The Strongest Substitute in the Cultivation World

I've always known I was a substitute. My husband, Emperor Zhuxiao, doesn't love me. He married me only because I look like his dead white moonlight. Everyone in the cultivation world thinks I'm pitiful. They look at me with pity mixed with mockery, and laugh behind my back: "Hah, just a substitute." My husband doesn't love me, making me the most miserable woman in everyone's eyes. No one knows that actually... I'm having the time of my life! Emperor Zhuxiao may be a scumbag, but he's the richest man in the cultivation world, and half its spirit mines belong to him. You have no idea how satisfying it is to secretly transfer your husband's assets. Emperor Zhuxiao loves collecting magical treasures. His armory could be called a second Sword Tomb. You have no idea how thrilling it is to steal your husband's treasures right under his nose. Emperor Zhuxiao is the strongest in the cultivation world, and his pure yang constitution makes him perfect for absorbing yang energy to nourish yin. You have no idea how delightful it is to lie still and feel your cultivation shoot up every day. Later, after I'd emptied my husband's coffers, stolen all his treasures, and cultivated to the Mahayana stage, just one step away from attaining the Great Dao, my husband was useless to me, so I decided to fake my death. As luck would have it, my husband's white moonlight came back to life. So my villainous male bestie and I set up a classic, melodramatic choice between two people. The white moonlight and I stood on the Demonfall Cliff, while my bestie asked Emperor Zhuxiao with a wicked grin which one he'd save. As expected, he chose the white moonlight. Perfect. I stood on the Demonfall Cliff and smiled at him. The wind whipped my red robe around me. For the first time in my life, I smiled so happily. I said, "Xiao Yuqi, I hold grudges. I never forgive anyone who betrays me. I will never forgive you. Never." Then I leapt from the Demonfall Cliff, taking all my husband's assets with me. I'm truly so miserable. Really. I don't have a husband anymore. All I have is more money than I can count, tens of thousands of magical treasures, and peerless cultivation! Being invincible, in every sense of the word, is so lonely. Reading guide: The blurb is written in first person, but the main story is written in third person. The scumbag gets what's coming to him, and there's a wife-chasing crematorium. An extremely, extremely, extremely fiery one. Theme: Spirit stones are a woman's best friends