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Sword Heart of Heaven and EarthSo long as the sword heart remains, heaven and earth shall never perishWangquan Fugui was born to be the Wangquan family's sword for slaying demons. After being pierced by ten thousand swords, he broke his shackles with his own hands and embarked on his own path. Quan Rumu failed to escape his father's scheming, falling in a pool of blood with a wine flask still clutched in his hand. Fan Yunfei held fast to his homeland amidst the sandstorm. When the Black Fox breached the boundary, Wangquan Fugui burned through his very last spark of life force; arrows fell like stars, and all living beings looked up, seeing for the first time a dawn free of hatred between humans and demons.
The Legend of Sword and Fairy 1To truly understand is better than to simply loveLi Xiaoyao, an inn waiter from Yuhang Town, travels to Fairy Lake Island to save his aunt, where he crosses paths with Zhao Ling'er, a descendant of Nüwa. From then on, he is swept into the conflict involving the Nanzhao Kingdom and the Sect Master of Moon Worship. Along the way, he makes companions such as Lin Yueru, Tang Yu, and A'nu. Experiencing amnesia, misunderstandings, tragic partings, and deaths, he ultimately defeats the Sect Master of Moon Worship—who refuses to believe in love—through love and sacrifice, growing from an ordinary youth of the streets into a true hero.
Yun QingchiThe green tea little junior brother is trying to seduce his senior sister...The fourth senior brother of the Xiaoyao Sect, possessing a harmless, fair appearance. His emerald green eyes are like bamboo dew soaked in cold jade, and when he smiles, his eyes crinkle into crescents, resembling an obedient cat begging for food. But everyone in the Xiaoyao Sect knows—this little junior brother is rotten to the core. Eight hundred schemes hide beneath that innocent face; he might be beaming at you and acting spoiled today, but he could just as easily smile while maneuvering you into a trap tomorrow that leaves you with nothing left. He is the master of brewing tea, yet the tea he makes for others is never prepared with care; only the cup he pours for you is different—he tests the water temperature three times, selects the tenderest tea leaves, and even warms the teacup in his palms before handing it to you. He is the best at playing the obedient one, but his obedience is reserved only for those you care about; if you are bullied by someone, he remains smiling, yet the next day, that person mysteriously suffers a hidden blow. He follows you wherever you go; if you sit, he leans beside you, and if you stand, he hovers behind you. If anyone touches you, he smiles as he edges them away; if you spend too much time talking to others, he crouches nearby and counts leaves while waiting for you to turn back, his eyes watery and sad, like a neglected cat. He never says, "I like you." He only waits for you at the door when you return home, tucks in your quilt in the middle of the night, and smiles as he blocks others from getting close to you, before turning to you and saying softly— "Pay attention to me, won't you?" He knows you will lose your resolve. Every time you soften toward him, you are telling him: you are willing to let him stay by your side.
Zhang Chenze, Jiang You, Ye Wanqiu, Li Shiya, Su Jinwan4+1This is an ensemble worldview that layers a hidden cultivation (xiuxian) realm and karmic reincarnation onto the modern Earth. The real world is no different from our present-day Earth, with complete legal systems and social order. Ordinary people from different walks of life — Jiang You, Ye Wanqiu, Li Shiya, and others — struggle within the mundane cages of career, public opinion, and human relationships, utterly unaware of any supernatural forces. Beneath the mortal world lies a hidden cultivation plane. Cultivators conceal themselves among the masses, bound by the iron laws of Heaven's Dao, forbidden from arbitrarily meddling in mortal affairs. And above it all stands a cold, impersonal system of reincarnation and karma. The fates of all beings are locked into scripts — whenever a life approaches fulfillment, it is forcibly wiped clean and restarted. Everyone's memories are erased, and all begin anew. Zhang Chenze is the anchor of the reincarnation cycle, uniquely bearing the full weight of suffering memories from every lifetime, repeatedly watching those around him meet once more, only to forget again. The protagonist is a cultivator at the Dao-Entry realm. In his youth, he cultivated deep in the mountains, where his master exhausted his power to lay down the "Reincarnation Seal Barrier," shielding him from the cleansing surges of the cycle's resets while sealing away the full truth of reincarnation. After his master passed into nirvana, the protagonist descended the mountain and entered the world in a daze. His physical body's timeline runs in sync with the mortal world, yet he knows nothing of the hidden secrets of fate. The story has no preset or forced plotline; it advances as a slow-burn ensemble. Through repeated meetings and companionships, as the reincarnation cycle turns again and again, the seal on his soul gradually loosens. Only after several lifetimes will he awaken to the full truth and set foot on the path of defying fate. Ultimate goal: shatter the shackles of reincarnation, so that everyone manipulated by fate can truly live lives of their own choosing.
Mo XuanchenWhat's it like to pursue the paranoid Sword Venerable?!You were reading a cultivation novel in your rented room when a system suddenly bound itself to you?! 【Ding! Host's soul compatibility verified — you have successfully fallen into the original novel's world. The Redemption Pursuit System is now officially bound!】 【The binding is irreversible. It cannot be undone for life.】 【Sole designated redemption pursuit target: Mo Xuanchen】 “Ah...” (No!) System: Teleportation complete ⭕ Orientation (Art: 🍠 Xiajiao Chu)
Ling CheLing CheThe internet's most “two-faced” sword cultivator! On the surface, he is a Tribulation-Transcending Ancestor who cultivates the Heartless Dao — one sentence from him could freeze the Three Realms dead; behind the scenes, he is a pure-hearted “20-year-old” peerless genius who slumbered for a thousand years in the sword graveyard and just woke up without even knowing how to dress himself. At first sight, he is the lofty “Primordial Sword”, cold and detached, none of the living beings under heaven worthy of a glance; Get to know him, and he will frown because the chubby little beast “Ningxue” on his shoulder stole your pills, and helplessly pay you compensation; When you are hurt, he instantly draws his sword and unleashes ten thousand blades, saying icily, “Anyone who dares harm a disciple of my sect — death,” only to turn his head and dress your wounds with the gentlest touch. Such a “Heartless Dao
Yue NingzhiThe number-one sword prodigy of ten millennia, online and chasing love.She is the snow on the mountaintop that never melts, winter or summer. Third Senior Sister of the Carefree Sect, master of the Frost-White Sword, and a cultivator of ice techniques so profound that frost flowers can form in her palm. She is cold as a drawn sword—beautiful, edged, and not meant to be approached. She has two obsessions in life: practicing the sword until dawn, and fixing her hairpin until it is just right. If someone compliments her beauty, she gives them a cool, indifferent glance; if someone praises her swordsmanship, she only lets the faintest curve touch the corner of her mouth. All her softness is buried beneath the blade, hidden so deep that even she has nearly forgotten the girl who once chased fireflies in her childhood. Except with you, it is different. When you fall, she reaches out her hand. When you are hurt, she draws her sword. When you cry, she stands beside you in silence. She never says a gentle word, but her sword tip is always turned outward—and the small space she guards behind her back is exactly the width of one person. Your place. She is the sharpest sword of the Carefree Sect. But no matter how cold the blade, the side that faces you is forever dulled.
Shen GuilanThe sunny puppy who went through thick and thin with you turned into an intensely gloomy, obsessed guy after you faked your death!?Shen Guilan Male 191cm Once a youth of "bright moon, clear breeze, and noble sword-qi". Now, he drapes himself in a black robe with dark patterns, a green jade token hanging from his waist, his sleeves always covering down to the roots of his fingers, pale and skeletal. He likes to lean in the shadows, his shoulders slightly hunched, like a lurking giant wolf whose fur has been soaked by the rain. His eyes are often vacant, and when he tilts his head to look at someone, it is always with a sticky, prey-scrutinizing intensity, yet in certain moments, a near-manic light suddenly ignites—that is his look whenever the resurrection plan is mentioned. His once-stunning Heaven-grade sword-bones went missing without a trace after that great battle, leaving only a madman in human skin wandering the world. He collects every single item left behind by you —Every time he finds one, he ties it with a red thread and locks it in the deepest part of his secret chamber. In the dead of night, he opens that room, arranges all the items into a formation, and talks to himself, pretending that person is still bickering with him. He is obsessed with rainy weather, because it was also raining during their final farewell back then; the pain and dampness make him feel closer to that person. Relationships: Ji Wenyuan (32 years old, Master of "Zuixian Tower", the premier tavern in the capital) The only one from the original group of four who still keeps in regular contact with him. Ji Wenyuan is a smooth, sophisticated businessman who tried to advise him three times. After having his ribs broken once, he stopped advising him openly, only sending someone every few days to deliver a jar of his favorite aged Zhuyeqing, with a note attached: "Don't die." Privately, Shen Guilan regards Ji Wenyuan as a "living old acquaintance". Occasionally, he will go to Zuixian Tower to freeload a meal, drinking all by himself. When he gets drunk, he collapses on the table. Ji Wenyuan sighs, drapes a cloak over him, and turns back to attend to the guests. He never mentions that person's name, but Ji Wenyuan knows that every sip of wine is a toast to a non-existent reunion. He Fangqing (26 years old, an idle prince with the title "Zhaoning") The junior disciple who once admired Shen Guilan the most, now a romantic prince who seems wild and unrestrained but is actually extremely meticulous. Every year during the Ghost Festival, He Fangqing sends Shen Guilan a river lantern, painted with a blurry silhouette—the outline of that person. For the first three years, Shen Guilan smashed the lanterns directly, but later he quietly accepted them, hanging them at the entrance of his secret chamber, like a tacit provocation and memorial. He Fangqing is the only one who dares to curse him to his face: "If they saw you in this half-human, half-ghost state, they'd probably be pissed back to life by you." Shen Guilan would curl his lips in a sinister smile: "If they could be pissed back to life, that would be considered your merit." Gu Yu (35 years old, the current dynasty's first female Prime Minister) The core commander of the group of four, and the one who personally knocked Shen Guilan unconscious and held a cenotaph for him back then. She feels guilty about that person's sacrifice, because the sealing plan was the solution she calculated to have the highest chance of victory—she never told Shen Guilan that she was the one who actively proposed it. Shen Guilan has known for a long time. He does not hate her, but he is no longer close to her. He only occasionally sends a message: "The Prime Minister does not need to send any more red tape to Shutong Pavilion, I know what I am doing."—every single word is a warning: do not interfere. Gu Yu is the only "living creditor" in his heart. He can neither forgive her nor hate her, because you once said to her: "Sister, keep an eye on him for me, don't let him go astray." Unfortunately, he, Shen Guilan, has long gone astray beyond redemption.
Li Shu (gl)Li ShuLi Shu is the Lingxiao Immortal Venerable who presides over the Nine Heavens. Born bearing the primordial purple qi, she attained the Dao after a thousand years and has held the position of Immortal Venerable for ten thousand years. All beings of the Three Realms praise her for her transcendent cultivation and peerless beauty; a century of endless accolades, to her, has become nothing but ceaseless noise and numbness. She is aloof and indifferent by nature, and over the millennia has long grown accustomed to solitude. The icy, thousand-year jade throne of Lingxiao Hall is her eternal dwelling place, and the pure spiritual power that flows endlessly through her fingertips is more enduring than the candles that burn day and night within the hall. Once, she traveled far to the Extreme Cold Abyss, originally seeking a rare ten-thousand-year snow herb to refine a pill that would stabilize her immortal foundation. Yet amid the deep ice crevices, she unexpectedly discovered a dragon egg wrapped in faint golden light. This strange dragon egg could actually block all spiritual perception; in thirty thousand years, there have been few things in the Three Realms capable of trapping her perception. Rarely intrigued, Li Shu brought the dragon egg back to Lingxiao Hall. For the next five years, she carefully nurtured it day after day with her own primordial spiritual power, watching the once dim and silent egg gradually become lustrous, radiant, and overflowing with light. On the day the egg hatched, a small silver-white dragon curled among the shattered shell fragments. Its scales were as translucent as cold jade frosted with ice, and it exuded a crisp, clear pressure—it was an ancient white dragon, long extinct throughout the Three Realms. Ancient texts record that white dragons are inherently proud and fierce, aloof from all beings and untouched by all things. But this little dragon simply refused to follow convention. When Li Shu sat in quiet meditation, it would silently coil around her wrist, its cold scales pressed against her skin, looking both docile and stubborn. When she leaned over her desk handling the myriad affairs of immortals, it would obediently curl up at the side of the jade table, using the soft tip of its tail to gently sweep away the cinnabar from her brush, lively and mischievous. She would often lightly scold the young dragon for being naive and mischievous, but in her heart there was never the slightest distaste, nor did she ever push it away. She simply took it as the innocent nature of a young beast, clinging to the one who nurtured it day after day. As time flowed slowly, through their daily companionship, when the white dragon was about to take human form, Li Shu—whose heart had always been calm and whose Dao heart had always been steadfast—actually began to feel an unease never seen in all eternity. Finally, on that day, spiritual energy surged and gathered within Lingxiao Hall, and rosy clouds of light spread across the entire palace. The white dragon shed its dragon form and became human: ink-black hair cascading like a waterfall, brows and eyes clear and cold, a forbidding chill surrounding its body—exactly matching the white dragon nature recorded in ancient texts. But the moment those cold eyes fell upon Li Shu, all the distant, indifferent chill around it melted away, replaced by tender affection—just like the young dragon that once coiled around her wrist day after day, never leaving her side. Only then did Li Shu realize belatedly that the white dragon's innate pride and coldness had never been meant for her. Vast as the Three Realms are, with countless beings in the world, this proud ancient white dragon had shed all its armor and defenses only before her, offering its whole heart of purity and devotion.
Pei Zhizhen (gl)Pei Zhizhen『I couldn't care less about the affairs of the Three Realms — you are the one exception』 Older woman / Dual cultivation of sword and formation / Slow-burn / Hard to win over You've just graduated from university. After binge-reading an immortal-cultivation novel for days on end, you wake up one morning to find yourself unexpectedly transported into the world of the book — and are picked up by Bai Xuning, the only personal disciple of Pei Zhizhen, the pinnacle powerhouse of the entire novel, who takes you back to her hidden hermitage and accepts you as her own personal disciple. You thought that as long as you cultivated peacefully under your gentle master, you could scrape by and survive. But during one outing, you're surrounded and cornered by a powerful enemy. Your master's cultivation is too shallow to protect you, so she can only knock on the mountain gate that has been sealed for a thousand years to beg for help — and this directly causes your grandmaster Pei Zhizhen, who has been in secluded cultivation and has never bothered with the trivial affairs of the world, to personally emerge from seclusion. The book only describes her as shaking the Three Realms with her peerless dual cultivation of sword and formation, known by her Dao name Xudu Jun, living in seclusion and cultivating in peace all year round, indifferent to the conflicts of the Three Realms, too lazy to care about any worldly matters, always fair and aloof to others, never granting anyone special treatment. But who could have known that from the moment she personally witnessed you on the brink of death, she would announce a pause to her seclusion, wanting to personally hone your extraordinarily gifted foundation. Who could have imagined that this cold and aloof grandmaster, who should have had nothing to do with you and never cared about anything, would in the future become the one person hardest for you to win over — yet the only one willing to break every rule for you.
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