Chapter 1 — Heart Cave Thien Kiep

When I was shocked to realize that I was reborn, it was the moment I was preparing to practice together with my master. The magic turned into a red line winding in the air, one end fit neatly in my hand, the other end tightly bound your white wrist, delicate bones and muscles. Extremely rude - my other hand was still placed on his chest, slowly groping, gently caressing every cold bone. "A Ly," her voice was low and cold, like the frosty wind of a winter night, but mixed with a faint trace of helplessness and affection, "Master... when did he ever teach you to do these things?" Even though the robe was half off, his appearance was still like a high mountain flower, cold and forbidding. If it weren't for the slightly pink corners of my eyes, I would almost think that falling in love with me had never affected you. From ancient times to the present, that person - Tu Bach, is a saint whom the entire continent admires, with a noble status, as mysterious as a god, like an immortal descending from above. Also the only one... is my master. Yet at this moment, the person was pressed under my body, his body could not move, his bright phoenix eyes looked at me with elegant light, as if forbearing, as if helpless. I closed my eyes slightly, my mind suddenly rushing back to pieces of memory... my past life. In my previous life... In order to have a master, I did everything that made people despise and spit on me. Because I wanted people to belong to me, I used to threaten, seduce, coerce, take away, and even did not hesitate to indulge in love drugs, step by step forcing them into the path of despair. I thought that would tie you down, but I only knew that it would only make you extremely disappointed! Out of jealousy, I deliberately confronted Tran Tinh Hao, his most favored disciple, plotting to humiliate her in front of the world... in the end, I brought upon myself a tragic end, my body was broken, thousands of arrows pierced my heart, and I died without closing my eyes. Just thinking about that made my heart tremble and I was so scared that I immediately pushed people away. I never noticed, in that moment, his eyes suddenly turned dark, as deep as the bottom of a winter lake, unfathomable to the very end. Unbeknownst to him, his hand was still squeezing the red thread so tightly that his fingertips trembled. What I didn't know was that my rebirth... was motivated by a human hand. 1

“Crack!” The red thread was pushed too hard by me, suddenly breaking, the sharp thread tearing the skin, drawing a bright red line of blood in the palm of my hand. "A Ly," his voice was low, a little impatient, with a rare trace of worry, "are you hurt? Give me your hand, let the teacher see." Tu Bach frowned tightly, his movements were a bit hasty, he didn't even have time to adjust the half-slumped shirt on his chest, he reached out to hold me, intending to cast a healing spell. But I quickly dodged, as if encountering a burning fire, avoiding his fingertips, and knelt down on the ground. “Cop!” The sound of kneeling echoed in the quiet room, so cold that it made the listener stunned. My voice trembled, each word was as broken as the wind shaking rotten leaves: "Master... master... disciple... I'm sorry... As a disciple who committed an offense, you should not use red lines to tie people up... and you shouldn't... even think about it... Disciple... you should immediately go to Thien Nhai Pavilion to be punished..." Thien Nhai Pavilion - the most terrifying place of the Sword Sect. Who ever Being sent there to be punished, if you don't die, you will lose half your life, and you will not be able to step up to immortality for the rest of your life. “What else do you want?” The low sound rang out, like the sound of pearls colliding in the night, making my heart tremble. He reached out and gently stroked my hair, his fingertips slowly slid down, hooked my chin, forcing me to raise my head to face him. In his eyes was the silhouette of a person - deep as autumn, cold as dew, but hiding an unfathomable sharpness. "Speak." “What… do you… want… more?” I bit my lip, blood crawling on the tip of my tongue, so embarrassed that I couldn't say a word. But then, facing the clear but cold eyes of the master, I still trembled and blurted out: "Disciple... still wants to... practice with the master..."

Hot blood rushed straight to my face, my cheeks were red, my breathing was awkward. I quickly lowered my head, not daring to look directly into those eyes anymore. The long strands of hair hung down, unintentionally wrapping around his delicate wrist - the finger bones were long, white to almost transparent, the blood vessels were hidden under the skin, so beautiful that it made people's hearts skip a beat. “A Ly…” His voice seemed to fade, soft, but cool as morning dew, each word seemed engraved in my heart. "You're still young, this... there's no need to rush. This time you've made a mistake for the first time, the teacher won't punish you. But... there can't be a next time, remember?" His voice was low and cold, like the morning mist, lingering in my ears, making my bones tremble slightly, from head to toe numb. That person —— Tu Bach. The saint of the entire continent, a peerless generation, majestic and noble, cold and forbidding like an immortal descending to earth. And I... from the day I first worshiped, following you morning and night, early and late, for nearly decades, how could I not be moved? But as soon as I thought about my past life - just because of one misstep, one wrong step, a thousand lifetimes were cut off, ending in a tragic death without a complete body - - I could only grit my teeth and collect my feelings, hiding all those vibrations deep in my heart. {Read full on page Nguyet Hoa Cac} "Master... Master, I know I was wrong!" "I swear, I will never do it again!" I spoke with a very sincere voice, even intending to kneel down and bow my head to swear, but before I could bow, a hand gently lifted me up as if it were a joke. “Master… trusts you.” When I stood up, I discovered... on his wrist there was still the red line that I had cast earlier. I was panicking in my heart, quickly wanting to remind someone to take it off, but before I could open my mouth, someone's voice interrupted me: "Don't move. Give me your hand, let the teacher see your wound." The person talking about the wound - is the mark on my palm that was squeezed by the red line earlier, now there is no need to worry, it will heal automatically in just a moment. "No... no need! Disciple... it's okay!" I quickly hid both hands behind my back, refusing his touch. It cannot be otherwise! As long as someone leans a little closer, the distance narrows... my heart beats chaotically, my whole body seems to be guided by a soul, my mind goes blank. I... don't have the disease of "loving people"! It's just... who told you to be so beautiful! Let's ask, in exchange for any other person, standing so close to someone like this... who could keep their mind as motionless as water?! “A Ly, don't move.” The master's voice lowered a level, cold but majestic, as if someone had touched him in an instant The limit of human patience. As soon as the words ended, the person took a step forward, pulled my hand from behind my back, five long, slender fingers firmly holding my wrist. The white shirt fluttered over my nose, cold as the cold morning plum in early winter, making me suddenly unable to breathe. The person did not look at me, his face was as cold as water, his phoenix eyes were lowered, he only focused on looking at my palm, his fingers were slightly bent, performing the magic technique, gentle rays of light spread from his fingertips, covering the wound on his skin. The breath was cool and gentle, like a spring breeze blowing across a lake, but my heart was even more confused. My heart was pounding, like there was a drum beat in my ears, my breathing was chaotic, I couldn't control my eyes. His gaze suddenly fell on the man's collarbone exposed under the half-open shirt - there, on the left, was a small red mole, as bright red as ink on the snow, dazzling to the extreme. “A Ly.” The master's voice suddenly rang out, low and cold, but as if carrying an irresistible command: "Close your eyes." His whole body immediately stiffened, his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. In my heart, I screamed: "Phuong Ly! Phuong Ly! You wake up! This is the master! The mountain is covered with ten thousand feet of snow, the god is high above! As long as you dare to move your mind half a bit... Wait - this small life cannot be saved!!!" I tried to tell myself, but to no avail. There are countless beautiful men in the whole world, flowers fill the sky, why do I have to be alone with Tu Bach?!