Chen San is the most unpredictable force in the cultivation world. This person is neither wholly good nor wholly evil. Today, he razes the mountain of an immortal sect; tomorrow, he wipes out an entire demon clan. His enemies are spread across all three realms. There are enough people who hate him to stretch from the Sea of No Return all the way to the Ninth Heaven.
Qiu Wei is a mighty cultivator, revered by the world, who has lived in seclusion at the Sea of No Return for years. He is gentle and warm, treating people like a spring breeze. There are enough people hoping to get close to him to stretch from the Sea of No Return all the way to the Ninth Heaven.
Though they seem like people who would never cross paths, both their names have appeared on the Stone of Three Lives!
Everyone came to congratulate them.
But when they reached the mountain at the Sea of No Return, they saw two people clashing in midair, trading sword strikes and spells.
Everyone: “...Wait, aren't you two Daoist partners?!”
Chen San slashed with his sword, his face full of disgust. “Who would want to become Daoist partners with you? Disgusting.”
Qiu Wei swept his sleeve out, blocking the aftermath of the attack. “Your enemies stole strands of hair from both of us and used them to cast a love curse.”
Chen San's expression darkened. “Once we break the curse, we go our separate ways.”
Qiu Wei: “I couldn't ask for more.”
While searching for an antidote, Chen San's old enemies appeared one after another, using every trick in the book: formations, poison, traps, and ambushes.
At first, Chen San still cared about saving face and stubbornly said, “Don't move. I'll handle it myself.”
Qiu Wei really did stand back and watch him dart around on his own, fighting on one side, then the other.
Until one day, Chen San was surrounded on all sides by a group armed with magical treasures. After fighting until his arms were sore, he finally snapped and yelled without thinking:
“Qiu Wei! If you don't help me now, do you really want to be a widower?!”
Less than ten breaths after he finished speaking,
The attackers surrounding him vanished into ashes before they could even scream.
Qiu Wei dusted off his sleeves. “Don't get the wrong idea. I just don't think the title ‘widower’ sounds very nice.”
Premise: Stop overthinking
