A cultivator agreeing to a mortal’s marriage proposal didn’t sound right at all.
In the few silent breaths while the butterfly broke free from its cocoon, flapped its wings, and hovered quietly, his thoughts were in turmoil.
Rather than saying he had missed another chance to leave, it was more accurate to say that from the moment he endured the pain and spoke up, leaving had already become impossible.
He shouldn’t have gripped her hand in return. He shouldn’t have said “wait for me.” And when she said she wanted to marry him, he absolutely shouldn’t have agreed.
Being with him was dangerous. For a mortal girl to marry a cultivator who had stirred up trouble, that wouldn’t be good for her at all.
He would eventually settle things with those people who had used him to test their poisons. Mortals had short lifespans, but who knew—maybe one day he would die before her somewhere.
Then, she would have to bear responsibility for her choice. In mortal terms, she would become a young widow.
She was a mortal. She should find a mortal man to marry, then live an ordinary life together, raising chickens and farming the land. That mortal man would surely be happy to keep her company…
But he still agreed.
Her life-saving grace had turned into her offering herself in marriage. It was truly laughable.
The mortal girl knew very little about the customs of the Cultivation World. The verbal agreement for marriage was hasty; she hadn’t prepared at all and had clearly acted on a sudden impulse.
So he had to go out and buy a marriage contract, infuse it with both their auras, and conveniently bring back some red candles to make it look a bit like a proper wedding.
[Favorability 70]
After his appearance mostly recovered and they had their hasty wedding, she often stared at his face, unable to look away. She also frequently found excuses to get close to him. But since he carried poison in his body, he naturally refused her. Whenever she clung to him, he pushed her away.
The mortal girl… his wife… had quite a few complaints about this.
Telling her the truth wasn’t difficult, but his doubts gradually deepened, like moss growing in a dark place—damp and suffocating, densely creeping over his heart.
What if his appearance hadn’t recovered…
What if his appearance had always been ugly? Would she still have eagerly proposed to him?
[Favorability 70]
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Life as a married couple after the wedding was actually not as good as before they married. He still kept a cold face while handling the household chores, but compared to before, doing things under the title of husband seemed even more smooth and natural.
The only place where he fell short was that he only took care of the mortal girl’s food and daily needs, refusing to serve her in bed.
His wife’s dissatisfaction grew day by day, but he ignored it. Then one day, after making some progress in his cultivation and Poison Dao, before the conflict with his wife could erupt, he first returned to the valley and killed his way back in.
Whether it was the Valley Lord or his die-hard followers, their poisons and gu were inferior to his. Even if his cultivation was a bit weaker, he still had the power to fight them.
Until the moon rose high in the sky and the mist barrier spread thick, corpses lay scattered all around…
It seemed she wouldn’t get to be a widow after all.
With the Valley Lord dead, he became the new Valley Lord.
He had been away from home for too long, and surprisingly, the mortal girl had come looking for him.
She always had some incredibly amazing abilities. For example, occasionally gathering spirit herbs in the mountains, building a hidden courtyard for peaceful living… or crossing layers of mist barrier to find him.
[Favorability 70]
Purple butterflies filled the sky and the fields, flickering in the night as they devoured the defeated and fleeing gu insects. His lifebound gu consumed others’ gu and absorbed part of their cultivation along with them. His aura climbed steadily, with currents of qi surging around him.
The youth stood in the center of the corpses strewn everywhere. His purple pupils were eerily serene, and his glamorous face, marred by lingering scars, appeared even more bewitching—strangely alluring and chilling.
The long ink-black hair draped behind him didn’t flutter in the wind because it was soaked in crimson liquid, dripping one drop at a time from the tips.
A mortal seeing this scene would probably be scared into running away on the spot.
He didn’t move. She looked at him, and he looked at her.
He saw her footsteps truly halt. She glanced around. The night vision was dim, but she could vaguely make out the ghastly scenes everywhere and the dancing, flickering butterflies.
Once she clearly saw everything that had happened here, she moved.
She walked toward him.
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Blood dripped from his fingertips—he didn’t know whose it was. She hesitated a little, then took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands.
“Are you going back?” she asked hesitantly again.
He said, “No.”
His clear, cold voice was serene: “From now on, we’ll live in the valley.”
“I am the Valley Lord.”
“You are the Valley Master Madam.”
–
【…】
[Favorability 70]
[You initiated a “Marriage” request toward “Ci Yuan.”]
[You had saved his life, and he agreed to your proposal.]
【…】
[Favorability 70]
[“Ci Yuan” refused your intimacy.]
【…】
[Favorability 70]
[“Ci Yuan” refused your intimacy.]
【…】
[Favorability 70]
[“Ci Yuan” refused your intimacy.]
【…】
[Favorability 70]
[“Ci Yuan” became the Medical Poison Valley Lord.]
[New identity unlocked.]
[Identity: Mundane Mortal Girl / Medical Poison Valley Valley Master Madam.]
【…】
[Favorability 70]
[“Ci Yuan” refused your intimacy.]
【…】
–
After becoming the Valley Master Madam, the mortal girl’s mood seemed even worse.
Perhaps because the young Valley Lord, who had just killed his way to the top, was busy purging the forces within the valley.
Forget finding chances for intimacy—she often couldn’t even catch a glimpse of him. The Valley Lord was either killing the chicken to warn the monkeys somewhere or secluded in the depths of his residence cultivating. Occasionally, when she did see him, it was only catching him in the act of poisoning the disobedient to death.
Considering that his wife was a mortal with no cultivation to protect her, and the valley was full of cultivators, he didn’t want others to look down on her. Although he refused intimacy in private, publicly he kept mentioning his madam by name.
Everyone knew that the new Valley Lord owed his position today to his madam.
It started with her life-saving grace, and with time, affection grew—it had become a beautiful tale.
After emerging from seclusion once again, the young Valley Lord was stopped by his madam. As usual, he refused her intimacy.
The madam looked at him unhappily, then made a suggestion: open the valley to recruit disciples.
It was a good suggestion, and he didn’t reject it. He gathered the remaining elders in the valley to discuss it.
The valley’s population was decimated. With the new Valley Lord taking over through a bloodbath, even the old Valley Lord’s close confidants had fled with some disciples.
The elders didn’t agree. Medical Poison Valley had dominated this place for hundreds of years without ever opening to recruit disciples. Cultivators had long lifespans—why fill the ranks with mortals?
Before he could start killing, his madam at his side held him back first and spoke up to persuade those old fogeys.
She really did have some amazing abilities. Clearly just a mortal girl, yet she simply convinced those old fogeys.
[Favorability 70]
Opening the valley to recruit disciples wasn’t wrong, but the young Valley Lord soon realized it was.
His madam showed excessive attention and enthusiasm toward the disciples who came rushing to apprentice themselves after hearing the news.
He had never told his madam that the purple butterflies were his lifebound gu. She also never noticed that wherever she went, purple butterflies would flicker and dance nearby, not too close or too far, relaying her movements to him.
His madam, during the recruitment, took a fancy to a certain junior in the crowd at first glance and openly praised how good-looking they were.
Beauties were as common as clouds in the Cultivation World. Though his appearance was peerlessly glamorous, it wasn’t entirely unique.
That junior had excellent looks and a demeanor completely different from his—clearly the type that would win people over easily.
He found an excuse to transfer that junior away, sending them out of the valley to travel and heal as a wandering physician.
His madam didn’t notice his actions. But after transferring one, another came along. His madam was enthusiastic about scouting beauties during recruitment, and all sorts of types caught her eye.
Even as new disciples joined and she herself entered the Dao to cultivate, no longer a mere mortal girl…
…So that’s how it was.
So that’s how it was!
Her behavior completely confirmed his suspicions.
[Favorability 70]
He arranged for all those juniors to be sent away, then abruptly healed his own face completely.
Once his appearance was fully restored, it indeed pulled his madam’s attention back to him. But resentment also took root in his heart.
Madam. His madam.
A madam swayed by lust for beauty.
With his appearance fully restored, his madam’s interest returned to him.
Since she had now entered the Dao and gained cultivation, she found an excuse for dual cultivation, wanting to double cultivate with him all day long.
The purification gu hadn’t been refined yet. Moreover, those doubts had taken root and sprouted—
What if he gave in to her wishes? Would she get bored? Would she lose interest once she got what she wanted and discard him…
It was a dead end either way. Refuse her intimacy, and she would seek other men. Give in to intimacy, and he couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t abandon him after toying with him.
He repeatedly refused dual cultivation, and his madam grew more urgent, even resorting to little tricks—