Wuxia Crossover: Telling Tales in Snow Moon City, Reviewing the Sword Immortals of the World

Pushing open the wooden door of the Worldly Teahouse is like opening a rift in time and space.

Onstage, a man in plain robes rests a ruler that can steady mountains and rivers, and taps a wooden block that awakens dust-covered dreams.

He tells of Li Chungang riding the tide across the river and slaying an arhat with his sword. The swords below the stage sing of their own accord. He says the Snow Moon Sword Immortal ranks fourth, and in the corner, frost gathers at the fingertips of a white-robed guest.

This teahouse has three rules: it does not deceive the ear, for every word rings like a sword and shattered jade; it does not deceive the heart, for every tale is steeped in blood, tears, and the fate of the land; it does not deceive those bound by fate, for the destined hear the Heavenly Gate open, while the rest can only drink a cup of tea.

The martial world is fraught with danger, but the world within these walls is vast and peaceful. The proprietor says, “Here, even the gods cannot harm you.”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.