A Northern Heart Full of Sorrow

A seemingly cold and taciturn chief with a tender, gentle heart VS a seemingly cheerful, silver-tongued king of ghosts with a lonely and sensitive soul

A young man shakes the dust from his robes. Could he not be seen as a banner fluttering a thousand miles away...?

Yu Xingyun, the great merchant dynasty's peerless hero, made a name for himself at a young age. At fifteen, he crushed the fox demon army at the Battle of Yao Pass. The great merchant dynasty's prestige soared, and demon clans from every quarter flocked to its side.

Yu Xingyun could recite poetry and study the classics at three, chant the Six Jia at five, and survey the schools of thought at seven. The Yu family was a scholarly household. His grandfather, Yu Miao, served as Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince, while his father, Yu Qingfeng, held the post of Grand Secretary. His mother, Qin Wan, was renowned in the Sacred Capital as the foremost of its Four Virtuous Ladies. Yet, for some reason, at ten years old Yu Xingyun suddenly decided he had to go to Zhaoyao Mountain to study immortal arts and martial skills. No one could talk him out of it, and he nearly severed ties with his father over the matter. The whole Sacred Capital heard about it, and even the emperor was alerted. It was a family matter, but in the end, it was only with the emperor's protection that Yu Xingyun was allowed to go to Zhaoyao Mountain...

In the third year of Dinghao, chaos engulfed the world. War raged, a million bodies lay dead, and blood filled the rivers. The great merchant dynasty could not withstand the fox demons and was driven back at every turn. In that troubled age, fifteen-year-old Yu Xingyun rose to the challenge, taking on a grave responsibility in a time of crisis. He turned the tide and won the people's hearts.

In the fifth year of Dinghao, the demon clans surrendered. Yu Xingyun was made a Great General, becoming the youngest to hold that title since the founding of the great merchant dynasty.

Yet in an age of peace, a hero seemed to matter less. The days drifted by, and people no longer wanted war or to be kings. They wanted offices beneath the throne, money, beauty, fame, and everything else that was shallow and self-serving.

But before anyone could react, the fox demons had already smashed the Sacred Capital's jeweled branches and sweet dew with a single blow.