After the Sickly Immortal Venerable Was Left a Widower

Wen Banxue was the most beautiful person in the world, and also the world's biggest... dependent vine. His Dao companion, Xie Junci, was the number one sword cultivator. With Xie Junci backing him, Wen Banxue had made countless enemies and never suffered a setback. Enemy number one: His disciple. Seventeen years ago, his young disciple broke the rules. Wen Banxue made him kneel in the snow for ten days and nights, then had him flogged until he was bloody and battered before personally expelling him from the sect. But fortunes change. The disciple went to the Demon Realm for a while. And became the Demon Venerable. Wen Banxue: "..." Number two: His childhood friend. Wen Banxue and his childhood friend had been inseparable since they were young, but as the world changed, they eventually became strangers. The day after they crossed swords, the childhood friend went to Crane Valley for a while. And became the Medicine Sage. Wen Banxue: "...?" Number three: The demon cultivator he picked up. On the day winter began, Wen Banxue came across a dying red fox and brought it back to the sect to heal. He never expected the little fox to have the audacity to send him flowers carried by white birds once it had recovered. With a cool expression, Wen Banxue said, "Boring," and cut down the birds and flowers with his sword. Heartbroken, the little fox went to roam the lands of the Nine Provinces. And became the Demon King. Wen Banxue: "...??" Even after offending all three, Wen Banxue, who couldn't hurt a fly, continued to get away with doing as he pleased on the strength of his beauty and his husband. With Xie Junci protecting him, no one could lay a hand on him. Everyone in the cultivation world thought this troublemaking dependent vine would keep courting disaster forever. But Xie Junci died. Wen Banxue was left a widower. >>> Wen Banxue was a sword cultivator like his Dao companion, yet he hadn't touched a sword in ten years. He really was a good-for-nothing. Everyone wondered how long he could possibly survive. They waited seven days. He was fine. They waited a month. He was fine. They waited a year. He was still bouncing around, alive and well. Everyone was baffled and couldn't figure it out. Until one day, above the perilous sea, the white-robed beauty drew his sword nonchalantly before the gods and demons of the heavens. Ten years of cold light. One sword split the sun. Theme: None