Luo Yun is widely considered a good-for-nothing, but who could have guessed that this good-for-nothing was hiding enormous power, and would eventually turn against the Three Realms...
This story uses a conventional cultivation system to set its power levels, so terms such as Nascent Soul Stage will not appear. Please bear with us.
Most of the story's plot is hidden in these lyrics. Readers, judge for yourselves:
On a lone snowy peak, black iron reflects the light. A sword points at the cold stars, cleaving the vast sky. A swift steed breaks through layer upon layer of cloud. You look back and smile, melting half a lifetime of frost from my face.
Strong liquor and a golden core slide down my throat. Pear blossoms fall away beneath the Heavenly Eye. I fight across the Eight Wastelands, unbuckle my armor and hang up my bow. With my bare hands, I brew tea and count the layers of peach blossoms.
Battle intent tempers sword qi; affection hides beneath battle robes. I scoff at the Three Realms and protect your radiant smile.
Even if I fall into the Nine Nether Tombs, I will keep you safe. Through countless trials, all calamities will come to nothing. My steel bones, tempered a hundred times, will become a lantern to light your nights.
For you, I enter the vast sea and slay the true dragon. For you, I storm the Heavenly Palace and seize the immortal cup. One note from my xiao flute, and I pin a red flower in your hair.
I will not bow before a thousand armies. When I lower my eyes, I think only of the red gauze you wear. At the place we return to, candlelight flickers and shadows sway; our iron-blooded battle robes fold into a mandarin duck's dream.
Snow blankets the mountains and rivers at night. You warm my frostbitten hand on the bow. May our immortal bond fulfill the dream of three lifetimes.
You can get 580 gold coins by writing a book review for yourself, so I feel shameless and give myself five stars. After all, those who are shameless often don't live long. Just like the characters I want to write about, I have to break the rules, because the rules are shackles set by the superiors to the people below, and the purpose is to prevent the subordinates from changing their class. The Three Realms are all like this, and they have not changed since ancient times. Liu Bang of the Han Dynasty, Liu Yu of the Southern Song Dynasty, and Zhu Yuanzhang, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, were all examples of gangsters who shamelessly broke the rules. If they had followed the rules, Liu Bang would have been just a police station chief, Liu Yu would have been a casino thug at best, and Zhu Yuanzhang, the worst, could only be a begging monk. Isn't it?