Qing Lang had just come down from the mountain when he met Wen Shan. A clear childish voice followed the teacher, reciting one character at a time: “The sun and moon wax and wane; the stars are arrayed in the heavens. Cold gives way to heat, summer to winter; autumn brings harvest, winter stores it away...” He couldn’t understand the words, yet he was captivated. If I could hear this voice for a long time, life wouldn’t be so dull.
In his previous life, Su Wenshan’s ties of fate had run their course. In this life, he had planned to stay out of trouble beneath the heroine’s halo and ascend to the upper realm. But fate had other plans. There were always self-important people getting in his way and blocking his path. No matter. He had a sword in hand. Qing Lang, don’t you agree?
Let me introduce us again.
“I’m Wen Shan.”
“I’m Qing Lang.”
If growth and transformation require bloodshed, then let it be someone else’s blood.
“Wen Shan makes a good point.”
[Su Wenshan was born into a cultivation novel and became Su Wenshan, the doomed younger brother of the story’s heroine, Su Jin. She cultivates in a man’s body and takes to it just fine, only to regain her female body by a twist of fate...]
The original heroine Su Jin’s inner thoughts: “I’ve sailed past countless shores, yet none was the one I sought. I reached for the moon in the water, only to come up empty. Who ever cared whether I lived or died???”
