To hold back disaster, Shen Yingxue exhausted his cultivation and accepted the mission to kill the Demon Lord. With his powers destroyed, he had no choice but to find another way.
He entered the enemy's lair and married the Demon Lord, who had long coveted him.
But all the world saw was Shen Yingxue riding in the Demon Lord's war chariot as it invaded the human realm, indulging in pleasure with him.
The aloof, exalted immortal lord was disgraced overnight.
Even when he and the Demon Lord ultimately fell into the Demon Abyss together, his sacrifice was remembered only as a romantic tale of two lovers dying together.
Shen Wangyou's spiritual meridians were severed and his memories erased. A medicine cultivator took him in and made him a test subject.
A faint mark of a cultivation bond on his finger meant his spouse was dead and he was widowed. Shen Wangyou already found humans strange and frightening, and preferred being alone. He was willing to remain a widower.
So he would tell every suitor, “I'm in mourning.”
Until someone discovered that he looked exactly like Shen Yingxue.
Powerful, high-ranking figures from various sects came, drawn by his reputation, and shattered his peaceful life.
They fought over him, made him recall an unfamiliar past, called him Shen Yingxue, and told him how much they hated him.
Then they would say he wasn't Shen Yingxue, just a substitute.
But hadn't these people hated Shen Yingxue?
Then why did they all want to tear off his clothes?
After regaining his memories, Shen Wangyou confirmed that he was Shen Yingxue reincarnated.
The truth of what happened back then was finally revealed, and he was cleared of the accusations against him.
In the face of public opinion, no one dared restrict his freedom anymore.
He secluded himself in the mountains, reading, sleeping, and waiting to die.
Outside the mountains, the finest disciples of every sect gathered, including the pinnacle of sword cultivators and the foremost talisman cultivator. They begged for a chance to see him as snow piled over them.
The only person allowed near him now was the disciple he had personally raised in his previous life. The boy had long since grown up, but still nestled in his arms just as he had as a child.
He stroked the top of his disciple's head. The crackle of the charcoal fire filled his ears.
He didn't notice that the cultivation-bond mark on his finger had begun to shine again.
At the same time, amid the chaos of the Demon Abyss, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly opened.
His dead spouse had come back to life.
Aloof and decisive killer in his past life, chronically ill beauty with social anxiety and a slow temper in this life
[Love rival drama, groveling after the breakup]
Thesis: Let's start caring about people with social anxiety!
