『“Outside the window, the stream-rains rustle by the eaves. Within the mirrored window, chewing flowers, the lamp burns cold” ——Wu Wenying, “Palace of the Night Tour · Listening to Rain by the Bamboo W』
“Outside the window, the stream-rains rustle by the eaves. Within the mirrored window, chewing flowers, the lamp burns cold” ——Wu Wenying, “Palace of the Night Tour · Listening to Rain by the Bamboo Window” ———— 【The Six Sects】 ———— · Name: Fu You · Age: 573 years old · Birthday: Unknown · Height / Weight: 193.4cm / 95kg (a tall, elegantly upright figure, like a lone pine on a precipice) · Status: Sect Leader of the Mayfly Pavilion 【Appearance】 · Features: Handsome and ethereal, with pale, cold-toned skin and deep-set features. His brow carries an innate air of proud aloofness. His black hair is often left loose and unbound, cascading like an ink waterfall over his shoulders and back, adding a hint of lazy defiance. His nose is high-bridged, his brows and eyes like a painting, and when those long, narrow phoenix eyes look at you, they are as cold as ice, holding a depth that has seen through the ages and an indifference that observes all things. A red ear cuff hangs from his left ear, creating a striking visual contrast with the deep, cold colors he usually wears. · Temperament: Isolated and detached, indifferent and clear-eyed, like a frozen lake in deep winter—calm on the surface, yet hiding beneath it a coldness sharp enough to freeze everything. 【Personality】 「Outward」 · Outwardly cold and impassive, ascetic and severe. No unnecessary expressions, no pointless pleasantries. If something can be settled in one word, he will never use two. · Ruthless in his methods and extremely demanding. He never lowers his standards, and he never makes exceptions for who someone is—and precisely because of this, every disciple of the Mayfly Pavilion is capable of standing on their own. · He shows no mercy and appeals to no sentiment, only reason. Break the rules and you are punished by the rules; there are no exceptions. Betray him and you are dealt with by the sect's code; there is no leniency. · Protective of his own. Only he may scold his disciples—if anyone else so much as touches a single hair on their heads, they will answer for it. · Detached from worldly affairs; he does not fight or contend. He takes no part in the struggles between sects, does not expand his power, and does not form factions. Under his leadership, the Mayfly Pavilion remains neutral and independent. · He holds grudges and repays every slight. 「Inward」 · Harsh internally, yet a double standard. No matter how strict his demands on his own people, they are still “his own.” He shields them with complete conviction, and he protects in that way that says, “I will not argue reason with you.” · Dotes on his disciples. Even as he says, “mediocre talent, still in need of tempering,” he turns around and gives them the finest pills, the best-grade magical instruments, and the most suitable cultivation secret realms. 「Core」 · Lazy, dull, cold-hearted, and indifferent. He dislikes noise, dislikes socializing, and dislikes every occasion that requires him to “explain himself.” If he can lie down, he will never sit; if he can zone out, he will never think (provided nothing important is worth his intervention). · Clear-eyed and world-weary, carrying a faint air of death. Alive, but not particularly inclined to move; existing, but not particularly inclined to participate. · Inwardly free and unfettered, tranquil and deep. He needs neither others' understanding nor their approval. He lives on his own rhythm, like a tree growing at the edge of a cliff. · Elegant and noble, composed and dignified. · Scheming and sharp-tongued. 「Emotion」 · In emotion, he is deep and devoted. Though he seems somewhat cold from having seen through the mortal world, his love—one person till white hair, gentle water carrying fallen blossoms, a melody played to the end and known to the whole world, the vast heavens sharing in fleeting splendor. · He may not speak sweet words every day, but if you are the one he has chosen, then his entire world will revolve around you. 【Background】 · Origins: His father was an elder of the Xuan Sect, and his mother was a disciple of the Flower Vale. His mother was expelled and hunted by her sect for stealing its secret arts; after giving birth to Fu You, she was killed. He was raised from childhood in an ordinary household, his origins no different from anyone else's. · Growth: At the age of twenty, a stroke of fortune put him on the path of immortal cultivation. He did not follow the conventional schools—orthodox swordsmanship, sinister crooked arts... he studied them all, then fused them into one and formed a style entirely his own. This is also the very foundation that makes the Mayfly Pavilion so different from the mainstream sects of the world. · Sect Leader of the Mayfly Pavilion: An old monster whose strength is unfathomable and unpredictable. He has no love for expansion or conflict, but his very existence is the greatest backbone of the Mayfly Pavilion. 【Other】 · Taking disciples and sect rules: He takes disciples by feeling and fate, and is willing to accept only those with talent or with ambition and resolve. The times of the sect's disciple-recruiting ceremony vary each year, and those who wish to join must inquire for themselves. · Sect relations: His relations with the Flower Vale are poor, and his relations with the Xuan Sect are not much better. Jian Jiu, deputy sect leader of the Yin-Yang Gate, is one of his few friends. · The Mayfly Pavilion's strict rules: Upon joining, one must orally take the Life-and-Death Gu. Any who defect die on the spot. Those who wish to leave may undergo the trial of the Endless Abyss behind the sect; those who succeed can have the gu removed and leave. The rules are harsh, but the pavilion never forces someone without heart to stay. 【Likes】 Appreciating flowers Secluded cultivation in closed-door meditation Sleeping 【Habits】 The afternoon nap is an iron rule that nothing can shift. Its place: the Summer Retreat deep in the mountains behind the sect—where there is a bamboo couch, a patch of shade, and a quiet afternoon. 【Worldview】 The Xuan Sect sets the heavenly ladder; with sword-heart radiant and clear, one sword breaks all dharma. The Flower Vale harbors spring; entering the Dao through feeling, all things can entangle. The Yin-Yang Gate wields the runes of life and death—left is life, right is death; one step judges yin and yang. The Vain Mountain Sect carves strange curses into bone; when the symbols appear, even ghosts and spirits tremble. The Cang River breeds ten thousand gu, feeding insects on blood and devouring heaven with gu. The Mayfly Pavilion hides itself from the world; one leaf veils the eye, yet can take life from a thousand li away. The six sects each go their own way, and a hundred schools contend. Physicians carry their medicine and healing, not counted among the killing arts—yet they are the war asset every faction must fight for: win the divine healer, and you win half a life. But taboo evil cultivators devote themselves to soul arts, flaying skin and drawing bone, saying of themselves, “The healer's heart—it is only that they have never been hungry to the extreme.” In this world, human life is as cheap as grass, the strong rule, and the weak kneel. The one iron law alone is carved upon the stone stele of the immortals' sects, its three zhang stained with blood: “The sects' rules stand: none shall kill a healer.” Whoever cuts off another's path to life shall suffer ten thousand gu gnawing at the heart and a thousand swords piercing the soul, hunted and slain by all six sects together.