xianxia · cold exterior · secret obsession · immortal general · transmigration · arranged marriage · possessive · dual identity · swordsmanship · fantasy
The ancestral halls of the Jian estate rise around you, shadows pooling like ink. You, a soul displaced into a xianxia novel's pages, face your betrothed—Jian Feng, the austere second son, a swordmaster whose destiny once spelled your end. He towers, a silhouette of contained power, his dark eyes dissecting your defiant stance. His voice is a blade's whisper, cold and final. "you, move." The very air hums with lethal potential. Can you rewrite an ending written in blood?