The Desperate Widower's New Love, His White Moonlight

There's been earth-shattering news in the cultivation world lately:

Jiang Yu's beloved Daoist partner, Shen Jiuxu, is dead.

Jiang Yu, a famously beautiful widower, is frail and sickly, having been in poor health since childhood. He can't even lift a sword, a useless weakling.

Everyone covets the small patch of land beneath that cold yet stunning exterior.

Who could have expected that the caged bird who usually stayed at home would show up at Shen Jiuxu's memorial in black, his pale cheeks stained with blood, sword flashing as he challenged three thousand aristocratic clans all by himself? Everyone fell silent.

When did the cold beauty become a despairing, unhinged widower? He could have warned them before beating them all to a pulp!

But before they could recover, on the seventh day after Shen Jiuxu's death, Jiang Yu arrived with a pretty young man. The two wore wedding robes, standing out against a sea of black and white mourning clothes.

In front of everyone, Jiang Yu announced loudly, "My new lover."

Only later did they learn that the man looked exactly like Shen Jiuxu. He wasn't a new lover, but the white moonlight Jiang Yu had hidden deep in his heart.

Shen Jiuxu had a sweet, gentle Daoist partner who usually liked to curl up in his arms and call him husband. He had thought he could protect him for a lifetime, but then he was ambushed and badly wounded.

When he woke again, he was at his own funeral. A crowd was pressuring his beautiful partner to marry again. But his partner, who usually only knew how to act spoiled, was now a force to be reckoned with, taking on three thousand people with a single sword.

Where was his frail, delicate partner?

As Shen Jiuxu stood there dazed, Jiang Yu had already walked up to him with his sword. Blood dripped down the hilt as he said, "Marry me."

So he'd become his own replacement?

A despairing, unhinged widower who tears everyone else apart but goes wild for his lover, the shou x a seemingly proper, actually gentle and considerate gentleman, the gong

P.S.

1. Both leads are powerful.

2. Jiang Yu is the shou and Shen Jiuxu is the gong. No switching or separating them, so don't get their roles backward.

3. The gong is a tree that can bloom. See the cover. Please don't leave hate if it's not your thing, and feel free to add it to your collection.

Check out my upcoming story: After I Died, I Became Daoist Partners with My Lifebound Sword

Synopsis: A bloody, angsty love-hate story where they try to kill each other

A gorgeous shou who is aloof, devoted to the Dao, and loves nothing but sword practice x

A proud, unruly, vindictive lifebound sword gong who wins himself over

After Luo Yi woke up in a coffin, he had lost his memories and somehow entered into a life pact with a sword. Neither of them could kill the other.

The sword had a spirit. The sword spirit was strikingly handsome, with a pair of glimmering silver-white eyes, but he had a wicked temperament and was always shouting at his master.

Luo Yi believed he'd cast aside his emotions and desires and was a genius at cultivating the Heartless Dao. Of course he wouldn't go easy on the sword spirit. If it didn't behave, he'd give the sword a thorough beating. If once wasn't enough, he'd do it twice. He had plenty of strength and ways to make it suffer.

But then he discovered that in his previous life, the sword spirit had killed him. The sword spirit stood over him, a blood-soaked sword in his sharply knuckled hand, while Luo Yi lay on the ground, staring at him with hatred and despair before he died.

How could Luo Yi accept that?

After breaking their life pact, he stabbed the sword spirit with a sword.

But to his surprise, the sword spirit didn't die. Instead, Luo Yi died too. Luo Yi was stunned. If he couldn't win, couldn't he at least avoid him? In his next life, he would never go near that sword again.

But when he opened his eyes, Luo Yi found himself lying in a coffin once more. In the cramped, dark coffin, the sword spirit wore a scarlet wedding robe, lying beside his corpse as he gently caressed his face and murmured tenderly, "My beloved, let us die together."

Wait, something wasn't right. He hadn't said he wanted to die again! And was this sword spirit out of his mind? Why was he kissing and touching a dead man and calling him his beloved?

Ting Shu was that sword spirit.

At first, he absolutely loathed his master, who was poor, lazy, and always looking for a free meal. But when the Ting Shu Sword was sealed away in a high tower, Luo Yi easily rescued him, then spent every last bit of his savings to compensate for the tower, which had been reduced to ruins.

Little by little, Ting Shu was ready to accept his fate.

Until the day their life pact was broken. Luo Yi cheered, smiled at him, then turned his wrist and drove a long sword into his chest.

Luo Yi had stabbed him!

Luo Yi thought he was dead, but no one knew that sword spirits couldn't die. They only fell unconscious, then woke up again.

Ting Shu went to find him, still badly wounded, only to discover Luo Yi's corpse on the ground and his own sword broken in two.

Ting Shu wasn't happy, though. He sealed his sword.

Everyone thought the sword spirit had sealed off his heart to cultivate, but no one knew that he had dug a pit underground, planning to bury himself and Luo Yi together. He wanted to cling to Luo Yi for the rest of their lives.

The story starts with drawn swords and ends with them inseparable. A bloody, dog-filled tale of two people who swear they won't fall for each other, only to have those vows face-slapped.

P.S.

1. One-on-one, both leads powerful, angsty, happy ending. The shou is the sword wielder, the gong is the sword. Don't get their roles backward.

2. Not angsty, but very sweet.

Check out another upcoming story. Please add it to your collection:

I Became the Client of My Fiancee Who Faked Her Death

Spoiled, silly sweetheart gong x Money-loving, disabled male ghost shou (uses a wheelchair at first, but recovers later)

There is a kind of person in this world known as a Mirror Master.

Legend has it that a bronze mirror forged by a Mirror Master can reveal the spirit of the one you love.

But since the process consumes the master's lifespan and blood essence, each Mirror Master only forges three mirrors in their lifetime: one for themselves, one for their spouse, and one to sell to a customer.

Xu Gengshu was an exception.

Because he loved money, he used his exceptional talent to turn mirror-making into a booming business.

Wen Shangqi had had a sweet, well-behaved fiancee since childhood. Sadly, she died for no apparent reason after a tragic turn of events. He spent a fortune and went to great lengths to find a Mirror Master, asking him to forge a bronze mirror.

Xu Gengshu was that Mirror Master. Committed to treating every customer with care and responsibility, he personally delivered the mirror to Wen Shangqi.

Wen Shangqi eagerly looked into it, only to be startled!

Why did the spirit reflected in the mirror look exactly like the Mirror Master? He looked from every angle, but how could his soft, sweet fiancee have turned into a sharp-featured man?

Wen Shangqi: Give me my money back.

His career had hit a disastrous setback. Xu Gengshu was icy on the outside but cursing up a storm inside as he tried to figure out what had gone wrong.

Senior Brother: Junior Brother Xu is exceptionally talented. There's no way his mirrors could be faulty.

Second Senior Sister: Xiaoshu is the most diligent and hardworking person there is. The mirror is definitely fine.

That left only one explanation: Was Xu Gengshu the fiancee who had died?

Question: To avoid giving a refund, should he offer himself to the client?

P.S. Entirely made up. Wen is the gong, Xu is the shou. Happy ending. No switching or separating the couple.

Theme: The moon's light does not change when it wanes, and a sword remains unyielding even when broken.