Su Xian's husband had disappeared.
Four or five months later, a cultivator came knocking. He said he had been a friend of her late husband and had come to take Su Xian away and look after her.
With nowhere else to go in this vast world, Su Xian gazed at the refined gentleman before her, utterly lost, and nodded with a bitter heart.
She went to Fenglin, where the most talented young people in the entire cultivation world gathered.
The aloof, unattainable grandmaster, proud to be the greatest sword cultivator under heaven, and the arrogant young lord of a cultivation clan with a ten-thousand-year legacy: they both knew Su Xian.
Su Xian was out of place there. She could always sense a faint, lurking malice.
The gazes on her grew heavier and more covetous, and the intrusions into her private life grew more brazen. They even treated her as an object they could fight over at will, hating one another enough to want each other dead, without the slightest regard for how Su Xian felt.
She wanted to run...
*
Shen Changlin was nothing more than an ordinary mortal. By chance, he came into possession of a treasure that let him switch into another person's body and briefly control it.
The controlled person's soul would wander away, dwelling in his body in a daze and believing they were Shen Changlin.
And there was also...
A gentle, tender wife.
With the treasure, Shen Changlin enjoyed the lives of many gifted cultivators. He also deliberately ruined numerous families. But good fortune didn't last. His crimes were soon exposed, and he killed himself to escape punishment.
The lowlife got off far too easily!
The gifted young cultivators had all been duped by a mortal, and they were still bitter about it. Some vaguely remembered that when they had been trapped inside Shen Changlin, his wife didn't seem like a good person either. Perhaps she would do something terrible, too.
And yet, the more time they spent with Su Xian,
the clearer those memories became.
Her fingers were soft and slender. Her shoulders and back were thin as a sliver of moonlight. Her waist curved inward, tracing a winding line.
Those soft lips of hers had once moved against mine, flustered, speaking words of love that made my heart pound.
So she was simply... my wife.
* My wife, why do you smile at others?
* Have you still not recognized me?
* It hurts me so...
[Male suitors competing in a battle royale]
[Honest, devoted wife x dark, obsessive stalker]
Theme: Women are truly wonderful.
