Turns Out My Husband Had Been Dead for Ten Years

Wu Changyue was the senior disciple of Lingyun Sect, the personal disciple of True Person Ziyun, and the designated successor to the sect leadership. A heaven-blessed prodigy, he was so exceptionally talented that he won first place at the Myriad Arts Tournament before he had even turned twenty, becoming the greatest swordsman under heaven. Yet an accident led him to marry a mortal woman. Though she was beautiful and gentle, she had no aptitude for cultivation and was destined to be a burden. Everyone who heard about it could only sigh over what a shame it was. Hua Ming had been a farmer's daughter from a village in Jiangnan. She married into the legendary, lofty world of the immortals and became the wife of Lingyun Sect's chief disciple. Everyone said she was lucky, blessed by eight lifetimes of good fortune. But only she knew the truth: in ten years of marriage, Wu Changyue had never once touched her. She had come up with countless excuses for her husband's strange coldness, until one day she heard him say with her own ears that he had only married her out of a promise and had never loved her. Hua Ming's heart finally died. Then, in a single moment, she returned to ten years earlier, when she had just followed Wu Changyue into Lingyun Sect. Faced with the taunts of the women who admired him, she had tried to prove she was worthy of him. Despite only just beginning her cultivation, she had forced herself to leap into the Bihan Pool, injuring her foundations and losing the ability to cultivate forever. This time, when a female disciple provoked her with the same rude taunts, Hua Ming didn't respond. She smiled coldly and walked away with effortless grace. “Whoever wants to jump can jump. I'm not jumping.” Wu Changyue was publicly the foremost disciple of an immortal sect, but secretly the Supreme Asura, plotting to destroy the Nine Provinces. He schemed and killed without hesitation, and everything went according to plan. But he never imagined that after he fell unconscious from a serious injury for just one month, his other personality would find him a “wife.” Chang Yue: “Her resilience and kindness are the only way I could think of to stop you from leading us to our destruction...” Wu Changyue disdained her, but because Chang Yue existed, he couldn't divorce her. So he could only ignore the woman's existence. He watched coldly as Hua Ming grew sadder and more disappointed, assuming she would quietly spend the rest of her life in Yuehua Hall. Then one day, he realized his “wife” had suddenly changed. She was no longer cautious and attentive, no longer tender and affectionate. She had embarked on the immortal path and entered the sect tournament, and she looked at him as if he were no more than a cabbage... Later, the two of them fell into danger and had to rely on each other. Wu Changyue gradually found himself drawn to Hua Ming. But before he could confess his love, he saw a memorial tablet in her bedroom. It read: “My late husband, Wu Changyue.” Wu Changyue: “...” Hua Ming: “Ever since I came to Lingyun Sect, my husband changed from gentle and considerate to cold and heartless. I made excuses for him and tried so hard, but I never imagined the person I loved had already died...” “The person standing before me now is just a stranger.” Message: Accept your imperfect self.