Malformed Love Is Forbidden in the Cultivation World

Wen Zhixing, the head of an immortal sect, was a man of noble character and the foremost swordsman of his age. He and his wife, Xi Yining, had been childhood sweethearts, deeply devoted to each other.

Wen Zhixing loved his wife with all his heart.

He braved the Forest of Evil Spirits to seize a rare spirit herb for her, carved out his own heart to prolong her life, and endured a sky full of tribulation lightning for her.

The examples were too numerous to count.

Everyone envied Xi Yining for having such a wonderful husband.

Sadly, their celebrated love story ended in the sixty-ninth year of Yonghe.

That year, Xi Yining's old illness returned, and she passed away.

Later, rumors spread that Wen Zhixing had gone white-haired overnight.

*

Winter night, sixty-ninth year of Yonghe.

Xi Yining's spiritual palace had been shattered, her cultivation utterly destroyed, and spirit-binding chains pierced her hands and feet.

She lay prostrate on the ground, while Wen Zhixing stood before her in fine robes and a feathered cloak, as ethereal as an immortal.

His gaze held no trace of love. He looked at her like a stranger.

After a century of love, Wen Zhixing killed her with his own hands.

He carved out her heart, severed her head, and condemned her to never enter reincarnation.

When she opened her eyes again, Xi Yining was lying on a broken plank bed, with someone pointing at her and cursing.

“I told you to gather herbs in the mountains, and you went and climbed into a dead person's coffin instead, you idiot!”

Wen Zhixing had wanted her dead, but she was still alive.

What's more, three hundred years had passed. Her former husband had attained godhood.

He received offerings of incense, sat upon the imperial throne, and was revered by all.

Her hatred was too deep to quell. Xi Yining was determined to ascend to the divine realm and avenge her blood feud.

Just as she carefully plotted each step, the pitiful little boy she'd picked up hundreds of years ago showed up at her door with a cultivation-partner contract, demanding she give him a proper title.

Qi Xu: “A Nong, you took my chastity a hundred and seventy-two years ago. You have to take responsibility.”

Xi Yining: “...”

*

Qi Xu was born an evil spirit, bullied and despised from the moment he came into the world.

He hated all living things and swore that one day he would overturn the world. Then, in that year, he met Xi Yining.

Snowflakes filled the sky. She took off her fine cloak and wrapped it around him, then took his hand and treated his wounds.

“This place is dangerous. Come away with me, all right?”

The heavy snow buried the corpses strewn all around them.

They were all his victims.

Qi Xu thought Xi Yining was fascinating.

He wanted to possess her.

He pretended to be a frail, pitiful little thing, scheming to ruin her relationship with Wen Zhixing.

But they were so deeply in love that no matter what he did, Xi Yining never looked at him that way.

He was jealous, twisted, and consumed by darkness. He wanted to kill Wen Zhixing and take his place!

Later, Qi Xu finally got his wish: their relationship fell apart.

But when he hurried to her, he found not a living Xi Yining, but a body battered and tortured from head to toe, and a severed head whose eyes would never close.

Qi Xu spent a hundred and twenty-eight years stitching Xi Yining's body back together.

Night after night, he lay in a narrow coffin, holding her corpse, kissing her reverently and pouring out his sick, frenzied love.

“A Nong, my A Nong, I love you so much...”

Premise: Life is hard, but press on with determination.