Days and Nights Searching for My Dead Wife

I actually don't like her. I was born without love, mother or father, relatives or friends. Master joked that I was born a child of the ruthless path, but I did not cultivate the ruthless path. Because I have a Taoist companion in the mortal world. That was my promise, a thousand pieces of gold, a marriage. A promise, a thousand pieces of gold. I don't actually love her. Being a solitary person by nature, I was supposed to be alone. I became a member of the No. 1 Sword Sect in the world, and in just three years, I became the youngest direct disciple of the Great Elder. Some people say that I am a genius that comes only once in a century. And she is a wandering cultivator with no family or sect. Although we are a couple, she and I spend less time together and more time apart. She always says that she wants to see the outside world, and she wants to be my eyes and tell me how wonderful the outside world is. I didn't care and told her that the great road is ruthless and she should concentrate on her practice. She turned around and shouted that I was disgusting. She was still gone, traveling and stopping. I often receive letters from her, mostly about interesting things she has experienced, friends she has made, and... Disgusting love words. I rarely reply to letters. After that, I had no news from her for three months, and I received a message from her friend. Three months ago, a monk fell into a demon state in Yongfeng Prefecture and slaughtered almost half of the town. Unfortunately, she was in the market and said she would make me a tassel, which would look great on my sword. My beloved daughter died in Yongfeng Prefecture. Being a solitary person by nature, I should actually be alone. I found the possessed monk and killed him. I have not spared any of his classmates, relatives, and close friends during his lifetime. Right or wrong, I don't care. My mind was unstable and I became a demon. After being surrounded and suppressed by everyone, I tried my best to escape into the demon world with my last breath. It was a rare rain that day in the Demon Realm, and the chill hit my bones. I lost one eye, and the sword energy cut off half of my arm and one leg. I was born without love. I don't love her, and I never said I loved her. The hexagrams and hexagrams cannot give birth, and my life is exchanged for my wife. Purpose: A promise worth a thousand pieces of gold