Purple Severed Soul: A Love Story of Swords

The saber is no death-dealing blade, the sword no heart-stealing weapon. We gaze across the Lianghan Cottage, worlds apart in life and death.

The east wind sweeps across the grass, tangled branches crisscross over Qiantang. The martial world surveys the bold and passionate men; the martial arts towers sing of courtesans and lovers.

Drifting faintly above the heavens, a room remains just as it was. The martial world is like a raging sea, sweeping all away; beneath it, the whole gambling house loses.

Jiangnan has nothing to offer, only those who are poor, pure, and honest. I make a special trip to seek your honor in Qiongzhou, tending the sacred flame as we await the White River of Stars.

Echoes ring through the secluded mountains, sorrowfully winding on until they fade. In the river, heads leap as they vie for the green willows; in Xuan Pavilion, one silently kills the people in the same boat.

The mountains emerge, and the ranks are wiped out; a thin stream slips gently into error. The Mu family shatters the mirror-water sails, and recent events stir the heart until tears threaten to fall.

The Xiao melody is sought once more; Chu lives in seclusion from the world. Two people stand together, unafraid to defy their family and enemies. Do not raise your cup in celebration amid this strangeness.

The waterfall shines like rain-washed glass; gold and jade cannot compare to talent and looks. There is no way for the spirit platform to escape the old core; I entrust my hopes to the cold stars, sealing away my exhortation.

"The world's grievances and feuds, though heaven and earth be questioned, could never have been counted in the old days.

The love and hatred of those who come after, carried off with the wind, will slay until heaven and earth are plunged into chaos.

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