My Beloved Slays Her Playmate After Killing Me

My cultivation partner, Selina Darrell, forced me to hand over the demonic core containing my thousands of years of effort in cultivation to treat her childhood sweetheart, who was severely injured.

I told her that once I lost the demonic core, I would die.

She, however, wore a look of disgust as she spoke, "To kill Kyle, you actually told such a patent lie?!"

Thinking I was selfish and malicious, she directly dug out my demonic core.

Yet she had no idea that I'd never lied to her.

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After Selina Darrell, my cultivation partner, took away my demonic core, I died, turning into a wandering spirit.

Ironically, I was stuck beside her.

Right now, she was handing over my demonic core to Kyle Blake, the man that she had loved for a thousand years.

The same face that always acted cold toward me now looked super worried and anxious.

I'd been with her for over a hundred years, and I'd never seen her show that kind of emotion before.

So no matter how many years I'd been lying to myself, I couldn't change one harsh truth.

Selina had never loved me.

My heart broke as I gazed at her guarding in front of Kyle's room.

She was gently touching the tassel on the hilt of her sword, lost in thought.

"Kyle, please be okay," she murmured.

Kyle made the tassel himself over a thousand years ago.

Selina's prayer surprisingly worked. Not long after, the door opened from the inside.

The doctor who treated Kyle said that the demonic core Selina had brought was very rare and top-tier, so Kyle was almost healed.

Selina breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm so relieved to hear that. I will find even the most precious treasure in the celestial world for Kyle, as long as it can cure him."

After saying that, Selina rushed into the room to take care of Kyle.

She carefully fed the pills to Kyle. Her movements were so gentle, and her face wore a soft expression I'd never seen before.

Even though I spent hundreds of years training with her, I probably just felt like a pet in her eyes, a fun little toy to amuse her.

Compared to Kyle, I didn't hold a candle.

I looked up, gazing at Selina.

Her eyes were filled with concern and relief.

Probably, she was feeling sorry for what Kyle had been through and also grateful for the timely help from my demonic core. Her beloved man would survive.

Just then, a servant with double buns atop his head stormed in, disregarding the guards' warning.

The servant was young, and when he saw Selina, he immediately dropped to his knees before her, begging as tears streaming down his face.

"Your Majesty, my master is dying. Please save him! I'm begging you!"

It was Noel Hudson, the young flower spirit who'd been by my side for a century.

As soon as Selina heard that, however, her once gentle expression turned icy cold.

"What? Is Zaid playing another trick?

"I haven't punished him for refusing to hand over his demonic core. Now, he dared to send you here to cause trouble?! Enough already!"

Selina looked cold, her icy glare sending shivers down my spine.

Noel's face tu...