This Generation of Cultivator Siblings Is Too Wild!

[Soul transmigration]+ [Myriad Paths of cultivation]+ [Siblings rise from adversity]+ [Ensemble cast]+ [Confucian cultivation]

[Sharp-tongued master deceiver × genius sword immortal sister. Cultivation through the Way of Letters + ensemble struggle. A wrecking ball in the cultivation world sweeps through the immortal sects!]

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“A half-finished game of chess, with not a piece yet moved; half a scroll of history, already defying heaven.”

When Huo Han opened his eyes, he was clutching a bloodstained jade ring.

For millions of years, the Way of Letters had been a niche pursuit in the cultivation world, and those who wielded the brush rarely amounted to much.

But when ink fell from his brush, he wrote not talismans, but the moon over the river in Ode to the Red Cliffs, and the sheer majesty of The Road to Shu.

“As long as the literary legacy endures, fate can be changed.”

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“One sword, clear and bright, shatters illusion; half a lifetime adrift reveals the true heart.”

Whenever Lin Yan’er took up her sword, she heard the Azure Phoenix Sword ring out like a bloodied cry.

The red-robed sword spirit whispered in her dreams:

“The Clear Sky Sword Physique is both a gift from the Heavenly Dao and a curse.”

“If fate means to use my brother and me as chess pieces, then I’ll cut down the board!”

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“Cultivation knows no years, but the mortal world has its seasons.”

From a ruined courtyard in Yangzhou to proving the Dao in the Twelfth Realm; from a mortal scholar to the founder of the Way of Letters.

When Huo Han questions the Heavenly Dao with poetry as his sword, and Lin Yan’er cuts through the shackles of three thousand “false immortals,”

the chessboard in the white mist finally comes into view:

The one moving the pieces is neither human nor immortal, but the mountains and rivers of ages long sealed away.

The greatest secret of the cultivation world is that this game of chess was never finished.