My Fallen Immortal Husband Regrets It

[Main story complete] [Cool and aloof yet unhinged male lead x gentle, innocent beauty of a female lead] [The untouchable flower's groveling redemption arc] One accident, and a love potion led me to consummate my engagement with the man I had admired for so long. I was a frail orphan with terrible aptitude, while Shen Changli was a once-in-ten-thousand-years sword cultivator with a Cold Soul Sword Bone, a snow-clad sword immortal who had renounced love. When I came to, a cold sword was pressed against my throat. Our betrothal, arranged by our parents when we were babies, had been nothing but a joke. Proud and indifferent as he was, he saw it as a terrible disgrace and nearly killed me with one stroke of his sword. The sect's junior sister clutched the Shen family's heirloom jade pendant and wept pitifully as she begged me to give Shen Changli back to her. My spiritual roots were damaged. The junior sister was a heaven-sent genius, charming and lovely, and had grown up alongside Shen Changli. I was the interloper who came along later. The whole sect doted on the junior sister. So I volunteered to be sacrificed to the demon on her behalf. That day, Shen Changli stood in white, cold as frost. He coolly asked why it was the junior sister who had gone, and not me. That was until my disguise spell failed and my real face was revealed. I smiled at him. As his expression changed drastically, the flames had already consumed my body, and my soul was utterly destroyed. * Only after I died did I learn that we were living inside a book. The junior sister was the chosen heroine, surrounded by countless men who adored her. Shen Changli was her first love, and the most beloved of all her admirers, the white moonlight in her heart. I was a nobody, a supporting female character who wasn't even worthy of touching the hem of Shen Changli's robe. I watched their love story with great interest, watching them fall into a passionate, angsty romance full of melodramatic entanglements, and seeing how the naturally loveless, untouchable flower would fall from his pedestal. What a wonderful love story. * After being reborn, I lived quite well and found myself a new demon-beast husband, whom I was preparing to marry. But on my wedding night, I saw him again. His face was still as beautiful as jade, his white robes still as pure as snow, but a blood-red mark now stained his forehead. The once-famous Young Master Fuxue, known throughout the Eight Wastes, had become a terrifying demon whom everyone feared. They said that on the day of the demon sacrifice, he had gone mad and slaughtered the entire sect. Even the junior sister, his white moonlight, had been pierced through the heart with a single sword thrust, offered as a sacrifice to his blade. His long, slender fingers held my husband's head. Demons were unreasonable, brutal, and bloodthirsty. He lifted my veil, and pain pierced my neck. "You belong to me," the demon murmured. That night, Shen Changli broke every vow he had kept for a day, doing all the things he had once despised as base, wicked demons would do. * Shen Changli was born in the icy sea, a celestial being from birth, cold-hearted and incapable of understanding love. Back then, he had no idea that one day the cinnabar mole in his heart, forever beyond his grasp, would torment him until he bowed and begged for even one more glance from her. [Reading Notes] 1. Third-person narration. The male lead appears cool and aloof, but is actually extreme and possessive, an unhinged obsessive. The female lead is relatively emotionally stable. The story will explain the events in the blurb. 2. Both leads are each other's first and only. 3. Angsty groveling romance with melodramatic twists. Later chapters contain elements of coercive possession. Skip if that's not for you. Coming soon: She Died on the Night the Ruthless Sword Venerable Wed [An untouchable flower on the ruthless path breaks his vows and goes mad for love] [A gap in status, groveling redemption arc, coercive possession] [An aloof sword venerable who sits high upon the altar and craves control x a clever, sweet mortal girl] Zhen Zhen was nothing more than a medicine prepared for the sword venerable's private use. Though she was a mortal girl, she was clever and obedient, with a sweet and lovely appearance. That was just enough to make her suitable. That night, on the Cold Jade Terrace, a godlike man sat upright with his clothes still on. His cool, clear eyes held not a trace of desire. He regarded her as if she were an ant. "Know your place. Don't dream of anything you have no right to want." The sword venerable of Mingyu Sect was the head of a great clan and the leader of the immortal sects. Born to unmatched privilege, he was distant and unfeeling. His only exception was the saintess Xue Ruo. He indulged her and gave her everything he could. When she spoke, he would not refuse her request to take the nameless, unranked maid at his side. The sword venerable's poison was cured. The sword venerable was about to wed the saintess. Red stretched as far as the eye could see, from the mountainsides to the fields. And the lowly mortal girl who was no longer of use was expelled from Mingyu Mountain. She never made it out of the maze. She froze to death in the snow. She had come into this world, only for her short eighteen-year life to end like this. * The sword venerable fell into darkness on his wedding day. The groom abandoned his bride and searched the mountain for a mortal girl. Pei Lian, dressed in red, lifted the girl's frozen body from the snow formation. He stared at it for a long time. Then, suddenly, blood spilled from his mouth. The cinnabar mark between his brows changed color, and the Ruthless Path was broken. On his wedding night, the groom killed his bride. Pei Lian fell into darkness, becoming a wicked demon who defied heaven and violated the natural order, sparing no evil in his quest to use forbidden arts to bring her back to life. * The day Pei Lian held his wedding with his beloved wife, Ji Zhen, before the eyes of the Three Realms was also the day the righteous sects launched their campaign to exterminate demons. The bride's loose brocade robes covered faint red marks, while the gold locks on her wrists and ankles jingled softly. Together with the groom, she accepted the congratulations of the assembled demons. Outside the tower, the demon-slaying formation was complete, its power soaring into the heavens. It would make sure this demon's soul scattered and he would never be reborn. Pei Lian stood atop the mountain and looked down, scoffed, and drew his sword. A single flash of light took countless heads. When he turned back, everyone saw it. The proud sword venerable, who had never once lowered his gaze, witnessed the most unforgettable sight of his life. His sweet, obedient little wife, whom he had sought across a hundred lifetimes, lifted her veil, smiled at him, and leapt from the tower without looking back, plunging into the demon-slaying formation. See you again. "This is the ending that suits you best, Pei Lian." Later, people said that the Ruthless Path's divine lord, once seated alone high upon his dais, had fallen completely into the mire and gone mad for love. He traveled across the Three Realms, humbling himself in the dust, all to beg for a fragment of his dead wife's soul. [Reading Guide] 1. Both leads are each other's first and only; happy ending; possessive, obsessive love. The female lead is not dead and doesn't want to die. The male lead is an overbearing, unhinged tyrant, an entitled aristocrat of the cultivation world, domineering and a bastard. 2. Old-school angsty romance, strong male lead and weak female lead, first the female lead suffers, then the male lead. 3. Old-fashioned melodrama, a sea of hatred and love. No one is innocent. The male lead starts out supremely noble and ends up utterly humble. If all that works for you, then you're all set, qvq Theme: Love this beautiful world because you are in it