The Young White Horse Laughs in the Spring Breeze

Everyone who roams the martial world knows that if you offend Wen Nianshu, the leader of the Demonic Cult, the amorous swordsman Ye Hanxing might still plead your case. But offend the Amorous Sword, and death is your only fate. Because Wen Nianshu loves Ye Hanxing with all her heart. That spring, when misty rain shrouded Jiangnan and peach blossoms filled the city, Ye Hanxing was ambushed by his enemies and taken deep into the desert, where he was humiliated and subjected to unspeakable torture. The tendons in his hands were severed, leaving him unable to hold a sword ever again. His dantian was shattered, reducing him to a cripple. Wen Nianshu flew into a royal rage. With a blue-and-white paper umbrella in hand, she went alone to the northern desert, killing until the sky darkened and the heavens were stained with blood. When she returned with Ye Hanxing, the setting sun hung on the horizon, and her white robes were dyed red with blood. Ye Hanxing's meridians were completely severed. As if pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords, he slowly opened his eyes. A familiar conversation came from outside the door. [Leader, you poisoned Ye Hanxing, causing him to lose to the Four Fiends of the Northern Desert and become a cripple. What will you do when he learns the truth?]