The Entire Immortal Sect Is Made Up of My Late Husband

The mortal husband of the flower spirit Xuanshu has been dead for hundreds of years.

Xuanshu misses him dearly, so she uses her memories as a guide to create countless versions of her late husband, scattering them throughout the realms of spirits and mortals.

Her thirty-year-old husband: mature, steady, and delicious.

Her twenty-nine-year-old husband: considerate, gentle, and delicious.

Her twenty-year-old husband: full of vigor, and delicious.

Her nineteen-year-old husband: experienced in the pleasures of the flesh, and delicious.

Her eighteen-year-old husband: inexperienced and impulsive, and delicious.

Her seventeen-year-old husband: not yet an adult, so she can only look, not touch.

Xuanshu loses herself in a world filled with nothing but her husbands, spending day and night so busy that her back aches and her legs go weak.

But none of the husbands she creates can live past the age of thirty.

Just like the real one.

Xuanshu is heartbroken. At the height of her grief, she meets a living man.

And this man looks, in certain ways, just like her late husband.

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When Shi Shenchu first meets Xuanshu, she's lying drunk in the arms of two men, her clothes disheveled.

Her bewitching, almond-shaped eyes linger on him for a moment, then fix on him as she invites him to join them.

Utterly shameless, wild and debauched.

But later, he comes to hate himself for not looking a little more like those men.

So that her body and heart would have room for him alone.

Why couldn't he?

He could.

He is an immortal. He can create countless clones.

He can replace those soulless bodies one by one.

Silently.

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Theme: Take responsibility for what you have done.