Everyone in the cultivation world said that Cui Yushi, the widow of Jian Zun, was crazy.
In the seventh year of her widowhood, she unexpectedly raised a boy who looked very much like her deceased husband. She taught him swordsmanship every day and warmed his wine every night. Even watching him lose his mind while practicing was like looking at another person through him.
"It's just a stand-in transformed from a plant orchid." Everyone shook their heads, their voices mixed with pity and disdain, "The spirit of plants and trees, something that is not even a spiritual root, is it worthy of the Sword Lord's glory?"
Haili himself thought so too.
He cultivated his human form from a wild orchid, and for five years he took her shelter, learned her swordsmanship, and lived under her roof. She treated him well, but never crossed the line; when she looked at him, her eyes always seemed to be separated by a layer of rain. He knew who he looked like, and he was willing to look like him - after all, without that 70% resemblance, he should have been scattered and cultivated into elixirs on the day of his transformation.
Everyone knows that the sword master and his wife were once a couple of gods and immortals, and they were made for each other.
But after that catastrophe, all that came back was a broken sword and a suicide note. The world of cultivation erected a tomb for him, and people mourned and sighed. The sword master died a heroic death as a martyr.
Cui Yushi was the only one who didn't cry.
She locked his broken sword into the deepest box of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and picked up a wilted orchid in the mud of the secret realm.
"Your bones are too weak," she said to the trembling grass sprout, "but your soul is still clean."
Lancao didn't understand, so she just rubbed three leaves into her palm.
She named him "Haili" - the sea means Wangchuan Sea, and Li means separation and separation.
Concept: There is no substitute for true love.