Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Just because she was a mortal, does that mean she deserved to die? Just because she had no cultivation, does that mean she deserved to have her life taken by you with your high-sounding reasons?

What does the collapse of Heaven have to do with her? Why force her to sacrifice herself for the sake of world peace?!

My wife is my path. If Heaven wants her to die, I will defy Heaven. If the people want her to die for me, I will overthrow the people.

The woman staggered out of the house and saw her husband covered in blood, his immortal runes shattered inch by inch, and divine blood faintly seeping into his white clothes.

Her face was deathly pale, tears streaming down her face, and she spoke in a trembling voice.

You cultivate the path of ruthlessness, so you shouldn't be attached to anyone. I am willing to die for you and all living beings.

I'm willing, I'm willing.

He thought he could save his wife by sacrificing all his spiritual energy and bones, but he never imagined that his wife would commit suicide without hesitation, willing to give up her life to save him.

This parting may be forever.

She sealed her entire soul, her love and regrets from countless lifetimes, into his already shattered sword.

The moment the sword was forged—

The world was sealed off by heavy snow, all living things were silenced, and the desolate sword energy was chilling and connected with heaven and earth.

His wife's soul shattered into pieces, and she was no longer subject to reincarnation, never to be reborn.

That god, heartbroken and soulless, turned white-haired overnight and unhesitatingly chose to be buried with his wife.

This sword was henceforth named—Bear Life.

As soon as the words were spoken, no one in the Sword Tomb spoke.

After a long while, Shen Chunri gasped, realizing that she was already in tears for this tragic love story.

She tugged at Yu Xintang's sleeve to wipe her face, choking back tears as she asked, "Then the Life-Bearing Sword has never had an owner? It's been passed down like this all this time?"

"There have been a few," Yu Xintang pulled back her sleeve and handed her a handkerchief, "but whether it's a coincidence or an accident, the person wielding the sword always... doesn't have long to live."

Nie Zhao looked at Xie Weixing.

The latter still had her eyes downcast, reliving the tragic and heartbreaking story in her mind.

"In addition, it is extremely selective in choosing its wielders," Yu Xintang said, "and over time, it has become known as a cursed sword."

"No wonder," Shen Chunri nodded slowly, "you were so surprised when you saw the Life-Bearing Sword actively recognize its master."

More than just surprised, it was like facing a formidable enemy. It felt like someone had inexplicably walked up to me, greeted me, and then said, "I've made my choice, I'm going to kill you now."

Xie Weixing looked up, his eyes clear, seemingly filled with a faint pity.

The Sword of Life still stood before him, its blade bearing mottled patterns, weathered by a thousand years of wind and frost.

"Senior brother," Tan Suiting asked softly, "what are you thinking about?"

When Yu Xintang called out "Senior Brother," Yu Xintang didn't even look up.

The "senior brother" that His Highness the Crown Prince mentioned was, by default, Xie Weixing, and there was only Xie Weixing.

On this point, everyone in the Feng Hua Sect reached a consensus.

"I'm thinking," Xie Weixing said, his eyes calm and thoughtful, "if I were that god, would I also do the same, protecting my wife, and even being buried with her after her death?"

Yu Xintang paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's just a legend that's hard to tell if it's true or not. That god might not have been so infatuated, and that woman might not have been so resolute. People always impose their own imagined obsessions on their ancestors. As the story is passed down from generation to generation, the truth of the story has long been distorted beyond recognition."

Xie Weixing raised his hand, and the cold sword hilt firmly pressed against his palm. The touch was icy and penetrating, and as soon as he held it, a chill spread through his veins from his fingertips.

"I will," Tan Suiting said softly.

Xie Weixing paused for a moment, seemingly not quite understanding, then tilted his head and asked after a long pause, "Hmm?"

His eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, and his pupils were as clear as glass. Usually, his gaze was casual and languid, but when he was focused, it was clear and flawless. When he turned his head to the side, his eyelashes cast a light shadow, softening his arrogance.

"If I were that god," Tan Suiting's skin was pale and almost translucent, the kind of jade-like texture nurtured by the Cold Heart Lake over the years. His brows and eyes were cold and aloof, always exuding an indifference that kept strangers at bay. "I would also go with my partner."

"Since you died for me, how can I not die and sleep forever?"

The group was stunned by these words and stood there in shock.

Dragons are inherently proud and aloof, yet they are the most loyal. Many are willing to die for their lovers who die young. Once they pledge their love, they will follow each other to the death.

We will share the same bed in life and the same grave in death.

Xie Weixing stared at the Life-Bearing Sword before him, a chill that seemed to sweep through space and reach the depths of his soul.

He slowly began to speak: "I won't."

Several people turned their heads to look at him.

"I am willing to dedicate my entire life, all my reincarnations and destinies, to her," Xie Weixing said, his eyes lowered. "I can die on the road to resurrecting her, I can die on the road to avenging her, but I will never die as a sacrifice."

Tan Suiting froze, her long, slender eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her lower eyelids.

Even someone like my senior brother wants a Daoist partner, right?

I want to have a wife.

As soon as Xie Weixing finished speaking, the cold longsword trembled slightly, and the cold white sword body drew a shallow arc in the air. The surrounding spiritual energy was absorbed by the sword body, and the white light in the deep and shallow cracks slowly gathered into the sword body.

"It's taking the initiative to get close," Yu Xintang said in surprise. "So many people want to ask for the sword, but it would rather die than comply. It even disguised itself to avoid being coveted by others. Why is it so different from you?"

Shen Chunri chuckled, "Our Feng Hua Sect is amazing!"

Nie Zhao spoke softly: "The burden of birth lies in comprehending illusion. Born into the mortal world, it rejects the desire for competition, killing, and personal gain. Your Dao of Inquiry encompasses good and evil, life and death, which is quite compatible with it, but..."

She paused in her speech.

Xie Weixing looked up, their eyes met, and he seemed to know what she wanted to say.

However, wielding this sword is too risky, not to mention that he now possesses an extremely malevolent dragon scale.

If there is a backlash, there will be no way out.

Xie Weixing remained silent for a moment, then finally closed his fingers and gripped the hilt of the cold jade sword.

In an instant, a bone-chilling coldness pierced my fingertips.

The Life-Bearing Sword hummed softly, and a cold, white light gently brushed against his wrist.

Tan Suiting paused for a moment, then said, "Sleepy."

"It's alright," Xie Weixing said calmly. The cold, snow-white blade of the Fusheng Sword complemented his features, making him appear even more gentle. Their auras complemented each other perfectly. "People say it's a cursed sword, but in my opinion, swords are neither good nor evil. The so-called malevolence and ferocity are just the result of an inherently proud nature."

He slightly raised his sword, its cold white blade pointing diagonally at the ground, and fine, frosty sword energy slowly descended from the tip: "The sword follows the heart; to be incapable of wielding the sword is to be a coward, and what right does one have to seek the Dao?"

Everyone remained silent.

After a long pause, Shen Chunri spoke weakly, even letting out a burp, his pronunciation slightly distorted: "What do you mean?"

Xie Weixing had been putting on airs for so long, and the first thing he heard was this. He almost fainted on the spot because he couldn't catch his breath.

He leaned against Tan Suiting to avoid lying down directly, and promptly rolled his eyes.