Day and Night, Searching for My Dead Wife

I don't actually like her.

I was born without the threads of affection, with no mother or father, no family or friends.

My master once joked that I was born to cultivate the heartless path, but I never did.

Because I had a Dao companion in the mortal world.

That was a marriage I had sworn to honor at any cost. A promise worth a thousand pieces of gold.

I don't actually love her.

By nature, I'm a loner. I should have been alone.

I joined the greatest sword sect under heaven, and in just three short years, I became the youngest personal disciple of the Grand Elder.

People said I was a once-in-a-century genius.

She, on the other hand, was an unaffiliated cultivator, with no sect or master, wandering the world without a trace.

Though we were husband and wife, we spent little time together. She always said she wanted to see the world outside and become my eyes, telling me how wonderful it was.

I didn't care. I told her the Great Dao was heartless and that she should focus on her cultivation.

She would turn away and cry out that I was awful.

She still left, traveling the world, stopping here and there.

I often received letters from her, mostly about interesting things that had happened to her, the friends she'd made, and... embarrassingly sweet words of love.

I rarely wrote back.

Then, after nearly three months without a word from her, I received a message from one of her friends.

Three months ago, a cultivator in Yongfeng Province had fallen to demonic corruption and nearly slaughtered half a town.

As it happened, she was in the market district, saying she wanted to make a tassel for me. She said it would look beautiful hanging from my sword.

My promise worth a thousand pieces of gold died in Yongfeng Province.

By nature, I'm a loner. I should have been alone.

I tracked down the cultivator who had fallen to demonic corruption and killed him. I didn't spare a single one of his former sectmates, relatives, or friends.

I didn't care about right or wrong.

My Dao heart grew unstable, and I fell to demonic corruption. After everyone surrounded me, I used my last bit of strength to escape into the demon realm.

It was a rare rainy day in the demon realm, and the cold seeped into my bones.

I was blind in one eye, and sword energy had sliced off half my arm and one of my legs.

I was born without the threads of affection.

I didn't love her, and I never told her I did.

Every divination foretold death. I trade my life for my wife's.

[Note]

1. The female lead is alive.

2. Narcissistic romance.

Theme: A promise worth a thousand pieces of gold.