[Reborn and reborn until she’s sick of it, an undying immortal herb x Widowed and widowed until she’s desperate, a bereaved spouse]
[My master is a widower, and people say he’s my widower. Wait, how did he really become my widower?]
As the worst good-for-nothing in the Wentian Sect, Yin Wushuang had no ambitions, no goals, no pursuits, and no desires.
Every day, all she did was open her eyes, close them, breathe in, and breathe out.
And passively listen to gossip about her own master.
“The Sect Master of the Bliss Sect cut down over a hundred furnace cauldrons to prove his love for Sword Master Huaigu!”
“The Pavilion Master of Flying Blossoms burned a mountain full of immortal herbs as firewood just to make Sword Master Huaigu smile!”
“The Sect Leader of the Cold Mountain Sect stripped down to sheer robes in public, all for a single glance from Sword Master Huaigu!”
Sword Master Huaigu bore the bearing of an immortal banished from heaven. His flawless, jade-like beauty was known throughout the Nine Provinces, and admirers stretched from the Southern Ocean to the Northern Frontier.
They said his white robes fluttered like snow-capped mountains, his sword light outshone the moon, the world dimmed when he furrowed his brow, and all creation brightened when he lifted his eyes.
More importantly, he was a widower.
No one could resist a beauty who had been widowed.
Except Yin Wushuang. She could not even be bothered to learn the beauty’s name.
Until one day, a commotion erupted below the mountain as yet another crowd came to woo him. When the uproar died down, the latest gossip reached her:
“We finally know who Sword Master Huaigu has been widowed for!”
Yin Wushuang drawled, “Who?”
“Demon Lord Wushuang!”
At the title, Yin Wushuang finally opened her eyes wide.
Wait, what?
She’d been dead for three hundred years. How could she still be involved in this?
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“What’s Sword Master Huaigu’s name?”
“You’re asking me your own master’s name?”
“Ling Cheng.”
Ling Cheng? Who was that? Never heard of him.
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Yin Wushuang could neither perish nor be destroyed; her spirit lived forever.
In one of her countless cycles of rebirth, she mastered demonic cultivation and earned a fearsome reputation. Even now, her name could stop children from crying.
Ling Cheng came from the orthodox path, aloof and solitary, untouched by worldly pleasures and untainted by the mortal world. Yin Wushuang searched through her memories and was certain she had never laid eyes on anyone like him.
Perhaps he was so bothered by all his admirers that he was using her fearsome reputation to scare them off. A convenient shield, understandable enough.
Fine. A master for a day, a disciple’s duty for a day. She would help her master.
But why, when Ling Cheng was afflicted by the Spring Blossom Poison and its waves of desire left him delirious, was the hairpin clutched in his hand so familiar?
Yin Wushuang looked at the wooden hairpin she had carved herself, then at the person whose hands trembled helplessly, who was on the verge of tears.
In the ocean of her memories, a single drop slowly came into focus.
The person lying before her was the aloof and proud Sword Master,
a young man with flushed cheeks and an alluring, sensual air,
and also the little slave she had casually bought three hundred years ago.
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Reader notes:
1. Gender-bender, happy ending, one-on-one.
2. The male lead has been physically and emotionally faithful and widowed for three hundred years. The female lead has lived for several thousand years, and has had more romantic entanglements than she can count or remember, but the main story is one-on-one.
3. The female lead’s lazy, lie-flat attitude is just a front. She’s actually the strongest character in the story. Once her restrictions are lifted, she can wreak havoc across the Nine Provinces, though afterward she’ll have to start over from zero.
4. Strong female lead, weaker male lead, romance-focused. More details to come. The male lead’s name may change before the story starts.
5. Synopsis screenshotted on 08/02.
Theme: Love brings the flesh and blood back to life
