Flowers Can't Weather the Cold

Weisheng Ling, a personal disciple of Cangwu Mountain Sect, was gifted and intelligent. Just three years after beginning his cultivation, he comprehended a sword technique called Jade Flow Through Hazy Mists.

One sword shook the world.

Overnight, he became a heaven-blessed prodigy praised by everyone.

But who could have guessed that on the very day he was to inherit Cangwu Mountain Sect, he would collude with the Demonic Cult and attack the mountain?

Weisheng Ling, gravely injured by the Demonic Cult and tossed unconscious at the foot of Cangwu Mountain: ...Me?

"Whoever dares ruin my good name, I'll catch them and clear my name!"

A cold wind blew past, and he shivered. "Where's my spiritual power?"

A hundred years later, Weisheng Ling quietly simmered medicinal broth. "Never mind. Being a country doctor isn't so bad."

One day, someone suddenly kicked open the rickety wooden door.

Weisheng Ling: ?

He was about to lose his temper when he saw Xun Hesheng collapse in front of him, covered in blood.

A hundred years without seeing each other, and now he was reunited with an old friend in circumstances like these.

Never mind, Weisheng Ling thought. He happened to collapse right inside the clinic. Perhaps their bond as master and disciple was not yet over.

As it happens, I came here for you.

Xun Hesheng, who had injured himself so badly he was almost half-crippled, finally caught the plum-blossom scent of the beloved master he had longed for.

He slowly drifted off to sleep.

At last, I found you.

A bad-tempered but easy-to-tease shizun, Weisheng Ling, x a good-natured but very hard-to-mess-with disciple gong, Xun Hesheng

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Happy ending. Shou-focused.

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Next novel, coming soon

Zhu Zhihe has been feeling very annoyed lately.

After wandering the human world for thousands of years, the last thing he wants is to run into someone from his past, especially Tan Yuan.

At the academic affairs office, Teacher Cao handed Zhu Zhihe a file bearing Tan Yuan's full name and said earnestly, "You'll be classmates from now on, so be sure to get along."

Zhu Zhihe fell silent.

Which immortal was in charge of the Book of Fate on Mount Yujing these days? They were really treating him so unfairly.

Still, why would the mighty Northern True High God come down to the mortal realm just to experience the life of a modern high school student, from six in the morning to ten at night?

Could it be that he'd changed his mind and still intended to make Zhu Zhihe's soul scatter into nothingness?

Zhu Zhihe instinctively took two steps away from Tan Yuan.

Never mind. If he couldn't beat him, couldn't he at least run away?

His phone buzzed twice in his pocket. He took it out and glanced at the screen. A new post had appeared on the Snow City Life Forum, also known as the Snow City Horror Story Club.

He turned off the screen. The sky was clear and the breeze gentle today: perfect for catching ghosts.

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Tan Yuan looked at the familiar person before him, and his breath caught for a moment.

He had not even finished saying "wife" before the person across from him picked up their things and turned to leave.

As if they'd never known each other.

The scars from the past ninety million years were still carved into him, and now his wife refused to acknowledge him.

Tan Yuan forcibly swallowed the metallic taste in his throat and tried to strike up a conversation. "Have we met somewhere before?"

Zhu Zhihe: "No."

Tan Yuan raised an eyebrow.

Never met?

Ninety million years ago, you and I carved our names into a stone and made a vow before the Heavenly Dao. We were soulmates in every sense of the word. Even if you died, I'd follow you to the underworld and reincarnate alongside you.

Wife, you'll never get rid of me, not in this life or any other.

Tan Yuan schooled his expression and put on a wounded look. "I'm Tan Yuan."

Your husband.

A cold-faced, cute, beautiful, strong, tragic shou who strives all his life for the single word "live" x a shamelessly forward, self-obsessed gong who loves to convince himself of things and could swoon from his own good looks in the mirror

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Reader's guide:

A modern high school ghost-hunting chronicle.

The gong is strong, but the shou is stronger.

This story is entirely fictional. Please, please, please don't read it as reality. Believe in materialism.

Once the novel begins, updates will follow the site's rankings. If it doesn't make the rankings, updates will be every other day. Any missed updates will be made up. I will never abandon the story.

Theme: Never give up on yourself.