Third Life

Ye Yang closed his eyes, the weight of his past lives pressing down on him.

 

In his first life, blinded by love, he had married Elara, a woman of breathtaking beauty.

 

He had believed her to be the embodiment of grace and virtue, his heart overflowing with adoration.

 

Yet, she had betrayed him, not only with her own fat uncle but also, he now suspected, with the assassins who had taken his life.

 

But was it just betrayal? In the agonizing years following his death, a chilling realization had dawned upon him.

 

His cultivation, his very essence as a cultivator, had been subtly eroded over time. He had become weaker, his body aging prematurely, his virility dwindling to a mere shadow of its former self.

 

He now believed these afflictions were not mere coincidences, but deliberate acts, subtle poisons woven into the fabric of their life together.