Chapter 1: Summer’s Foam

That day, the Senior Sister of a certain roadside Little Sect, the Sword Sect of Demon Apprehension, Dong Huiting, came to the market to shop and happened to meet a handsome Young Hero from a renowned righteous sect.

The two fell in love at first sight and exchanged love letters.

The normally proud and aloof ice-cold beauty of a Senior Sister had, from that day on, turned into a silly girl lost in love.

One couldn’t help but marvel at how much love could change a person.

Every day, she would wait by the lakeside, anticipating the arrival of a messenger pigeon, writing sentimental love letters and pouring out her feelings day after day.

This kind of life continued for a full six months.

Until a dreamy, illusory summer like a bubble.

Because the Young Hero was given a chance to return home and visit his family, he was allowed to leave the sect and go down the mountain.

He immediately invited Senior Sister Dong Huiting to meet him.

That day, after seeking permission from her Respected Master, Senior Sister Dong Huiting put on her most beautiful clothes and went out to the appointment.

After a few days of fun, she returned to the Sword Sect with a face full of happiness.

Respected Master of the Sword Sect could tell that his eldest Disciple had transformed from a girl into a woman.

Moreover, her cultivation had improved greatly—she must have succeeded in Dual Cultivation and returned.

Seeing the Disciple he had raised with such care finally grown up, Respected Master felt quite gratified.

But by the next day…

Respected Master was no longer gratified.

Because Senior Sister Dong Huiting waited by the lakeside until dusk and received a letter stained with blood.

After reading the contents, she sat by the lake all night like a living corpse, her face full of disbelief.

“Disciple, what on earth happened?” Respected Master finally couldn’t sit still, came to the lakeside, and asked.

“Master… Wuxie is dead… This is what happened…” Dong Huiting sobbed as she began to explain everything.

At first, Respected Master found her story reasonable, but the more he listened, the more wrong it sounded.

In his Disciple’s words, there were nothing but oddities and loopholes.

First, his eldest Disciple Dong Huiting’s lover was named Bai Wuxie.

He claimed to be from the top three of the Ranking of Jianghu Forces, Peerless City, one of the Nine Inner Disciples of the Peerless City Lord, bearing the title Peerless Nine Dragons, and bestowed the name White Dragon.

Truly a noble background, with boundless prospects, and of course, exceedingly handsome.

But the problem lay in his appearance—Dong Huiting said she had actually never clearly seen his true face.

That word “never” was used so delicately.

Because she had just realized herself that she hadn’t really seen the handsome man’s face.

The first time they met at the market, Dong Huiting said she was harassed by some local thugs, and it was he who saved her, finally leaving behind a pristine Handkerchief of Tender Affection for her.

In that alley, Dong Huiting only saw a flash of white robes, a graceful young master who swept by and sent the thugs flying.

She hadn’t even seen his face, which only proved how exceptional his martial arts were.

The more romantic she made it sound, the more doubts Shizun heard.

After that, the two kept exchanging love letters via messenger pigeon, basically confessing their feelings to each other every day.

“Um… cough, cough… Shizun… we…”

The second meeting was just the day before yesterday. Dong Huiting began to fidget, her cheeks blushing.

She said that she and Young Hero Bai met in a sea of flowers, took off their clothes, and practiced Dual Cultivation back to back, shoulder to shoulder.

She said she could feel the inner force that Young Hero Bai passed into her body—it was so pure and gentle, without a trace of impurity.

She said that night was the happiest moment of her life.

Then…

A Will in the form of a Letter of Blood arrived.

Someone claiming to be Young Hero Bai’s younger sister said that Young Hero Bai had died from illness.

That was the whole story.

“So, you didn’t see Young Hero Bai’s face the first time, and even during Dual Cultivation in the flower field the second time, you were back to back and still didn’t see his face?” Respected Master asked.

“I was shy, I kept my head down the whole time, Master, what are you trying to say?” Dong Huiting retorted.

“I’m saying, is it possible you were deceived?” Respected Master looked at Young Hero Bai’s Will.

That blood-stained Will was the most suspicious part.

Young Hero Bai said he would love Dong Huiting forever, repeating a lot of sentimental words.

But the entire Will gave no explanation about his illness—not a single detail about what kind of sickness it was.

What illness could kill a promising Qi cultivator in a single day?

At the end of the Will, there suddenly appeared a newcomer—Young Hero Bai’s younger sister.

Young Hero Bai asked Dong Huiting to take care of his sister and hoped she could regularly send his sister some Qi Cultivation Pills.

That request was far too deliberate, far too blatant.

Respected Master saw through the scam at a glance.

It was just to trick his eldest Disciple into handing over valuable Qi Cultivation Pills.

But this scam was so full of holes that no normal person would fall for it.

“Master, what are you talking about? Young Hero Bai would never deceive me! What do you know? Master, you just don’t understand our love!”

Dong Huiting suddenly slammed the table, her bloodshot eyes wide, standing up and roaring, even scolding her own Master.

“Unbelievable! You silly girl!” Respected Master was stunned by the outburst.

But it wasn’t because his Disciple was being disrespectful.

It was just that there really could be someone this foolish who couldn’t see through such an obvious scam.

“Think it over carefully.” Respected Master tried to persuade her gently.

What’s most frustrating was that this person was his eldest Disciple—he was utterly speechless!

“I won’t listen! I won’t listen! I won’t listen! I’m going to find his sister right now!”

Dong Huiting was already obsessed, not listening at all. She got up and ran quickly from the lakeside.

She rushed back to the Little Sect, forcefully pushed open her room door, grabbed the box of cultivation pills she had treasured for years, and turned to leave.

“Huiting, listen to your Master first.” Respected Master followed her back and was already blocking the doorway.

“Master, don’t stop me!” Dong Huiting shouted.

“Master can’t just stand by and watch you go astray! Put down the pill box and let’s talk this through,” Respected Master pleaded earnestly.

“No! Young Hero Bai would never deceive me! Master, don’t even think of stopping me!” Dong Huiting hugged the pill box, leapt, and crashed through the window, jumping out.

“You’ve gone mad! You even attacked your Master!” Respected Master was stunned.

But in just one move, Dong Huiting was subdued by her Master and tightly tied to the big tree in the middle of the sect’s little garden.

“Master, let me go! Let me go right now! I have to attend my beloved’s funeral!” Dong Huiting was still struggling and shouting loudly.

“My Disciple, you’re truly persistent. Calm down, please.”

Respected Master stood before her with the pill box, a drop of cold sweat sliding down his forehead, and shook his head helplessly.

Even though he had captured her, it was as if he hadn’t.

Because tying her up physically was useless—her heart had already flown beyond the Ninth Heaven.

He had to dispel the demon in her heart to bring his beloved Disciple back.

As a cultivator, having obsession was a good thing—his eldest Disciple’s cultivation speed could only be described as flying.

After Dual Cultivation, her cultivation was even higher.

But a person couldn’t lose their mind because of obsession!

“Sigh, only the one who tied the bell can untie it.”

Respected Master looked at his eldest Disciple and shook his head helplessly.