男主他真肯嫁我啊？！

Ning Chen was a combat enthusiast who believed in using physical means to deal with anyone he disliked.

Later, he was hunted down by his enemies and, after his death, transmigrated into a revenge novel as a wretchedly tragic villain.

The great villain is the Demon Lord of the Three Realms. In the original story, the villain crazily opposes the male lead, seizing his resources and celestial artifacts, taking his spirit beast mount, and even coveting the male lead’s harem, ultimately being brutally avenged by the male lead with a sword through the heart.

Ning Chen discovered that he crossed over into a world of cultivation and was required to follow the original plot. After pondering for a moment, he immediately grabbed his sword and traveled thousands of miles to find the male lead who is in the midst of cultivation, and happily engaged in a fierce battle with him.

#After all, we’re both cultivators. Isn’t a fight reasonable?#

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Ning Chen diligently played the role of the malicious villain.

When the male lead went to a secret realm for training, Ning Chen ambushed him in advance, resulting in a battle so intense that it nearly shattered the secret realm.

When the male lead wanted to hunt a demon beast, Ning Chen killed the beast the male lead had his eyes on ahead of time, then naturally engaged in a fight with him.

As the plot point where the male lead was supposed to kill him with a single sword strike approached, Ning Chen pondered for a moment and decided to go big.

He led a grand wedding procession and directly blocked the entrance of the Immortal sect, specifically demanding that the sect’s pride and joy to marry him.

Proud as the Long Aotian protagonist, how could he possibly endure such humiliation!

Surely, the moment the male lead came out, he wouldn’t waste a single word and would draw his sword to fight him. With the added fury buff, wouldn’t this battle be even more exhilarating?

Ning Chen thought with satisfaction.

Then, he saw the usually calm and composed Long Aotian protagonist frown, broke free from several pairs of hands holding him down, and without saying a single word, amidst the cries of “Stay calm, don’t be impulsive!” from the disciples of the Immortal Sect—

He got into the bridal sedan chair carried by the demon generals.

After a while, the ethereal and otherworldly male lead lifted the curtain and, under the stunned gazes of everyone, said to the brain-blank Demon Lord, “Didn’t you want me to marry you? Are we leaving or not?”

#If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected probably happened#

#But I just wanted to fight him!#

#Oh well, the bed works too (crossed out)