The Demon Lord's Widow

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When Yun Chaosui was young, he became cultivation partners with a frail rogue cultivator. Neither of them had much cultivation, but they loved each other deeply.

They lived in seclusion in a thatched cottage, with cats and dogs for company. They tended flowers and plants, and their music and affection harmonized beautifully.

But good times did not last. His partner died young, and Yun Chaosui could only bury him properly and wear plain mourning clothes for him.

Who would have thought...

Today, his sect comes calling. Everyone hesitates before saying, "Junior Brother, you suffered for years under that demon's control..."

Tomorrow, the righteous cultivators arrive, all eyeing him greedily. "Hand over the demon's hidden treasures, and we may spare your life!"

The day after, demonic cultivators show up, all swearing solemnly, "The Young Lord is His Majesty's bereaved spouse. We will protect you at all costs!"

Yun Chaosui, who only wants to mourn the rogue cultivator husband he believes died long ago: "What? Have you got the wrong person? Are you crazy?"

But when he sees a Soul Formation cultivator clawed to death by a cat in the middle of the night near the cottage, and a Great Ascension cultivator chased all over the mountain by a dog, Yun Chaosui falls into thought.

The next time a cultivator comes to provoke him, Yun Chaosui picks up a woodcutting knife. The cultivator turns pale with terror. "An ancient divine weapon!"

Yun Chaosui looks at the battered knife his partner used to chop firewood every day: "..."

Husband, what other surprises are you hiding from me?

Reader's Guide:

1. Happy ending, but the place where the gong dies is a little heartbreaking. The shou will bring him back to life.

2. The worldbuilding is mainly based on The Classic of Mountains and Seas and The Huainanzi. Please point out anything that isn't properly attributed.

3. The author has a day job and will try to update daily, but may need to take a break when working overtime. Please be gentle with me, everyone. (Hands pressed together.jpg)

Moral: Face life and death with composure.