Why Are You Cultivating the Heartless Dao Too?

Written haphazardly in first person. This is a practice piece to turn a few stories about withered trees that I accidentally posted earlier into little saplings.

This is the first part! A complete one-shot. I'll expand it into a longer story later, but haven't posted it yet because I already have too many upcoming works!

Please note: nonhuman, unhinged, beautiful gong; the gong kills his wife with his own hands to prove his Dao.

Two fellow cultivators originally planned to kill each other's wives/husbands to prove their Dao, but the shou loved the gong so much that he crushed his own Dao fruit with his bare hands.

...And then his husband killed him to prove his Dao.

The shou discovers his husband has secretly been cultivating the heartless Dao and is left completely numb.

And the gong kills his wife to prove his Dao, then successfully goes off the rails.

A reborn story. I can't guarantee whether there'll be a wife-chasing crematorium, but the gong will go off the rails. His method of pursuing his wife... should be pretty strange.

A complete one-shot. You can treat it as a rough outline; I'll write more later.

Theme: If you love someone, love them well.