“Qian Li, sometimes I really envy you. You always have someone to rely on.” Li Xuanzu didn’t continue.
Qian Li wanted to refute, but found that Li Xuanzu was right.
"Alright, let's not talk about useless things anymore."
"You, what exactly is your wife..." Qian Li hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.
She was particularly interested in Li Xuanzu's past, but she was also afraid of touching on something.
“Her,” Li Xuanzu thought for a moment, then gave a wry smile.
"It wouldn't make any difference if you told her her name."
"I still remember that day when the two of us went out to collect herbs."
"As a result, I encountered a young disciple who was not very old."
“My wife kindly helped him collect herbs from the cliff edge, and this guy had inappropriate thoughts about her.”
"At that time, we were not married, but it wouldn't be long before we were."
“We already have feelings for each other, and I would never allow her to be humiliated.”
“Even though that junior disciple was the eldest son of the leader of another sect, I didn’t kill him because of that identity.”
“At that time, he told his father that I was bullying the weak and taking advantage of my strength, and his father brought people to our door.”
"I naively thought that the sect's higher-ups would protect us."
"And what was the result? Those parasites only wanted to smooth things over. No matter what evidence we presented, everyone thought we were wrong! Everyone!"
“That little bastard even forced my wife to become his concubine and serve him for the rest of her life. He’s full of filthy language. I wish I could kill him on the spot.”
"In the end, my wife refused to yield and crippled her cultivation to prove her innocence. Seeing that things had developed to this point, the other party lost interest in continuing to cause trouble."
"I was thinking to myself, 'I wish I were stronger.'"
"They left, leaving behind only the cold-eyed sect elders and a few leaders, as well as my wife who had lost her cultivation."
“In our world, the higher the cultivation level, the longer one lives. Can you imagine? She lost her cultivation, her dantian meridians were damaged, and she was separated from me by death in just three years.”
"She's only in her early twenties."
Li Xuanzu tried his best to control his emotions and not lose control.
He would never forget that gentle woman lying on the bed, holding him like a withered tree branch.
"Grandpa, have I become ugly?"
Li Xuanzu answered with a sob in his voice, only to find that the owner of that hand was no longer breathing.
"And then, I went crazy, I think I went crazy."
“I drown my sorrows in alcohol every day, fantasizing that the pure white figure at the entrance of the courtyard will appear again.”
"Her brewing technique is really bad; it doesn't taste like wine at all."
“But I liked it, so she brewed it. She said, ‘Grandma, I’ve buried a lot of wine under your yard. If I’m not here one day, I can keep it as a memento when I drink it.’ She would brew a new jar for every jar I drank.”
“Every time we get really drunk, I think to myself, there’s no way we can finish all this wine, and she’ll never leave me.”
"But things never turn out as I wish. The wine in my yard is getting less and less, and the longer it's left out, the more it tastes like wine."
"I was like a madman, drinking every day, and when I was drunk I could always vaguely see her."
"A year wasted like this, my cultivation has stagnated."
"If the wine in the yard hadn't run out, I really would have forgotten the hatred, and I really would have become a useless person because of this weak and ridiculous illusion."
"It's strange, but ever since then, my cultivation has been smooth sailing. Bottlenecks and inner demons have all disappeared."
"For three hundred years, I left the sect and struggled for three hundred years, finally reaching the pinnacle of this world. When I was undergoing tribulation, nothing could disturb my mind."
"That little bastard has become a big bastard, that is, the leader of the sect. His father has also become a reclusive master, the sect's supreme elder."
"Their sect is thriving and has long since swallowed up my previous sect."
"That day, it was the birth of that little bastard's great-great-grandson, that is, his grandson's grandson, and a grand banquet was held to invite guests from all directions."
“I smashed their mountain gate, and carrying my wife’s memorial tablet, the two of us charged straight up.”
"Do you know what their expressions were like back then? That bastard told me to only kill him and spare his descendants, saying that one should not bring misfortune upon one's family."
"And what about me? My parents had no cultivation and left this world early. She only had me as a close relative. Since the misfortune did not extend to her family, she was all I had at that time."
“I tied them all up and made them watch their descendants die before their eyes. I cut off their flesh and bones bit by bit.”
"Do you know his expression at that time? Despair, regret, crying. The newborn baby was like a ball of flesh that would break if you squeezed it."
"I endured for hundreds of years, with no one by my side, all thanks to them. A sect with millions of members, not one was spared. I crushed them into mincemeat, and the wild dogs around me ate it for a month, until it stank and still couldn't finish it."
"I married her remains, and never married again."
"It didn't take long for me to get here. My past is nothing to write home about; it's just a cliché story of a lovelorn man seeking revenge for his wife."
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