The short version: “Watch me sever a thousand mountains with one sword.”
A xianxia story with a small ensemble cast.
Stubborn, resilient, incredibly capable, and deeply suspicious Mei Yuchun, a sword-and-talisman cultivator who’s both a powerhouse and sharp-minded × cool, restrained, gentle, and hopelessly lovestruck Zhang Xianzhi, a young man three years older than everyone else whose fan-wielding battle record speaks for itself × quirky, penniless Zhou Fuling, whose music can both attack and defend and who’s the group’s ray of sunshine × sharp-tongued, cold-hearted, miserly Zhu Qi’an, a master forger who’s always repairing everyone’s weapons × gentle, innocent-looking walking blood bank Le Zhishu, a young man who often coughs up blood and whose divinations are uncannily accurate, making him invaluable when it counts
Ensemble cast × xianxia × friendship × family × romance
The funny version: Why is this handsome young gentleman always waving around a fan?
And why is there a woman playing the zither in the pavilion? It sounds like the geese my maternal grandparents kept, honking away!
Wait, that young fellow wants to take down a hulking man eight feet tall with a few needles?
And you, young man, why are you sighing and tossing coins around?
Mei Yuchun sighed and rubbed her forehead. “...This road to immortality... won’t be easy...”
But after they met, four other people somehow ended up following in Mei Yuchun’s wake.
“Yuchun may not amount to much, but I know I’ll be the first immortal in a hundred years.”
Everyone, say our team name loud and clear: “One, two, three, four, five!”
Please, please give it a look. I’m begging you! *throws a tantrum, rolls around, and bats eyelashes*
Theme: Everyone is the protagonist of their own story.
I’m simply telling their stories from an onlooker’s perspective.
I hope you enjoy reading! If it’s not for you, then perhaps we’ll meet another time!
