The Ruthless Daoist Beauty Immortal Venerable Regrets Killing Her Husband

No one in the cultivation world had never heard the name "Yu Qingyan," for two reasons.

First, he had cultivated the Path of Heartlessness for a hundred years. He was the foremost immortal cultivator of the age, and the most beautiful person alive. His white robes fluttered like snow, his bones seemed carved from frost, and his face put even the goddesses of the Ninth Heaven to shame.

Second... No one in the cultivation world dared mention it, but everyone knew: he once had a Dao companion, and that companion was a man.

Everyone knew that Immortal Venerable Yu Qingyan had attained the Mahayana realm, advanced to Tribulation Transcendence, and become the greatest cultivator under heaven by proving his Dao through killing his husband.

After a hundred years of loneliness, he stood at the summit. Every cultivator who saw him bowed their head and respectfully addressed him as "Venerable."

No one knew that every night, as he meditated, an old wound in his chest would throb faintly. The Path of Heartlessness, when cultivated to its end, was supposed to leave one without sorrow or joy, anger or desire.

Yet sometimes, on snowy nights, Yu Qingyan would think of someone.

He refused to admit that he regretted anything.

He cultivated the Path of Heartlessness, free from feelings and desires. How could his heart ever be moved?

That man was just a corpse on the road to enlightenment... Nothing but a corpse.

When he opened his eyes again, Yu Qingyan found himself standing before the Heart-Cleansing Pool, where disciples chose their cultivation paths.

The water was crystal clear, reflecting his youthful face. The junior disciples around him chattered excitedly about whether to choose the Sword Path or the Alchemy Path.

Yu Qingyan stared blankly at the water. As if possessed, he walked past the stone stele for the Path of Heartlessness.

His master was startled. "Yan'er, you've cultivated the Path of Heartlessness for a hundred years. Your foundation is already..."

"I'm not cultivating it anymore," Yu Qingyan said.

He couldn't explain why. Perhaps a hundred years had been too long, long enough for him to grow tired of lying to himself.

No matter what, he wouldn't cultivate it in this life.

Shen Zhaodu died quietly.

He had once been an ordinary rogue cultivator, used to shutting himself away in the deep mountains and forests. He never expected that after finally venturing out, the most beautiful person under heaven would somehow take an interest in him.

Only later did he learn that he was the last worldly attachment Yu Qingyan had before cultivating the Path of Heartlessness.

Yu Qingyan wanted to cut off all seven emotions and six desires, so Shen Zhaodu became the sacrifice beneath that blade.

A hundred years later, they met again. Yu Qingyan stood beside the Heart-Cleansing Pool, white-robed as snow and peerlessly beautiful, exactly as he had been in his previous life.

Shen Zhaodu glanced at him from afar and thought, Oh, still as good-looking as ever.

Then he turned and walked away.

Yu Qingyan: "?"

He stood there, watching helplessly as the man passed by without so much as a sideways glance.

In their previous life, this man had clearly... Clearly been unable to look away from him. Those striking, flirtatious eyes always smiled when they looked at Yu Qingyan, their gaze seeming to linger on him. So why was he like this in this life...?

Yu Qingyan pressed his lips together and stayed still.

He told himself he didn't care. He was the foremost immortal cultivator in the world. Why should it matter whether some rogue cultivator looked at him?

Three days later, Shen Zhaodu set up a stall in the market to sell talismans, and Yu Qingyan "happened" to pass by.

Five days later, Shen Zhaodu went monster hunting in a secret realm, and Yu Qingyan "happened" to be there too.

Seven days later, Shen Zhaodu ate at an inn. Yu Qingyan sat at the next table and ordered a feast, but didn't touch a single bite.

Shen Zhaodu finally looked up at him.

Yu Qingyan's heart skipped a beat, but he kept his face cool and aloof, putting on the airs of the future foremost immortal cultivator.

Shen Zhaodu: "Fellow Daoist, are you stalking me?"

Yu Qingyan's fingers tightened around his chopsticks, his lashes trembling. "...Your noodles look good. Can I have some?"

Shen Zhaodu looked at the banquet spread across Yu Qingyan's table. "..."

Later, Shen Zhaodu finally came to find him of his own accord.

Yu Qingyan was practicing his swordsmanship. When he saw that figure appear at the mountain gate, the tip of his sword veered off and sliced away half a fake mountain.

He steadied himself, sheathed his sword, and asked coldly, "What do you want?"

"About how you killed me to prove your Dao in your previous life," Shen Zhaodu said, meeting his eyes. "How are you planning to repay me in this life?"

Yu Qingyan's fingers clenched tight.

The mountain wind howled, tossing his sleeves. Standing at the highest point of the sect, he was the foremost cultivator under heaven, looked up to by all. Yet in that moment, he felt his footing grow unsteady.

"...How do you want me to repay you?"

Shen Zhaodu took out a binding rope. "Would you be so kind as to climb into this yourself, Venerable?"

Blurb posted on March 23, 2026. Screenshots saved as proof.

Theme: If you get a chance to take a regret-erasing pill, take it as soon as you can.