Starting Today, I Cultivate the Heartless Path

Wen Xiwuyu first met Han Rusheng when she was eighteen, a princess of a small earthly kingdom. When her country was in peril, she entered an immortal sect to seek a way to save it. Sadly, her pleas were too faint, and no one cared. One day, she wandered into an old temple. On the altar stood a statue of a handsome young man. The young man sat on a high dais, his red robes faded, his eyes lowered and closed. The statue was cracked. She knelt before it and prayed devoutly, asking the immortals to save her country. The immortal answered her. Only later did she learn that the temple enshrined Han Rusheng, head of Qingyun Sect, the greatest sword sect under heaven. * The second time Wen Xiwuyu met Han Rusheng was when she happened to pass by Qingyun Sect. Han Rusheng called her over. His sect was pressuring him, he said, and he needed a cultivation partner. Would she be willing? Wen Xiwuyu happily agreed. He treated her very well, gentle and considerate, taking care of everything. She thought she was the happiest person in the world. * But she wasn’t. Above the River of the Forgotten. To protect his young disciple, Han Rusheng stood by as a vengeful ghost shot an arrow through her heart. As she lay dying, she saw his gentle, composed eyes. That was the same expression he wore when he kissed her and whispered sweet nothings to her. Well. There was nothing to be done. She died there. Heaven and earth stretch without end, yin and yang turn in cycles, and the course of human life is inherently unpredictable. It was all right. She owed Han Rusheng a great deal. Repaying him with her life was only fair. After she died, she became a spirit. A talisman master passing by mistook her for an evil ghost and bound her to a grave for a hundred years. A century later, she was finally free. She slipped into the body of a puppet that had been discarded in a graveyard. When she reached the city, she learned that Han Rusheng’s young disciple was about to become the true mistress of Qingyun Sect. “What will Elder Wen do? She’s so pitiful.” “Wen Xiwuyu was nobody special. She ought to be grateful she got to spend a hundred years as the Sword Sect Master’s wife.” Wen Xiwuyu didn’t consider herself grateful, nor did she think she was pitiful. After a hundred years as a ghost, she had mastered the Heartless Dao and seldom thought of Han Rusheng anymore. At a roadside stall, she traded her inner-sect elder token from Qingyun Sect for a wooden sword. She thought she could wander the world alone; and she ought to protect her homeland by herself. P.S.: 1. The male lead will not be changed. 2. The leads are devoted exclusively to each other, one-on-one, happy ending. - Theme: There is no undoing the past, but the future can still be pursued.