I'm Really the Villain in This Wuxia World

I, a young scholar, dreamed of entering the martial world, blundering into a world of blades and swords. The world is vast, yet where can I call home? A cold moon shines upon a lonely tower.

The young flock to the martial world to vie for supremacy and seize the heavens and earth. You drink three cups of righteous spirit, while I split open Heaven's Gate with a single sword. The heavens and earth are my robe, my feet are my steeds; with a mere gesture, I can reckon the sun and stars.

I have cast off greed, hatred, and delusion, yet cannot become a Buddha. How can I escape the bonds of love? I might as well return to the secular world.

Red robes dance through peach blossom woods, while palm strikes startle a lone swan. She dares to contend with the Black Dragon for Heaven's Mandate; the Phoenix Queen has never been outdone by anyone. Her dark hair winds around her willow waist, yet she is as steadfast as iron. Who says women are inferior to men?

The dynastic clans divide the world, while Buddhism and Taoism split the Central Plains. Yet none can rival one person and one sword claiming the ends of the earth. Alas, the thousand-year-old demonic sect fell apart overnight, and the three sects and seven schools came to nothing.

There are always people beyond people, and heavens beyond the heavens. I was born beyond the heavens, and now I fly through the martial world.

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