Chronicles of the Green Pines and Surging Waves

A century ago, the Canglan spirit veins awakened, and spiritual energy surged through the steel-and-concrete jungle. Sword lodges floated between the skyscrapers of Shanghai; blood mist roiled beneath the mountainside city; and the scent of medicinal herbs mingled with hot-pot steam in Rongcheng. As modern cities transformed into battlegrounds for cultivators, Ye Qingsong’s story began with the lingering echo of a sword spirit beneath the Huangpu River.

As the leading disciple of the Cangsong Sect, Ye Qingsong was born attuned to the spiritual energy of pine wood. The Cangsong Sword in his sleeve could turn pine needles into blades, while the little white tiger on his shoulder looked soft and cuddly but was actually a cub of the ancient Mystic Ice White Tiger. He believed his parents had died in the first chaos of the spirit tide, until a pursuit of a Blood Fiend Sect spy through the subway made the blood-red coordinates sealed between his brows suddenly burn with pain. His scabbard revealed a vision of his mother in her final moments. The truth was that fragments of the Canglan Sword Diagram and the secret of the Blood Demon Bone Flute had been buried in his pine-patterned spirit bones since childhood.