Waaah, I'm being forced into loving my yandere wife's brain.

"Immortal, Immortal Lord, um, isn't the Immortal Lord a cultivator of the Path of Ruthlessness? How come, umm...!"

Shen Jin kissed her unfocused, dreamy almond-shaped eyes, his tongue swirling around Lin Zhiyao's uncontrollable tears.

His large hand encircled her slender waist, which seemed so delicate it could be grasped in one hand.

I took her to the deep train station.

Lin Zhiyao's back straightened instantly, and she almost rolled her eyes back.

The dignified and upright immortal.

At this moment, however, they were recklessly ( )

Shen Jin bit her neck as she tilted back, his voice hoarse and filled with insatiable desire, "Yes, Yao Yao is right. So, since I ruined my Dao heart because of Yao Yao, how can Yao Yao make it up to me?"

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes were unfocused and she couldn't speak at all.

Shen Jin chuckled softly, then kissed him.

"If you can't afford to pay for it, then pay for it yourself."

*

When Shen Jin stepped into this mountain village, he felt disgusted by the dirt under his feet.

He was the number one genius of the Shen family, the largest family in the cultivation world. He began cultivating Qi at the age of six, reached Foundation Establishment at twelve, Core Formation at twenty, Nascent Soul at thirty, and Deity Transformation at fifty. Throughout history, those who could reach the Deity Transformation realm within a hundred years could be counted on one hand.

He cultivates the ruthless path, his sword heart is clear and bright, and he is impervious to all evil.

The elders of the clan spent a hundred years of spiritual energy to calculate that he would have to overcome a tribulation of love in this life.

Shen Jin just scoffed at the time.

A love tribulation?

He has no desires, so how could he be entangled in a love affair?

But the elders treated it as a major threat and forced the spiritual energy guide onto him.

Shen Jin was too lazy to argue, and taking it as a way to clear his mind, he followed the faint spiritual guide and arrived at this desolate and impoverished mountain village.

It is truly barren.

The dirt road was full of potholes and muddy water flowed everywhere. Several dilapidated mud-brick houses stood crookedly at the foot of the mountain.

The men working in the fields were shirtless, their skin tanned and rough; the women were wrapped in drab, coarse cloth, their faces pale and thin.

Shen Jin was dressed in a snow-white brocade robe, his body radiating spiritual energy, untouched by a speck of dust. He walked across the muddy road, and not a single speck of mud even got on the soles of his shoes.

He moved in as if he were in an empty village, and no one noticed his arrival.

Shen Jin glanced at it disdainfully.

In a place like this, who could possibly win his heart?

Shen Jin walked forward with his hands behind his back, spiritual energy guiding him through the depths of the village.

He walked past a few crooked willow trees and through a patch of low bushes, and heard the sound of gurgling water.

A small stream.

The sunlight was just right, filtering through the gaps in the tree canopy and scattering like shards of gold across the water's surface.

The stream is crystal clear, and you can see the smooth pebbles and swimming fish.

Then, Shen Jin saw a woman.

She squatted on the bluestone slab by the stream, washing a coarse cloth garment in her hands.

The sleeves were rolled up to the forearms, revealing a section of the wrist, which was as white as a peeled water chestnut, tender and fresh.

It's so eye-catching that you can't take your eyes off it.

Shen Jin stopped in his tracks.

Sunlight shone on the village woman's profile, illuminating her delicate and beautiful face, so exquisite it seemed otherworldly.

The woman's eyebrows resembled distant mountains, her eyelashes were fine and upturned, her nose was straight and elegant, and her lips were naturally pink and lustrous.

Her hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands hanging down beside her ears, fluttering in the breeze.

There was no makeup, no jewelry, not even a decent piece of clothing.

She was wearing a faded blue cotton dress with a slightly open neckline, revealing a slender collarbone.

But it's just so beautiful.

Unlike the meticulously crafted works of female cultivators in the cultivation world—built from elixirs and adorned with cultivation techniques.

The woman in front of me was born looking like this.

She was just an ordinary village woman, a frail existence among mortals, yet she was as beautiful as a fairy princess.

Shen Jin stared intently.

The woman never noticed him.

A gust of wind blew, and the petals of the wild peach tree by the stream fell in a flurry. A few pink and white petals drifted into the stream, swirling with the current, and one petal landed right on the back of her hand.

She glanced down at it, but instead of brushing it away, she gently blew on it, and the petal fell into the water. She watched it, her nimble eyebrows curving into a soft smile.

At that moment, Shen Jin felt as if something had struck his heart hard.

My Adam's apple bobbed slightly involuntarily.

In that instant, a thought flashed through Shen Jin's mind. It wasn't about romance or harmonious music; it was straightforward, crude, headstrong, and even vulgar.

He wanted to pin her down.

He wanted to see her clear eyes mist over, and to hear the beautiful sounds he had never heard before emanating from her pink lips.

Shen Jin's pupils suddenly contracted.

Almost instinctively, he released his divine sense, enveloping the woman in a vast, overwhelming manner.

Could it be a trap set by the enemy?

The spiritual energy, like a woven net, scanned her inside and out countless times.

Meridians? There's no spiritual energy there.

Dantian? It's completely empty.

Bones? Ordinary bones.

blood? Mortal blood.

She was just an ordinary, mortal woman, as fragile as a porcelain bowl, which would break at the slightest touch.

Even the men who farmed the fields in this village were much stronger than her.

But Shen Jin developed desire for her.

Since entering the Nascent Soul Realm, he has severed all emotions and desires. To him, women are like bones, and beauties are like skeletons.

Now he got an erection while looking at a village woman washing clothes.

So this is what love tribulation is like?

Shen Jin sneered.

Shen Jinxiu has cultivated the ruthless path for over five hundred years. Could his Dao heart be broken by a mere mortal woman?

What he felt was not love, but desire.

Desires, once satisfied, naturally dissipate.

The best way to resolve a love tribulation is to confront it directly.

Without hesitation, he strode over.

Lin Zhiyao was washing clothes with her head down when suddenly a shadow fell in front of her.

She looked up and saw a man in white standing in front of her, backlit, with a cold and aloof demeanor and a face as cold as a thousand-year-old iceberg.

Lin Zhiyao was startled.

The clothes in my hand almost fell into the water.