In Renegade Immortal (仙逆), a father faces the unthinkable: his only son, Wang Ping, is a Living Corpse—cursed by the boy’s own mother, Liu Mei (柳眉), into a Vengeful Spirit. Wang Lin, a cultivator forged in loss and revenge, spends years spoon-feeding bitter medicine to a child who cannot truly taste it, channeling his Cultivation to merge each drop of healing into flesh that should have rotted away. Liu Mei is already dead, devoured by another before Wang Lin could claim her life. But does that erase the crime? Does death bring forgiveness? Or is a father’s hatred something that even Karma cannot wash clean? The answer, as Wang Lin discovers, is not a simple yes or no—it is a brutal lesson in letting go.
The Cursed Son
Wang Ping (王平) never had a real childhood. From the moment Liu Mei turned him into a vengeful spirit, he existed as a hollow shell—aware, breathing, but empty inside. Wang Lin used the sword energy of Ling Tianhou (凌天侯) to forge a temporary body for his son, and then came the long, agonizing work of purification. Each day, he fed the boy bitter herbs that Wang Ping’s body could not absorb on its own. He had to use his own powers to dissolve the medicine into those dead veins, over and over, without a single complaint. It was a father’s love dressed in relentless labor.
He even stationed Immortal Guards to watch over Wang Ping, afraid that any wandering ghost or enemy cultivator might destroy what little remained of his son. The storage pouch Liu Mei left behind contained notes on how to break the resentment curse, but the method demanded something Liu Mei never gave: time. So Wang Lin decided to live as a mortal again, to walk away from power and sit quietly beside his son for one complete human lifespan. That second descent into ordinary life—watching Wang Ping laugh, cry, and finally sleep without nightmares—was what truly burned the resentful energy away. No spell, no sword, just a father staying put.
Undying Hatred
Does Wang Lin forgive Liu Mei? Absolutely not. He is a man who remembers every slight, every drop of blood spilled. If she were still alive, he would chase her across every star and realm until one of them fell. But she is gone—consumed by Huan Wuqing (幻无情) before Wang Lin could even raise his hand. That forced him to stop. Not because he wanted to, but because the target of his rage no longer existed. The Cycle of Rebirth, which forms the core of his cultivation, does not allow him to drag a corpse into the courtroom of vengeance.
Before Liu Mei ever created the vengeful spirit, Wang Lin had already tried to cut the ties between them. When she appeared on Ran Yun (冉云) Star, he wanted nothing to do with her. But Liu Mei hated him with a fire that bordered on madness. That very hatred kept pulling them back together, looping the same pain over and over. Killing her would have been clean. But her death at another’s hands left the knot half-tied. For a cultivator walking the path of cause and effect, an unfinished grudge is like a splinter under the skin—it festers. He had to find a way to let it go, not for her sake, but for his own.
The Clone’s Redemption
Then came Mu Bingmei (木冰眉). She is the original body, the source from which Liu Mei was cloned as a mere split form. Unlike her cruel duplicate, Mu Bingmei carries no malice. She was ashamed of what Liu Mei had done, so much so that she saved Wang Lin from the hands of Tian Yunzi, a powerful schemer who could have crushed him. But Wang Lin could not separate the clone from the original. Every time he saw Mu Bingmei’s face, he saw the woman who had turned his son into a ghost. He refused to let her even look at Wang Ping.
Yet Mu Bingmei never retaliated. She waited. She showed kindness without demanding forgiveness. Slowly, Wang Lin began to see the difference. He realized that punishing her for Liu Mei’s sins was another form of the same unending karma that had trapped him for centuries. So he did something unexpected: he left a clone of his own behind to accompany Mu Bingmei. Not as a lover, not as a prize, but as a quiet acknowledgment that some debts are not paid with blood. They are paid with presence. And in that small, gentle act, Wang Lin finally closed the circle. Not by forgiving Liu Mei, but by choosing to live alongside someone completely different—someone who deserved the mercy he could never give to her.