Description:
In the mist-shrouded peak of the Cangyun Mountains, the air is thin and fragrant with the scent of cold plum blossoms. Here, Su Yi—a young woman who once knew only the frantic life of a college student before transmigrating into this world of soaring swords and ancient Dao—lived a life of quiet, domestic contentment. She considered herself a mere mortal, blessed with a husband, Shi Yeshan, whose frequent “business trips” to a distant cultivation sect provided her with a comfortable, if somewhat lonely, leisure.
However, of late, Shi Yeshan had begun to return to their humble Siheyuan (a traditional four-sided courtyard house) with an intensity that left her breathless. Draped in his Ruqun (a cross-collar robe of ink-black silk) that seemed to absorb the very light around him, he lingered in their bedchambers far longer than propriety dictated. When Su Yi finally sighed, “I am getting tired of doing it too much,” her husband merely tilted his head, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Are you tired of the act, A-Yi,” he murmured, his voice like velvet over gravel, “or are you tired of me?”
The peace shattered when a phalanx of Zhengdao (the Righteous Sects, protectors of the heavenly balance) descended upon their courtyard. Clad in pristine Daopaos (formal Daoist robes) with swords of celestial jade, these high-ranking cultivators knelt in the dust before Su Yi. They addressed her as Immortal Lord Ziying—the Peerless Sovereign of the Righteous Path, a “High-Mountain Flower” whose purity was said to be untouched by the grime of the mortal realm.
They pointed trembling fingers at Shi Yeshan, labeling him a Meimo (a Succubus or Dream-Demon, creatures of inherent lust and chaotic malice). They claimed he had abducted the Great Immortal during her Du-jie (a heavenly tribulation where a cultivator is at their most vulnerable) to corrupt the world’s savior.
“Immortal Lord, slay this demon!” the Sect Leaders cried.
Su Yi, caught in a whirlwind of confusion, could only shield the man she knew as her husband. “He… he hasn’t done anything wrong,” she stammered. Even when they shouted that he had once attempted to destroy the very foundations of the world, she gathered her courage, her face flushing as red as her Dudou (a traditional silk bodice). “My husband was young and ignorant… he was just killing for fun.”
The silence that followed was broken only by Shi Yeshan’s sudden, wanton laughter—a sound so twisted and dark it seemed to rattle the very heavens. But as Su Yi grabbed his hand to flee, a second wave arrived: a horde of Moxiu (Demonic Cultivators) who crashed through the gates and knelt in terror.
“Your Highness! Holy Maiden!” they shrieked, looking directly at Su Yi.
The realization struck the Zhengdao like a thunderbolt. They had not found their Immortal Lord; they had found the Great Demoness herself. Su Yi was the true Meimo, the source of the world’s impending ruin.
As she instinctively turned to run, the “gentle husband” she thought she knew stepped forward. Shi Yeshan shed his scholarly facade, revealing the terrifying aura of the true Immortal Lord Ziying. He was the ultimate apex of the Righteous Path, the cold, ethereal deity who had entered the mortal “game” himself. He had feigned being seduced, allowed himself to be “plucked” by the demoness, all to lure the dark sects into one final trap.
But as he drew the Kunxian-suo (the Immortal-Binding Lock, a golden cord forged to restrain even the most powerful spirits), he did not strike. Instead, he approached Su Yi with a terrifying, yandere-like obsession reflected in his icy gaze.
“If you weren’t trying to seduce me,” he whispered, his shadow looming over her trembling form, “why are you running?”
He did not bind her. Instead, he placed the golden knot into her small, shaking hands. He bowed his head—the highest flower of the heavens lowering himself into the dirt of the demonic realm.
“Tie it for me,” he commanded, his voice a haunting mix of devotion and madness. “From this day forth, I am your slave.”