Shen Jiangyue had spent half his life carefree and at ease, only to suffer a crushing defeat in Dongzhou.
They fell in love in seven days and planned to marry in three months. Through passionate embraces and tender intimacy, he naturally assumed theirs was a marriage blessed by heaven, unaware that danger had long been lying in wait.
Atop the sacrificial altar, blood flowed like a river. In a moment of reckless impulse, Shen Jiangyue lost the love of his life, his heart shattered and his tears exhausted.
Five hundred years passed. He wandered the world in search of something, like a walking corpse.
Then a young disciple suddenly entered his sight.
The young disciple was innocent and guileless, naive and inexperienced, and looked up to him with deep respect. Most importantly, he looked eight-tenths like someone from Shen Jiangyue's past.
He also had a tragic past and often found himself in danger. After Shen Jiangyue rescued him, he kept him by his side. Just as Shen Jiangyue had expected, the boy was obedient, sensible, and easy to fool.
Even when Shen Jiangyue plunged a sword into his body, the boy's face was twisted with pain and heartbreak. He tilted his head up and looked at him through tear-filled eyes. "My life was saved by Martial Uncle. If you want to take it back, you only have to tell me."
"Why set a trap and deceive me?"
Seeing the boy react that way, Shen Jiangyue's face remained impassive, but he could no longer drive the sword in even a fraction further.
In the end, he dropped the sword and fled in disgrace.
After fleeing to the Demon Realm, Shen Jiangyue killed the previous Demon Venerable, crushed the demons who refused to submit, and arrogantly took up residence in the lavish palace. Yet every night, he slept terribly.
There was no sun or moon in the Demon Realm. The sky remained dark for all eternity. Shen Jiangyue disliked the darkness, so he placed eighty-one night pearls in the main hall.
But one night, a cold wind swept into the hall. As the gauzy curtains stirred, a shadowy figure appeared by the window. He turned around, revealing the face of the ex-husband Shen Jiangyue had longed for day and night.
He looked at Shen Jiangyue tenderly, but when he spoke, he accused him of abandoning his old love to seek a new one.
At the same time, all eighty-one night pearls in the hall dimmed, and a chill presence crept onto Shen Jiangyue's bed.
In the dim light, Shen Jiangyue saw Jiang Baihe's eyes, red as if they were dripping blood, staring at him like a cold, venomous snake.
"Martial Uncle, my chest hurts so much..."
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