Lu Baichuan didn’t learn the truth until his soul was about to dissipate:
The mortal wife he had personally cast aside was now the merciless Dao Venerable feared throughout the cultivation world.
And he was the only crack in her Daoist heart.
The good news: he was reborn with all his memories from his previous life.
The bad news: he opened his eyes at her disciple-acceptance ceremony, and she was looking at him with an almost amused smile.
“This seat has several positions to fill,” her cool voice rang through the hall.
He lowered his head. “This disciple will accept the Dao Venerable’s arrangements.”
The corner of her lips lifted.
“Dung collector for the spirit beasts, water carrier for the alchemy room, root-removal boy in the medicine garden, lumberjack in the back mountains… They’re all yours.”
And so, the cultivation world gained a curious spectacle:
The merciless Dao Venerable’s servant disciple was sent to fish for the moon in a freezing pool one day, then dispatched to pick lotuses in a volcano the next.
Everyone laughed that he had angered the Dao Venerable, but they didn’t know that every night at midnight, the door to the Dao Venerable’s chamber opened for him alone.
She loved feeding him all sorts of “immortal pills.”
He coughed until his face turned red. “I-Is this refined with vinegar?”
She stroked his throat and chuckled. “So what if it is? When you wrote that divorce letter, did you ever imagine this day would come?”
She loved watching him cultivate.
The moment his attention wandered, her sword energy pressed against his back.
“Which junior sister are you looking at? Would you like your master to… gouge out those eyes for you?”
She loved leaving marks on him.
He sighed. “Dao Venerable, I still have to fetch water tomorrow.”
She bit his earlobe and whispered,
“Call me Master. Get it wrong one more time, and I’ll send you to the Cliff of Reflection… to fetch water for the rest of your life.”
Until the Demon Venerable led an army to their gates…
