Wuxia: I Forge Swords into Puppets, and the Saintess Pursues Me

A cold pool tempers the bones of the sword, while the sound of a zither shatters the Nine Hells!

When Lin Aobing was ten, he watched the Ancestor Tongtian slaughter his entire family. His mother shoved him into a hidden cupboard. With bloodied fingertips, she scratched five bloody marks into its door: Survive... Ten years later, he became his enemy's most prized sword puppet, suffering the torment of ten thousand swords piercing his heart in the cold pool every day, all to temper a set of sword bones capable of bearing the Heavenly Secrets Sword Manual.

Does it hurt? Remember, this pain is nothing compared to one ten-thousandth of what your father felt when he died!

Amid Ancestor Tongtian's cold laughter, Lin Aobing found half of a scorched-tail zither at the bottom of the pool. The blood letter hidden inside revealed that the one who killed his father was not Tongtian, but Feng Huixuewu, the Blood Shadow Sect Master!

To save Bai Ruohan, the icy beauty, from poison, he stormed the Blood Shadow Sect alone, only to discover that the phoenix birthmark on the back of his neck was the key to opening the Blood Phoenix Mausoleum. When zither and sword rang as one and shattered Ancestor Tongtian's mask, the face beneath was none other than Feng Huixuewu's!

Who do you think I am?

You are the true key to the Blood Phoenix Mausoleum!**

Amid a storm of blood and violence, Lin Aobing raised his sword to the heavens:

Let my sword bones be the guide and my zither heart the sacrifice. Today, let every righteous and wicked soul gathered here become a stepping stone on my path to enlightenment!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.