After Abandoning the Sickly Immortal Lord

I transmigrated into a book, becoming a villain destined to die. After a miserable year trapped in a secret realm, I finally waited for the second unlucky soul to fall into it. A stranded immortal lord whose temperament and appearance suited my taste perfectly. I saved him and took my payment—spiritual cultivation with me. No physical contact needed, just a direct intertwining of souls to enhance cultivation. It was the only way I could leave the secret realm alive. Spiritual energy intertwined like silk threads. I would always end up with flushed cheeks and unsteady breath. Yet the person across from me remained seated with closed eyes, his expression cold and detached, as if unaffe...