Everyone in the world of cultivation knows the name "Yu Qingyan" for two reasons.
First, he has been cultivating the ruthless way for hundreds of years and is the first immortal person in the world, as well as the most beautiful woman. He is dressed in white, his bones are made of frost and snow, and his face can put even the fairies in the Nine Heavens to shame.
The second is... No one in the world of cultivation dares to mention it, but everyone knows it well-he once had a Taoist companion, and that Taoist companion was still a man.
Everyone knows that the Immortal Master Yu Qingyan conquered the Mahayana, set out to overcome the tribulation, and became the best person in the world, by killing his husband to achieve enlightenment.
A hundred years of solitude, reaching the top. When monks all over the world saw him, they all bowed their heads and saluted, and respectfully called out "Your Majesty."
No one knew that the old wound in his heart would hurt when he meditated every night. To the end of practicing the ruthless way, one should have no sorrow, no joy, no anger and no anger.
But Yu Qingyan occasionally thinks of someone on a snowy night.
He didn't admit it was regret.
He cultivates the path of ruthlessness, ruthlessness and desirelessness, how can his heart be moved?
It's just a skeleton on the road to enlightenment... A skeleton.
…
When he opened his eyes again, Yu Qingyan found himself standing in front of the heart-washing pool where the sect chose its path.
The water in the pool was crystal clear, reflecting his young face. The junior brothers and sisters around him were chattering, discussing whether to choose the sword or the alchemy.
Yu Qingyan stared at the water in a daze, and by some strange mistake, he avoided the stone monument of Wuqingdao.
The master was startled: "Yan'er, you have been cultivating the ruthless way for hundreds of years, and your foundation has already been -"
"No more cultivation." Yu Qingyan said.
He couldn't explain why. Perhaps that hundred years was too long, so long that he was tired of even lying to himself.
Anyway, he won't cultivate in this life.
…
Shen Zhaodu was very quiet when he died.
He was just a casual cultivator in the past, and he was used to living in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests. Unexpectedly, once he came out of the mountain, he would be attracted by the most beautiful woman in the world for some reason.
Only later did he find out that it was Yu Qingyan's last "mortal relationship" before he cultivated the ruthless path.
Yu Qingyan wanted to cut off the seven emotions and six desires, so he became the victim of the sharp blade.
Seeing each other again a hundred years later, Yu Qingyan stood by the Xixin Pond, dressed in white as snow, with a peerless appearance, exactly the same as in his previous life.
Shen Zhaodu glanced at it from a distance and thought: Oh, it still looks so good.
Then he turned around and left.
Yu Qingyan: "?"
He stood there, watching the man pass by him without looking sideways or even giving him an extra glance.
It was clear that this person in the previous life could not walk when he saw him. Those extremely aggressive peach blossom eyes always smiled when facing him, slightly curved, and their gaze always seemed to stay on him. Why in this life...
Yu Qingyan pursed her lips and did not move.
He told himself he didn't mind. He is the number one person in the immortal world, why would he care if a casual cultivator doesn't look at him?
Three days later, Shen Zhaodu was setting up a stall selling talismans in the market, and Yu Qingyan happened to pass by.
Five days later, Shen Zhaodu was hunting monsters in the secret realm, and Yu Qingyan "happened" to be there too.
Seven days later, Shen Zhaodu was having dinner in a restaurant. Yu Qingyan sat at the next table and ordered a table of dishes without touching a single bite.
Shen Zhaodu finally raised his head and glanced at him.
Yu Qingyan's heart skipped a beat, but his face was cold and indifferent, showing the airs of the future number one in the immortal world.
Shen Zhaodu: "Fellow Taoist, are you following me?"
Yu Qingyan's fingers holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, and her eyelashes trembled: "... You look pretty good, can you share some with me?"
Shen Zhaodu looked at the Manchu and Han banquet on his table: "..."
Later, Shen Zhaodu finally came to him on his own initiative.
Yu Qingyan was practicing his sword when he saw the figure appearing at the gate of the mountain. The tip of the sword tilted and cut off half of the rockery.
He calmed down, sheathed his sword, and said coldly: "What's the matter?"
"You killed me to prove my truth in your previous life," Shen Zhaodu looked into his eyes, "How do you plan to repay that in this life?"
Yu Qingyan tightened his fingers suddenly.
The mountain breeze blew his clothes flying. He was standing at the highest point of the sect, the number one immortal in the world that monks looked up to. At this moment, he suddenly felt weak at his feet.
"... How do you want me to pay it back."
Shen Zhaodu took out the Immortal Binding Lock: "Excuse me, could you please get in by yourself?"
The copy was published on March 23, 2026, and has been screenshotted for storage.
Intention: If you have regret medicine, take it as soon as possible
