My Husband Who Cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness Regrets It

Synopsis: Pre-collected story "After Turning the Flower of the High Mountains into a Furnace Cauldron" seeking your collection. The synopsis is at the very bottom~

[Chase Wife Crematorium + Hate Sea Love Sky]

"She could have killed me, but she didn't. She loved me."

Fake lovesick, truly heartless female protagonist x fake heartless, truly breaking down male protagonist.

Meng Chiwan was one of the most ordinary people in the mortal world, just like thousands of mortals, wanting to cultivate immortality and escape the suffering sea of the mortal world.

It wasn't until she found the dying Yun Xianqing that she finally had an immortal destiny, a chance to escape the suffering sea of the mortal world.

But the price was that she was expelled from her home and became homeless. She could only live with Yun Xianqing in a cheap haunted house, listening to ghosts tell tales of grievances.

From then on, Yun Xianqing patiently guided her into the sect, helped her build her foundation, and taught her cultivation techniques she had never seen before.

He said, "Fate is an illusion. Since you saved me, then I am your immortal destiny."

At that time, she truly felt that all the hardships in the world had an end. She had met her dreamy heaven on earth.

Later, Yun Xianqing said he wanted to marry her. So she put on the red veil, her heart full of anticipation for her groom to lift it, anticipating her own wedding night.

She thought it would be fine to live this life, to be his wife obediently.

Until a long sword pierced her heart.

Yun Xianqing's hands rested on the edge of the veil, and he never managed to lift it before she died.

She finally understood that Yun Xianqing had never loved her; she was merely a tool for his enlightenment.

All the intimacy and acquaintance were nothing but a complete deception, a mirage in the heaven on earth.

Fortunately, she didn't completely die.

When she woke up again, she stood at the foot of the immortal sect, her heart full of sweet affection replaced by intense sorrow and resentment.

All her beautiful memories were discarded. Meng Chiwan forced herself to stop thinking about the groom she never married.

She only remembered that she still had revenge to exact and grievances to settle. And the source of her hatred was called Yun Xianqing.

She had no parents, no relatives, and no friends in this world. Only two things drove her to live.

First, she had yet to see – the true heaven on earth.

Second – Yun Xianqing had yet to experience true hell.

Little Theater:

Later, she watched coldly as he repeatedly tested her, lowering himself to the dust, and pleaded with her a thousand times by any means necessary.

In the deep night, rain poured down. Yun Xianqing was soaked through, no longer possessing the unworldly appearance of an immortal lord he once had.

He held an umbrella for her, and even the mist could not hide the sickness in his eyes.

He begged her to love him. Even if it was exploitation, even if it was a substitute. Just don't abandon him.

She, however, smiled distantly and slowly pushed the sword's tip into his heart. "What love or hate can I discuss with the Immortal Lord? You were merely kind to me.

Thank you, Immortal Lord... for becoming the only immortal destiny on my open and transparent immortal path."

User Guide:

1. The male protagonist is truly crazy and easily provoked.

2. Literature of hate sea and love sky, full of dog blood. Do not enter if you dislike it.

3. An evolving female protagonist. She is an ordinary person in the early stages and will become stronger later, but she is not an all-powerful heroine, nor is she perfect.

4. Limited writing ability, apologies for any impact on your reading experience.

5. There are minor household struggle plots in the early stage, but they will end quickly.

6. My personal interpretation of Xianxia, with many self-set rules.

Pre-collected story "After Turning the Flower of the High Mountains into a Furnace Cauldron"

Feel free to click and collect if interested.

Synopsis is as follows:

Song Wanting had always been well-behaved, known as a naive junior sister among her peers and an obedient young girl to her elders. Everyone believed she would never do anything out of line.

Only Wen Jingyi knew how this girl, who seemed as docile as a rabbit with soft ears, could innocently stir cruelty and slowly feed him aphrodisiacs.

The first time Song Wanting met Wen Jingyi was on her disciple-acceptance ceremony.

At that time, Wen Jingyi stood on a high platform, full of arrogance, as if nothing in the world could enter his eyes, including Song Wanting.

She thought then, this must be the legendary Sword Dao master who could split a hundred years of peace with a single sword; he was truly beyond ordinary people.

Later, when she was imprisoned and desperately writing her will with her last breath, the wind and snow suddenly stopped. She looked up and saw Wen Jingyi again.

He saved her incidentally.

It was the first time she truly looked at him, like a lonely peak after snow, his calm expression always carrying a hint of indifference and aloofness.

At that time, she thought, this person was truly everything she liked from head to toe.

She wanted him to like her, to have her fill his eyes. She didn't care about any lonely peaks or lingering snow.

But no matter how she pursued him, even feigning tears and begging bitterly, Wen Jingyi never wavered in the slightest.

Until one day, Wen Jingyi briefly lost his cultivation and the next time he opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar manor.

Song Wanting lost her patience. She imprisoned him, carved demonic patterns on him, and under his cold gaze, made him call her master, tormenting him to her heart's content.

"I'm sorry, I just like you so much."

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A batch of new inner disciples joined the sect, and Wen Jingyi was supposed to be present.

Bored, he swept his gaze down, noticing a girl with excellent bone structure.

She looked very well-behaved, performing her salutes properly, and even her smile was neither too strong nor too weak, appearing harmless and uninteresting.

Such a person would be most suitable to cultivate into a great power in the future and pacify all directions.

He merely glanced at her and left.

Who knew that later, they would have numerous interactions.

Even less did he know that she could personally pull him down from the high platform, carve forbidden game tattoos on him that only those who submitted possessed, and make him her furnace cauldron.

He should have hated her to the extreme. Yet he loved her to the extreme.

No one knew that the ever-perfect Wen Jingyi had yearned for intense variables for years. His insatiable heart craved unrestrained, pathological love.

Later, when the truth was revealed, Song Wanting brushed past his hair, never looking at him again.

She seemed to have found her next target.

But Wen Jingyi, on every sleepless night, deepened the demonic patterns that should have been erased, line by line, until desire consumed him, and his eyes held no one but her.

"Love me a little more, please." Later, as she donned her wedding dress to marry someone else, jealousy finally burned through Wen Jingyi. His sword, which had vanquished all demons and wicked spirits, turned towards her groom-to-be.

"She must love me. She can only love me."

Innocent and cruel x High and mighty flower.

Content Tags: Fantasy Space, Love Plus Plus, Immortal Heroes, Eastern Fantasy, Ancient Fantasy, Chase Love, Crematorium.

Meng Chiwan, Yun Xianqing.

One-sentence summary: Did the ex-husband suddenly become gloomy? Answer: He was just pretending before.

Concept: Become your own support.