When a goofy sword cultivator meets a frosty immortal maiden, their red threads are tied together, and this tribulation of love takes a strange turn!
Mo Qingyu, the Xuantian Sect's chief disciple, was born with a sword bone but couldn't stop spouting nonsense. His motto in life was, "If I can lie down, I won't practice swordsmanship," until Chu Lingshuang sent his hair crown flying with a single strike on the Sword-Testing Platform.
This genius female sword cultivator of the Taixu Sect was as cold as ice. One slash from her could freeze fallen leaves three yards away, and even when insulting someone, she used only two words: "How noisy."
An accident forced the two of them into a binding through the ancient forbidden art known as the Swordheart Pact. A red thread wound around their wrists, tying their lives together. Mo Qingyu grinned cheekily. "Fairy Chu, care to try dual cultivation?" His answer was a barrage of sword light, followed by the awkward nights they were forced to spend in the same room.
Later, Mo Qingyu discovered that although Chu Lingshuang kept saying, "Once the pact is broken, we owe each other nothing," she secretly tied sword tassels for him and brewed calming tea.
And he was even worse. Though he swore, "I'll never fall for her," he stormed alone into the Ten Thousand Ghost Cavern for her, covered in blood and still insisting, "This lord was just bored!"
When the truth behind the Swordheart Pact came to light, they learned that severing the red thread was the real dead end. Chu Lingshuang lowered her eyes and smiled. "Mo Qingyu, you've lost." He caught her wrist in return, his sword qi sweeping away the clouds and rain across the nine heavens. "Lost? This lord will defy fate itself and marry you, sword and all!" Chu Lingshuang's smile deepened. "Then you've lost even more completely, because your sword heart has already become me, husband."
