A hundred years ago, Canglan's spiritual veins awakened, and the spiritual energy flooded the steel forest like a tide. Sword huts are suspended among the high-rise buildings in Shanghai and Haicheng, blood mist surges under the mountain city, and the aroma of medicine in Chengdu mixes with the steam of hot pot - when the modern city transforms into a spiritual battlefield, Ye Qingsong's story begins with the reverberation of the sword spirit at the bottom of the Huangpu River.
As the chief disciple of Cangsong Sect, Ye Qingsong was born to resonate with the aura of pine wood. The Cangsong Sword in his sleeve can turn pine needles into blades. The little white tiger on his shoulder looks soft and waxy, but in fact it is the cub of an ancient black ice white tiger. He thought his parents died at the beginning of the spiritual tide, until when he was chasing the Blood Demon Sect spies on the subway, the blood-colored coordinates of the seal between his eyebrows suddenly burned, and the afterimage of his mother before her death appeared in the scabbard - it turned out that the fragments of the Canglan Sword Picture and the secret of the Blood Demon Bone Flute had been buried in the pine-grained spiritual bones when he was young.
