The second time You Zhichun was betrayed, she fell into the mortal realm, gravely wounded and on the verge of death.
A stern young scholar found her and somehow scraped together a little money in his nearly empty home to buy medicine for her wounds.
You Zhichun thought, You don't have to treat me. Why not get me a bigger bed to lie in instead?
The scholar's family was poor, and he spent every coin he earned from teaching on her. He didn't know that mortal medicine was completely useless to You Zhichun. He just wanted to save her life.
Thanks to her robust constitution, You Zhichun's wounds gradually began to heal anyway.
It was time to go back and get revenge, You Zhichun thought. But she kept lying in bed, and kept staying in the scholar's home.
The little scholar was fun to tease. Every time, she could make his face turn red with anger, and then he would press his lips together and come tell her what sort of mischief she mustn't get up to.
Never mind. Mortals live less than a hundred years. It was worth taking this time to amuse herself by teasing the scholar, You Zhichun thought absently, her gaze passing over his face.
Even when the little scholar eventually died, You Zhichun felt mostly relieved.
Idiot. He died taking that blow for her, and he deserved it. He shouldn't have rushed in.
After returning to the cultivation world and taking her revenge, the righteous immortal man she had once loved and the demon sect's young lord both came to plead for reconciliation, confessing their love and remorse.
On the road, she also met a fox spirit who looked exactly like the little scholar and leaned against her in a weak, delicate manner.
You Zhichun smiled and accepted all three.
She would use the righteous immortal man's immortal bones for a body, the demon sect's young lord's cultivation as fuel, and gather up the little scholar's soul piece by piece. Using her own body as the furnace, she would bring the scholar back to life, whole and complete.
Theme: Pure love is the best love there is
