After My Bad Ending with the Divine Lord, I Cultivated the Way of Ruthlessness

The main story is complete. Extras are being updated. They told me my husband was a god from the Ninth Heaven. At first, I was overjoyed. I even wondered how an ordinary mortal like me could ever deserve such an aloof and untouchable man. I put up with the harassment, humiliation, and jealousy from his palace's obsessive fangirl, all just to survive long enough to become his official wife. Who could have guessed that one day he'd come to me out of nowhere and lay it all on the line? Not only did he plainly tell me he wanted to break up, he also confessed that I was nothing but a trial of love for him. I was done with him. Looking back on my glorious past, I realized that I'd been a lovesick fool who eloped with a (supposedly) poor young man, giving up a wealthy life for him. I felt like the foolish heroine in one of those stories written by a scholar, doing everything just to prove I was a joke. The day we broke up, he gave me an ugly sword and told me that things took after their owners, and that the sword was just like me. I thought about it, and figured he was insulting me. The Three Mountains, Ten Seas, and Rakshasa Lands, the natural god who has forgotten all emotion... Isn't this just cultivation? My rage was at its peak, and I happened to discover a whole new world. So I took up the path of cultivating the emotionless way, and the farther I went, the more unhinged I became. Much later, I accidentally fell into a small world and got caught by a secret technique of the Hehuan Sect. I lost control and took advantage of someone there. I was just about to take responsibility when I realized he was my long-forgotten ex. Well, what goes around comes around. How could I get my revenge for what he did to me without turning the tables and manipulating him? “I'm sorry, but this Daoist cultivates the emotionless way and cannot fall in love.” “You're wonderful, but mortals and cultivators are different. Don't wait for me.” A hundred years later, the Divine Lord of the B Wu Palace returned from his tribulation. As I was ascending to immortality, all the sects tried to recruit me. Qionghua Beiyuan was especially enthusiastic, grabbing my hand and urging me to join their cave abode. I was caught between them all when I heard the Divine Lord of the B Wu Palace say coolly, “I've waited fifty years for you.” “Oh? So what? You waited for me, so I have to go with you?” #Men only slow me down when I'm drawing my sword# #With no man in my heart, my blade is divine# Content Warning: A melodramatic groveling romance. The male lead is trashy early on, and the heroine is lovesick early on. The story differs slightly from the blurb. P.S. Want me to add you as a friend and tell you the ending directly, or list the main idea of each chapter? Upcoming story: My Imperial Sister Is a Black Lotus Princess Yongjia, Lu Wanwan, falls gravely ill. When she wakes, she has memories of her past life. She realizes that all her former splendor was no more than smoke, that even a lofty tower can collapse overnight, that those who said they loved her would eventually leave, and that those who revered her couldn't wait to kick her when she was down. Only her unrelated imperial brother remained true to her. So Lu Wanwan decides to use the favor she currently enjoys to put Lu Yu on the throne. Lu Yu harbors an unspeakable secret he cannot share with anyone. Ever since he was old enough to understand, he has stayed by his imperial sister's side, clearing the way and watching over her. Then one day, he realizes that his feelings are forbidden and that he has developed thoughts he should never have had. People in this world are mostly faithless and disloyal. Only he will love her until death. No blood relation, fake siblings, a dark heroine and a green tea hero, both willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want. The heroine has a golden finger that lets her hear other people's thoughts. Core Idea: Life is a process of cultivation. To become a better person, you must keep enriching yourself.