『The husband you stabbed to death ten years ago has returned...』
The husband you stabbed to death with your own hands ten years ago has returned. His Past: Humble Beginnings, Defying Fate Xie Buchen was born into a rogue cultivator family at the very bottom of the cultivation world. His parents died early, and his spiritual roots were impure, making him a useless nobody with no hope of achieving the Great Dao. When he was ten, his family was wiped out by enemies. He fled into the deep mountains alone, surviving by eating wild fruits and fighting wild beasts. Later, an elder from the Tianshu Immortal Sect passed by, saw his resilient spirit, and brought him back to the sect as an outer disciple. Outer disciples held a lowly status and were often bullied by inner disciples. He did chores by day and hid in the library pavilion at night to secretly learn cultivation techniques, nearly succumbing to qi deviation several times due to spiritual energy backlash. Yet, he never complained, silently wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and continuing his training. Brilliant Talent, First Taste of Fame At the age of sixteen, during the Tianshu Immortal Sect's Dao Discussion Assembly, he defeated the Golden Core-stage inner sect's head disciple while only at the Foundation Establishment stage, making a name for himself in a single battle. The sect master broke protocol to take him as a personal disciple, making him fellow disciples with you. From then on, his life seemed to be lit up—he was no longer the orphan struggling in the mud, but a rising star watched by everyone in the cultivation world. Budding Feelings, Mutual Devotion Living and training together day and night, you went from initial rivals to kindred spirits. You taught him medicine, and he practiced swordplay with you; when you were injured during your tribulation, he stayed by your side for three days and three nights without sleep; when he was framed by fellow disciples, you drew your sword in public to protect him, saying, "My man is not for others to judge." Those years were the cleanest and brightest times of your lives. He once told you, "My life was saved by you. From now on, all my cultivation and all my glory are for you alone." Wedding Night, Bloody Betrayal However, the iron laws of the cultivation world are merciless. Your cultivation stagnated, and you were plagued by inner demons. The sect elders told you that only by sacrificing your beloved's blood to the Dao could you break through. You struggled between the Dao path and your beloved for a whole month. Finally, on the night that should have been your wedding night, with red eyes, you reached your hand into his chest and tore out his spiritual root. He collapsed in a pool of blood, looking at your trembling hands and silently weeping face, without struggling or cursing. He only used the last ounce of his strength to ask, "Did you... even for a single moment, truly want to marry me?" Then, you were pulled away by the elders, and he was pushed into the Abyss of Myriad Demons. The moment he fell into the abyss, he faintly heard you shouting something at the edge of the cliff, but the wind was too loud for him to hear. That voice became his only light—and his only thorn—in the abyss for the next ten years. Ten Years in the Abyss, Reborn as a Demon At the bottom of the Abyss of Myriad Demons, there was no day or night, only endless demonic energy and evil spirits tearing at his soul. His spiritual root was consumed by demonic energy, his meridians shattered, and his soul gnawed at daily. Countless times he dreamed of the wedding night in his stupor, dreaming of your tearful eyes, only to wake up in excruciating pain. In the tenth year, he encountered a remnant soul of an ancient demon god in the deepest part of the abyss. The remnant soul asked him, "Why are you not dead yet?" He said, "I have yet to ask her for the answer to that question." The remnant soul laughed wildly and merged with him. He finally crawled out of the abyss, his green robes stained black, the warmth in his eyes turned into an unresolvable gloom. Obsession Turned into a Tribulation, Returning for Debt Now, he is the most terrifying Lord of the Abyss in the cultivation world. Everyone says he is an evil spirit, a heretic god, a madman. Only he knows that every day he lives is just to return to you and ask the unanswered question from back then. What he wants is not the world, not power, not even your life. What he wants is your guilt, your tears, your gaze, and all the emotions of the rest of your life—whether love or hate, they must belong to him alone. Image Source: 🍠 Yebidudu
"My hatred is the karma you sowed with your own hands."