Cui Yue was ordinary and unremarkable, with no cultivation at all, when she took on a very unusual task: impersonating an immortal lord's deceased wife.
She had heard of this immortal lord. He was the righteous path's foremost sword cultivator and the most promising prodigy to ascend to immortality. But they said he had been mad for a long time.
Cui Yue sighed. It seemed that a long life was not necessarily a good thing for cultivators.
At first, she hesitated a little. Even ordinary people like her, living at the foot of the mountain, had heard about the horrifying things this immortal lord did after his wife died. She was afraid too...
But in the end, Cui Yue accepted the job... simply because they were offering far too much...
They told her that she looked seven-tenths like his deceased wife. If she impersonated his wife for three years, steadied his Dao heart, and helped him advance and cultivate the Great Dao, she would receive a huge sum of money. They would also ensure that she and her parents lived without worries, illness, or disaster for the rest of their lives.
That offer was far too tempting for an ordinary person like her.
Fortune favors the bold. Cui Yue agreed.
She thought it was just a matter of acting. She would take the money and do the job properly, but if her life were truly in danger, she would run away. They couldn't blame her for that, could they...?
Nervously, Cui Yue met the immortal lord. He was indeed as handsome as the rumors said, beautiful as a celestial being from the heavens. But... he wasn't the madman the rumors described.
He looked perfectly normal.
Elegant as an orchid and a jade tree, bright and noble as the wind and moon. When he looked at her, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and his face wore a warm smile like a spring breeze. She was a little dazed...
He seemed to truly mistake her for his deceased wife. He was considerate and attentive, gentle in his manner, and even taught her to practice the Dao. Cui Yue also played the role of his wife earnestly, treating him with mutual respect. In her spare time, she would sun herself and practice magic, and life was quite pleasant.
But the entire sect maintained a kind of calm.
A... strange calm.
And just like that, three years passed in a flash.
After receiving the money she had been promised, Cui Yue packed her things and prepared to leave.
She hadn't said goodbye, and she couldn't say goodbye, so she planned to wait until nightfall and leave after he had fallen asleep.
The moon hung high in the sky. Just as she was about to leave the immortal sect, the cold moonlight stretched across her feet, and a vast shadow suddenly fell over her.
As if sensing something, Cui Yue looked up and saw him standing silently in her way, his long hair loose.
She looked at his eyes, on the verge of being swallowed by blood-red color. Her instinct for danger made her heart sink uncontrollably.
Only then did she understand that he really was the madman the rumors described.
A completely and utterly madman.
PS: Widower ghostlike male lead x honest, mild-mannered female lead
PPS: No mystery here. The female lead really is his deceased wife. I just want to enjoy a widower going mad from missing his wife, then going even madder when he gets her back only to risk losing her again. Hehe.
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