[Dual Rebirth + Single Female Lead + Romantic Daily Life + Cultivation + Pure Love + No System]

Jiang Mo once believed that having a Dao partner to share humble beginnings and support each other through the hardships of life was a true blessing.

He never imagined their seemingly perfect relationship would become hollow—both ultimately perishing in a tribulation of inner demons.

Jiang Mo deeply regretted his past.

If heaven could grant him another chance...

Then—he was reborn over 300 years in the past, at the age of fourteen, before he had even stepped onto the path of cultivation.

This time, he vowed to seal his heart, cut off love, and pursue the Dao alone!

The immortal path is cold and lonely. His path is solitary! Only by enduring loneliness can one reach the end!

What Jiang Mo didn’t know… was that next door, Meng Churan—also reborn—seemed to have made the exact same decision...

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“The mortal world is long and full of distractions. Cultivators should transcend such things.”

“Indeed. Everyone has their own path to follow, unbound by worldly attachments.”

“Then, where do you head, fellow cultivator?”

“Toward the eternal Dao.”

“Oh, stop! We’re in the middle of our wedding ceremony—we’ll be off to the bridal chamber soon!”

“Ah, that’s true.”

As they spoke, the two—dressed in crimson wedding robes—were already holding hands tightly, gazing into each other’s eyes with deep affection.

[Slice-of-life content + sweet romance + non-time-travel]

[Rating just released, will rise]

He accidentally entered the immortal sect and became the number one good-for-nothing, only to be crushed into dust by the prodigy and his childhood sweetheart right from the start?

Luo Shuang was chosen by the sect and was able to draw spiritual energy into her body in just one day. However, Lin Mo's spiritual energy disappeared as soon as it entered his body, and he became a useless person who could not cultivate in the eyes of others.

When everyone treated him like a joke, Lin Mo decisively turned his head, his face full of sincerity:

"Boss, is it too late to beg for forgiveness and apologize?"

Everyone thought he would fade into obscurity and become just another face in the crowd of geniuses.

Only Luo Shuang, in those seemingly resigned eyes, read a hint of incongruous calm.

...

Years later, when Lin Mo stood on the sun and moon, his sword pointing to the heavens, the world finally realized—

It turns out that the real genius is never a favored daughter of heaven, but the guy next to her who always said he wanted to "cling to his coattails"!

Above the clouds and seas of the heavens, he embraced her, who had long since become an unparalleled empress, and pressed her down onto the cloud bed.

"Can I still cling to your leg tonight?"