Crossing Over to the Other Side With Her

[Historical romance, fake death followed by a husband-chasing crematorium, mystery ensemble; a sharp-tongued, scheming white-haired young Taoist who cultivated for three hundred years for her × a hot-tempered little flower demon who forges divine weapons and banishes ghosts by force (a couple as explosive as firecrackers)]

Three hundred years ago, Emperor Zhao of the previous dynasty, Pei Chongshan, burned ten thousand pomegranate blossoms across the imperial city of Xijing to prolong the life of his cousin, Pei Ling.

Heaven and earth were merciless. He couldn't save her, and could only watch her turn into a withered pomegranate blossom in his arms.

His hair turned white overnight. Then he exchanged forty years of imperial fortune for the roots of a Taoist's cultivation, all for the chance to see her again.

For three hundred years, he searched the heavens above and the underworld below, but found no trace of her.

Three hundred years later, dynasties had risen and fallen, and Xijing was once again thriving. Following a heavenly decree, he returned to the mortal world to hunt ghosts. In front of the renowned Divine Weapons Workshop, he saw a blacksmith woman hammering away at iron.

Pei Ling wiped the sweat from her brow. Through the sparks flying from the forge, she saw the black-clad Taoist remove his hood. Beneath it was hair as white as snow, and the young, handsome Taoist's eyes burned with fury. “Well, Pei Ling. Long time no see.”

She had thought he was long dead. Feeling guilty, she stammered, “Brother... how are you still alive?”

“I'm going to kill you.”

Only later did she learn that every time he said, “I'm going to kill you,” he was expressing the deepest longing of a thousand thousand lifetimes.