I was reborn after cheating on the aloof and powerful man.

Chapter 1: I'm Not Worthy

The cold moon hangs endlessly, and the wind howls.

A figure moved swiftly through the woods, disappearing without a trace before even the sleeping birds could notice.

At a friend's invitation, he went to handle an old martial arts case six months ago. When he returned to Shuohan Peak in Tianshan, he didn't find the woman he longed for on his bed in the main hall. He summoned a servant to inquire and learned that his wife was still in the other courtyard and had not returned.

Touching the cold brocade quilt beneath him, his lowered eyelids concealed the dark light in his eyes. As if remembering something, his slender, white fingers tightened around the brocade box, and he stood up.

Without alerting anyone in the mansion, he had already left the residence in a flash and headed towards the villa.

The Tianshan Mountains have twelve peaks. The villa is located on Jade Stone Peak, which is neither far nor close to the main peak, Shuohan Peak.

When he arrived at the villa, the moon was high in the sky, and the entire villa had a hazy beauty under the soft moonlight.

Since the villa was built two years ago, his wife has spent almost all her time there, except when she returns to the main peak at the end of the year. Remembering that their residence on Shuohan Peak is always covered in snow, and considering his wife's frail health and inability to practice martial arts, he tacitly tolerated her staying away from home.

He was naturally very familiar with his own villa, but he felt apprehensive as he approached home. Holding the brocade box, he slowly walked towards the inner room.

Inside the brocade box was a golden cicada and jade hairpin, which he had specially hired skilled craftsmen who spent more than a year carving and recently completed.

A gentle and lovely wife would surely like that.

He wanted to insert the hairpin into her hair, which was as black and smooth as ink jade, and the thought of the smiling face in the mirror made his chest burn uncontrollably.

"Waaah...no, no!"

The footsteps that were almost touching the inner room stopped. The extremely faint whimper sounded like thunder to the ears of a martial artist.

The sounds of splashing, slurping, swallowing, and heavy breathing mingled together, so familiar that he stood frozen in place.

After a moment, he kicked the door open.

Compared to the main peak, the room's decor was very simple. The inner room contained only a canopy bed and two plum blossom-shaped incense tables. In the outer room, to the right, in front of a lingzhi-patterned desk, was a bamboo carpet.

His tender wife lay there, tears welling in her eyes. In the moonlight, he could clearly see her biting her little finger, her face flushed, sobbing softly.

She was startled when the door was kicked open, causing the person behind her to breathe a little heavier.

But upon seeing him, her expression returned to normal, without a trace of panic or fear. Her clear eyes met his, innocent and clear like a child's, and the sound of the water intensified.

However, just a few snaps of the fingers felt like a long time had passed.

He drew his Mo Wen sword, pointed it at the person behind her, and his clear, cold voice broke the silence of the room with a hoarse tone:

"Step aside!"

"Bian Yuan, what's between us has nothing to do with him!"

Her frail body rose from the blanket and stood before the sword, blocking the person behind her, but unable to withstand his overwhelming rage.

"Xiao Xi, don't get cold."

The rough, hoarse voice seemed to add fuel to the fire. The man behind the woman gently draped a black robe over her body, perfectly concealing the bluish-purple marks on her fair and delicate skin.

Unable to tolerate the fierce swordsmanship any longer, she bypassed the woman and attacked the man directly. The man dodged while simultaneously issuing a provocative remark:

"I have long heard that the swordsmanship of the Lord of Tianshan is unparalleled throughout history. Today, it seems that I have the opportunity to experience it for myself."

The man moved with unpredictable and cunning movements, pulling out an iron fan from who-knows-where to try and block Mo Wenjian's attack.

The two fought in perfect unison, moving from inside the house to outside, while the bright moon hung high in the night sky, overlooking all living beings.

One was as wicked as a ghost, the other as ethereal as a banished immortal; the two fought fiercely, their battle evenly matched.

The woman who had chased after them looked at the two calmly, her expression neither joyful nor sorrowful. Only a soft sigh escaped her tightly closed lips, revealing a hint of pity for someone unknown.

With his signature moves of chopping, blocking, swinging, and spinning, the man's style was unpredictable and unique. But no matter how unpredictable his fan techniques were, they were powerless against Mo Wenjian's onslaught, instead suffering a series of defeats and utter rout.

In no time, Mo Wenjian cleaved the fan in two with a single sword strike. Had the man not dodged quickly enough, his hand holding the fan would have been severed along with it. The man was so shocked that he retreated repeatedly. He knew his opponent was strong, but he had clearly underestimated the woman's husband's power.

Bian Yuan, the lord of Tianshan, is indeed a force to be reckoned with, being the number one martial artist in the world today. If he survives today, he will surely...

"Enough! Bian Yuan, is it enough to exchange Luo Xiaojian's life-saving grace for his own?"

Luoxiaojian?

How ridiculous!

The happiest and most carefree days of Bian Yuan's life were the time he spent trapped in Luo Xiaojian with her, and he always thought that she must have felt the same way.

Now, for the sake of this hideous man in front of her, she's using her most cherished and treasured memories as a bargaining chip to let him go?!

Under the moonlight, his brows furrowed and his eyes reddened. He had been practicing swordsmanship since he was six years old, and for the first time in his life, his hand holding the Mo Wen Sword trembled uncontrollably.

He tried to forget the fact that she had betrayed him, but it was laid bare before him once again.

Pointing his sword at his beloved wife, his hoarse voice was filled with incomprehension, resentment, and even a hint of pleading:

"why?"

In terms of martial arts, no one in the world is his match. If he hadn't been worried about the sword energy hurting her, the trash in front of him would have been killed by him with a single sword stroke. How could she have the chance to provoke him?

In terms of appearance, even if he were not exceptionally handsome, or even just plain ordinary, he would far surpass this burnt and disfigured good-for-nothing in front of him. This man's yellowish face was covered with pitted, uneven, and charred skin, so horrifying that it could stop a child from crying at night;

In terms of status and wealth, as the master of Tianshan, he is someone that everyone in the martial arts world wants to win over, far surpassing the person in front of him.

How could such an ugly, devilish good-for-nothing have his beloved wife betray him?

"Now that you've seen it all, I have nothing more to say. Our fates are not intertwined, our hearts are not in harmony, and we cannot be of one mind. I had hoped for a peaceful separation, so that we could each find our own happiness, but..."

Before she could finish speaking, the woman sighed and stepped forward, her delicate hands grasping the sharp blade. The moment her tender hands touched it, they were cut by the overflowing sword energy.

Drops of blood slid down the spine of the sword and onto the ground, gradually staining Bian Yuan's eyes red.

What does it mean to be destined to be apart?

Before he could question her, the woman's actions caused him a sharp pain in his heart. He tried to pull his sword back, but with a slight effort, she gripped the sword even tighter, and in the struggle, he was wounded to the bone. He dared not move again.

The woman gazed at him calmly, as if she felt no pain, then suddenly gave a sorrowful smile.

"It was originally my fault for not being worthy, but it is truly none of anyone else's business between us. I have wronged you today, and I only wish that my death can quell your anger."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman's body lurched forward, and a sword pierced her heart!

The chaotic sword energy seemed to have caught a whiff of death, quickly filling her body and causing excruciating pain to her internal organs.

A hint of rust reached the corner of her mouth. The woman turned back and secretly mouthed "run" to the stunned man. Although they hadn't known each other for long, she knew he was narrow-minded and cunning, and that he should understand her meaning.

While her husband's attention is on her, she should run as far away as possible. After all, she went to great lengths to save her; it would be a shame to let her husband kill her so easily.

But what does life matter after death? Whether a man lives or dies depends entirely on his luck.

She was so tired. At that moment, she felt that this was how it should have been all along, and her life grew colder and colder with the moonlight.

She can finally rest...