Maiden of the Demon Race.
A sword cultivator’s path is one of unbending integrity and fearless resolve. He was born extraordinary and has never experienced such humiliation in his entire life. If he were to submit meekly, his cultivation foundation would become unstable. Yet if he resists to the death, he fears for his purity.
This is a story about a serious and unfeeling sword cultivator who, like a tiger fallen on hard times, lies flat while being toyed with by a cat.
Sigh, what ill intentions could a little cat possibly have….
Prologue
It is said that there are three most terrifying places in the world: the Divine Execution Platform in the Heaven Realm, the Avici Hell in the Ghost Realm, and the Molten Abyss in the Demon Realm. Since the ancient fallen god was sealed within the Boundless Abyss in ancient times, the Boundless Abyss has been shrouded under a blood-red moon, transforming into a demonic marsh that separated itself into its own realm, known as the Demon Realm.
The only source of light in the Demon Realm is the crimson moon. When the eerily beautiful red moon rises, it is daytime; when the crimson moon sets, it is night. The Demon Realm’s daylight feels like being scorched alive, while its nights feel as bitterly cold as being frozen solid. This is a double torment on both body and soul. Neither humans nor beasts can survive in such an extreme environment, except for the demons themselves, who thrive like fish in water. However, even demons fear and avoid the Molten Abyss with all their might.
This is the place where the fallen god perished, known as the land forsaken by gods.
At the center of the Molten Abyss stands an execution post made of black bronze, ten zhang long. Deeply embedded into the blood-red swamp, it is said to connect to the burial site of the fallen god’s bones. Every hour, the wrath of the ancient god erupts, causing the entire post to glow red-hot. Even high-level demons who touch it will instantly vanish into smoke. Countless humans, beasts, and demons have been bound here for punishment, yet not a single person has survived for three days. Yet now, someone has been bound here for seven days of torment. His arms are spread wide, tied to the frame. His white inner robe is soaked in dark red blood, covered with whip marks. The wounds are purplish-blue, bursting outward from within—his soul has been lashed by the roars of the ancient god. The young cultivator is barely clothed, his exposed body covered in hideous, terrifying wounds. He hangs his head low, his long black hair half-covering his face, revealing only his thin, pale chin and bloodless lips.
Yet even in such a pitiful state, he remains undiminished in his pride as the foremost cultivator of the immortal path.
“So this is the legendary Xie Xuechen…” A sweet, alluring voice suddenly rang out from the thick blood mist, accompanied by the crisp, pleasant sound of bells, as she approached the punished youth step by step.
A slender, pale hand lifted the young man’s chin, forcing him to raise his head. In the eerie firelight, his lone, cold, and noble face appeared before her. His eyebrows arch into his hairline, his nose is tall and straight, and his thick, long eyelashes cover his unfocused phoenix eyes. To heighten his sense of pain, the Demon Sovereign had sealed his vision—such beautiful eyes, yet unable to see anything.
The girl tilted her head, studying him for a moment before suddenly laughing. “You’re actually really handsome.”
Her voice was soft, coquettish, and sounded like she was playfully teasing.
“I heard you’ve endured seven days of punishment and still refused to reveal the secret techniques of the Jade Palace Divine Art. Your will is truly strong.” Her eyes sparkled with admiration. Her right hand still held his chin, her warm fingertips gently stroking his cheek. Suddenly, she rose slightly onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his thin, closed mouth.
Xie Xuechen’s breath caught in shock at her bold move. Instinctively, he tried to turn his head away but was held fast by the girl’s grip. With his spiritual senses sealed and his powers gone, he could only endure her awkward yet forceful kiss as her moist, soft tongue invaded his mouth, entwining with his.
In the pitch darkness, his senses of smell and touch were heightened. Though he couldn’t see her face, he deeply felt her warmth and fragrance.
The execution officer standing nearby was already stunned, his mouth agape, watching the seductive scene before him. The wet, sensuous sound of their entangled tongues made his face flush red as he struggled between looking away and stealing glances. When he finally gathered the courage to look up again, the girl had already released Xie Xuechen.
She chuckled softly. “Such strong bones, yet your lips are surprisingly soft.”
Smiling, she gazed at Xie Xuechen, her peach-blossom eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. Her small face, framed by gently curved eyebrows, looked incredibly innocent and adorable, as if the one who had just shamelessly molested him was someone else entirely.
With a sigh, the sound of bells faded into the distance.
“What a shame it would be to let such a handsome man die…”
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