When Divorce Letters Speak of Deeper Love

PerfectThe wind was still.

Not dead—just sleeping.

Lin Yuan sat at the heart of the sect leaders Garden, beneath the glowing Moon-Dial Stone, surrounded by pale flowers that only bloomed under the stars. His robes were light, almost translucent, woven from spirit silk that allowed moonlight to pass through like water.

He had completed Breath of Silver Dew, and already, changes had begun.

His pulse slowed. His skin no longer retained daytime heat. He could sense the shifting tides of Yin energy in the air—subtle, whispering, like a distant lullaby.

Now came the second step.

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🌀 Step 2 – Stillness Meditation

> "Under the moon, nothing moves faster than silence. To cultivate Stillness Meditation, you must first cease being the source of disturbance."

> "Not breath. Not emotion. Not thought. You must become a mirror of the moon."

Sect leader had written those words in silver ink along the inside of the scroll. Lin Yuan had read them five times—and still found himself twitching.

"I'm not used to stopping…" he muttered.

He sat cross-legged. Closed his eyes.

Inhale… hold… exhale.

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The first minute was easy.

The second made him itch.

By the fifth, his fingers twitched. His shoulder shifted. His mind spun in circles:

"Did I feed Xiaoluan? Did the old dwarf get the formation right? Was the demon lady alright?"

He tried again.

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Then, footsteps approached.

Soft, but deliberate. Qingxuan.

"Still fidgeting?" she asked dryly, dropping a melon onto his lap.

Lin Yuan didn't open his eyes. "Senior Sister, I'm meditating."

"Looks like you're failing."

He sighed.

"I thought this step would be easier. I already calmed my breath last time."

Qingxuan sat beside him, chewing the melon. "Breathing is easy. Thinking is hard. Not thinking? That's harder."

She leaned back. "Try this. Imagine your thoughts are wind on a lake. Let them pass, don't chase. If they circle back, let them go again. Don't push them away. Just… let them pass."

He opened one eye. "Since when are you a master of inner peace?"

She snorted. "I'm not. I just like sitting still more than running around saving slaves and hugging dwarf uncles."

He laughed quietly. Then went still.

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This time, he listened.

The wind shifted. The flowers whispered. A leaf fell. Somewhere, a night bird called.

And through it all, the moon remained.

Unmoving.

Watching.

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His thoughts began to slow.

The worry about the old man's prototype—floated by.

The guilt over the demon girl's words—faded into mist.

The fear that he might change completely—lingered… but softened.

He inhaled. He didn't pull energy this time. Just let it drift into his lungs, like the scent of old parchment or fresh snow.

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Minutes passed.

Then an hour.

By the time Qingxuan had finished the melon and wandered off, Lin Yuan hadn't moved.

His body had cooled.

But his spirit had warmed.

He wasn't silent—but he was still.

And in that stillness, something stirred.

Not power.

Not revelation.

Just… understanding.

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🌙 Achievement Gained:

> Stillness Meditation Complete

Your soul has learned to mirror the moon. Emotional interference reduced by 30%. Spiritual focus improved. Mental resistance to illusions increased.

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When he opened his eyes again, the world looked the same.

But inside—it was quieter.

And somehow, that quiet made him stronger.

He stood slowly, brushing silver dew from his robes.

He didn't rush back to his room.

He didn't rush at all.

Because for the first time, Lin Yuan wasn't running from his past, or toward his destiny.

He was simply… here.

Still.

And ready for the next step.

Certainly! Here's a rewritten chapter based on your outline, balancing emotion, humor, and mystery, while deepening Lin Yuan's bond with his mother figures and hinting at his father's legacy.

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Chapter: Moonlight and Mistakes

Lin Yuan sat quietly under the moon, eyes shut, spirit focused, breath steady.

He had mastered Breath of Silver Dew.

He had stilled his mind in Stillness Meditation.

Now, with confidence swelling in his chest, he reached for the third step:

Lunar Pulse Detection.

He waited.

Listened.

Focused.

Nothing.

No rhythm.

No silver threads.

Not even the faintest hint of a heartbeat in the moonlight.

Just the distant hoot of a spirit owl and the awkward sound of his stomach growling.

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"Still not working?"

Lin Yuan opened one eye.

Senior Sister Qingxuan stood nearby, arms folded, holding two steaming buns.

She tossed him one.

"So… starting to think you're a genius, huh?"

Lin Yuan caught the bun, confused. "What?"

She took a bite of hers and said through a full mouth, "You completed two steps in three nights. Now you're shocked the third didn't bow before you?"

He looked down.

She added dryly, "Your so-called talent came from your semi-divine body. And that came from stealing moonlight when you were half-dead. Not exactly a reproducible strategy."

Lin Yuan flushed slightly. "...I wasn't trying to steal."

Qingxuan turned and walked away. "Come on. Eat, sleep. Try again tomorrow."

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They sat together under the arch of moonflowers, eating in silence.

Then Lin Yuan asked, softly, "Senior Sister… why are you taking care of me?"

She paused.

He continued, voice lower now. "You should hate me. I was once your disciple. Then I broke off our master-disciple bond. I never even asked for forgiveness."

She said nothing.

Lin Yuan looked at his half-eaten bun. "That day… after I was defeated by a mortal… I was devastated. I really wanted to say sorry then. I just couldn't open my mouth."

His voice trembled, just a little.

"I'm sorry, Master."

Qingxuan stood up quickly—too quickly—and turned her face away.

"Stupid."

Then she ran.

Vanished into the dark corridor without another word.

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Lady Mingyan appeared moments later, floating gently down like a drifting moon petal.

"I think she's in love with you."

Lin Yuan blinked. "Really? I don't understand girls…"

She chuckled. "I don't either."

He blinked again. "But… aren't you a girl?"

She held her chin high. "No. I'm a woman."

Then she sat beside him, resting her arms behind her head.

**"Back when I was a monk, plenty of girls fell in love with me. One would smile and offer fruit. Another would cry for no reason. Some became happy, others became furious. Once, a girl cried and ran away after I spoke to her."

"Later that day, her brothers beat me. Then her lovers tried. Then her father scolded me for talking to his daughter. Then her mother yelled at me for not talking to her daughter properly."

Lin Yuan stared, horrified and impressed.

Lady Mingyan shrugged. "Then one day she came back alone. I used Mind-Breaking Roar out of frustration."

Silence.

"…Then I realized she was a girl and this time I completely screwed.I give some of my treasure and write down that I am sorry. "

She sighed. "After that, I went to the temple main hall and I don't dear to come out. Learned Mind Like Sea. It helped me increase my soul power. And patience."

Lin Yuan laughed despite himself. "You really had a hard life, Mom."

Lady Mingyan grinned. "Fortunately, you're cross-dressed as a girl. No one's beating you up over romance." The night was quiet. No moon, no wind. Just starlight trembling across the roof tiles of the Taiyin Sect.

Lin Yuan had gone to sleep early, exhausted from training and failed cultivation attempts.

Inside a secret realm the four women who raised him gathered to open the last massage from there husband.May be it's love letter,may be it's caltivation technique , maybe it's a treasure map, maybe his last wishe. Lady mingyean say hay don't be nervous ladies. The man you are thinking is already dead. Why are you so jealous now. Will you show every this letter. If you don't have any onjection,i will open it. Three of them nodded .

Lady mingyean set the glowing jade scroll down gently on the stone table between them.

They each placed a hand on the scroll.

It opened.

And the voice began.

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It wasn't loud.

It wasn't commanding.

It was just… him.

Their husband. The one they once followed through hell and sky.

Or rather—his final will, spoken not to them, but to the shadows they had become.

To the clones.

To themselves.

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"To those who remain…"

> I don't know how much you remember.

If you remember everything, then I'll say this:

I was very stupid. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't take risk like this. I am very immature and careless. I was just angry. I should stop you to follow me.

If you remember nothing… then I'll say this:

Please.

Take care of our children.

Lady An's fingers clenched around the edge of her sleeve.

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> I have one final treasure. A secret realm I built long ago, with the last of my treasure. My wish was to make a playground for my kids.

I leave it in your care.

In exchange, just give our children a safe life.

I am dying now—with my wives.

My real wives. Not you.

But once… you were part of them.

You are not servants.

You are not tools.

You are echoes of our love.

Lady Fangyuan lowered her eyes. Silent tears streaked down her calm face.

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> My enemies will destroy my kingdom.

My sons and daughters will have no protection.

If you wish, disappear. Live a new life.

But if your heart stirs…

Please don't let them die alone.

> To my wife clones—

When I married your original selves, you were part of them.

I suppose, in a strange way, that means I was once your husband too.

But now… you are free.

> If you fall in love again—congratulations.

Don't feel guilt.

Don't feel bound to me.

I would rather you find happiness than chain yourself to memory.

Lady Baihua sniffled and wiped her face quickly. "Why did he always talk like a fool in love…"

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> And to… me.

My clone.

I won't command you either.

But I ask you to read my diary.

All the things I should have become… and shouldn't become… are written there.

You have children now.Do not be amature like me.

Don't force others to stay with you.

If they leave, let them go.

If they stay, love them without regret.

> I prepared gifts.

Anniversary gifts.

If they marry someone else…

Give them those gifts as wedding presents.

Lady Mingyan covered her mouth.

None of them could speak.

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> If you can help them, help them.

If you're forgotten, it's alright.

> Just…

Take our children to Eafy.

She's the Princess of the Jade Beast clan

And my former pet.

She'll protect them, even if she hates me.

Lady An closed her eyes tightly. "So he really trusted that centor…"

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> I hope my children never become monsters.

I hope they never seek revenge.

I hope…

They become better than me.

Live quietly, little ones.

Live.

> And to all of you…

Thank you for existing.

> — Li Xun

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The scroll faded into silver mist.

There was no signature at the bottom. No technique. No hidden power.

Just that name.

And a thousand unspoken memories.

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None of the four women moved for a long time.

Lady Baihua finally broke the silence.

"…He didn't beg us to stay. Not once."

Lady Mingyan nodded slowly. "He gave us a door. But didn't force us to open it."

Lady Fangyuan whispered, "He didn't even ask us to remember him."

Lady An placed a hand over her chest. "That's why I do."

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That night, as Lin Yuan slept soundly in his bed, his mothers sat together under starlight.

They did not speak of love or orders.

They did not call themselves wives or clones.

They were simply women.

And they chose—not out of duty or programming—but out of something deeper.

To stay.

To protect their children they don't give birth.