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Sacred Body of Dual Cultivation
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I am the Dual Cultivation Sacred Body, and my Master has taken me as her personal disciple.
She said, "You have three years to seduce Fu Yiyun."
"If you can't, then you must leave."
"Understood."
But I never expected that he had feelings for my Master.
My Master revealed my intentions to him, and he grew to despise me deeply.
Later, I left the Harmony Sect, enduring the torment of Gu Poison, desperately seeking death. After plunging into a lake and drowning, he wept over my corpse, filled with regret.
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"Little disciple, the time limit has expired." The alluring voice of my Master, no, the Heavenly Joy Sect Saintess, echoed in my ears.
Three years had passed in the blink of an eye, and today I was to be expelled from the Harmony Sect.
The Saintess struck my chest with a powerful palm, blood gushed from my mouth as she shattered all of my cultivation.
In the grand hall, besides me and the Saintess, stood the personal disciple of the Heartless Sect Leader.
He looked at me with indifference, as if I were nothing more than a piece of trash. I knew then that I had completely failed.
Three years ago, the Saintess had made a pact with me: if I could make the Heartless Sect Leader's most cherished disciple fall in love with me, I would be allowed to live and remain in the Hehuan Sect.
But over those three years, despite my relentless pursuit day and night, I had failed to win his heart.
It was pitiful that my innate Dual Cultivation Sacred Body was so useless; perhaps even the heavens did not want me to survive.
I left the Hehuan Sect, my body aching and my heart even more so.
My abandoned cultivation flowed out of me like a river, leaving me weak and powerless.
As I walked away from the sect, memories of those two indifferent faces haunted me. I knew their coldness stemmed from the Saintess.
The Saintess was breathtakingly beautiful and had mastered the art of Hehuan to perfection, naturally earning their favor.
I swallowed back the metallic taste of blood in my throat, filled with grief and anger. Was it truly because of my appearance that I was destined to never surpass the Saintess?
So be it. My time was running out; I wouldn’t have long to live. Why bother thinking about it any longer?
I took out the dagger that the Saintess had given me before leaving and held it gently against my neck.
With a slight pressure, a sharp pain shot through me. Just as I was about to make it quick and decisive, raising my hand to thrust down with force.
Suddenly, a spell struck my wrist, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.
Fu Yiyun, a direct disciple of the Heartless Sect, the man I had seduced for three years.
He shouted furiously, "Chu Yige, if you want to seek death, go somewhere else. Don't let your blood stain the place of the Saintess."
For those three years, I had done everything for him, serving him tea and water.
In the forbidden area, I had nearly been beaten to death by eight outer sect disciples while trying to help him seize a spiritual weapon he liked.
At that time, he was still very gentle with me. He would smile as he applied medicine to my wounds, gently blowing on them, asking me, "Does it hurt?"
But ever since he met the Saintess, he completely fell under her spell. He became utterly obedient to her, even willing to be a dog by her side.
All because of the Saintess's words: "Her talent is better than mine. She mocks me every day, saying I am unworthy of being her master."
Fu Yiyun believed her without hesitation and from then on hated me deeply.
At that time, Fu Yiyun questioned me, "What right do you have to mock the Saintess? Don't think that having the Dual Cultivation Sacred Body makes you special; you are not even worth a single finger of hers."
Fu Yiyun grabbed me forcefully, channeling his spiritual power. In a flash of light, we found ourselves in a barren land where not a blade of grass grew.
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