Jiang Shiyu died, and everyone said she was killed by the poison her husband had sent her.
Her husband was her junior fellow disciple, Wen Xi. He was kind, innocent, and not very talkative. He cared nothing for wealth or power. Though he possessed a talent rarely seen in the cultivation world in ten thousand years, he willingly stayed at humble Qingfeng Terrace to look after her in her frail health.
He was the husband her parents had carefully chosen for her. In their three years of marriage, they bickered and made up, sweet as any young couple. He was like her little shadow, always clinging to her side.
She was frail and often ill, so whenever she made a mistake, he knelt in punishment in her place. Whenever she caused trouble, he was always there to clean up after her. To cure her illness, he took her all across the cultivation world.
On Qingfeng Terrace in the dead of night, he held her hand and said, "Once we cure your illness, Little Fish, we'll go down the mountain together with our swords and do chivalrous deeds, saving all the people of the world."
Even as she lay dying, Jiang Shiyu was still looking forward to the day that dream would come true.
When she opened her eyes again, Jiang Shiyu was reborn five hundred years later. By then, the Six Realms had undergone earth-shaking changes. Her husband, once so noble-minded and indifferent to wealth and power, had become the ruler of the Six Realms, the supreme God King.
It turned out he had never been an orphan with no parents. He was the most noble Crown Prince of the God Realm, the only god in all the eight wildernesses and six realms to successfully cultivate the emotionless path.
The years they had spent as husband and wife among mortals five hundred years ago had been nothing more than a minor deviation in his ten thousand years of cultivation. Once his tribulation ended, he swept away his sleeve and left. In his eyes, their past affection faded like smoke and clouds.
He watched coldly as her entire family was slaughtered and a fire burned for nine days and nights at Qingfeng Terrace.
He sent someone with a cup of poisoned wine. The messenger said, "His Highness the Crown Prince is brilliant and magnificent, destined to become the ruler of the Six Realms and king of all gods. You... are simply unworthy!"
Unworthy.
Because of those two words, she had to die, and everything connected to her had to vanish without a trace.
So she picked up her sword and walked down the path that led in the opposite direction from his.
Even if heaven and earth stood against her, she would never regret it, even if it cost her life!
Theme: Devote yourself to the Dao.
