Aloof, ascetic Immortal Venerable gong x gentle, unhinged sword spirit shou
The night I was thrown into the furnace, I counted the water clock's drips as I watched myself turn to ash, bit by bit.
The new emperor said this was the sachet the Grand Secretary loved most, and that it should be burned along with his thirteen clans for their crimes.
Three hundred years later, I woke inside a sword embryo and became the Han Yu sword spirit, feared throughout the cultivation world. The noble young master who had kept me close to his heart for seventeen years now raised my chin with his sword tip. "My sword should not smell of mortals."
They all say the Immortal Venerable cultivates the Path of Unfeeling.
But they don't know that whenever he circulates his cultivation technique, I see golden curse marks appear along his spine. They are the lock formed from the thirty-three curses of regicide in our past life, while the burning mark around my neck is the knot Heaven has tied to bind us to our doom.
"My lord, they burned me for thirteen hours before I turned to ash." I smiled and pressed the blade against his throat. "If you abandon me again this time..."
On the day the Nine Heavens Mirror shattered, the entire cultivation world watched as the Han Yu Immortal Venerable crushed the Chosen One's life bell with his bare hands. His bloodied fingertips brushed the cinnabar mark between my brows. "This time, I'll let my sword spirit choose Heaven's law."
