[Scheming, lovesick overthinker x Clear-hearted, fiercely protective senior sister with a sword]
[After chasing my wife to the crematorium, I cultivated the Heartless Dao]
As the Sword Pavilion's number-one die-hard fan, Pu Yu's daily routine was: protect Senior Sister, and send any male admirers to the afterlife.
The new junior brother, Xie, was frail, sickeningly sweet, and always blushed around Senior Sister!
Pu Yu struck hard:
She poisoned him; he thought it was candy. She set up a killing array; he took it as foreplay.
Pu Yu's mind was full of, "This guy is crazy," while Xie Zhiyao's was full of, "She loves me so much."
Until the day the mountain-protecting array shattered and Senior Sister's Dao heart was stained with blood.
Pu Yu saw with her own eyes that the useless junior brother who always blushed and fluttered his eyelashes at her stood at the center of the blood array.
He looked at her, no longer the least bit timid. His eyes held only the stillness of an abyss.
"Senior Sister," he chuckled, his voice as gentle as ever. "Your sword is really useful."
It turned out that every time she had softened toward him was the sharpest killing move on his chessboard.
That night, Pu Yu stood atop a peak amid wind and snow. She offered up her seven emotions and awakened the Heartless Sword Mind.
When her sword was forged, the ninefold heavenly tribulation bowed in submission. Ten thousand swords paid homage, yet not one could reflect a ripple in her eyes.
And as he knelt amid the lightning tribulation, he finally saw clearly:
What kind of heartless god he had created with his own hands.
Later, she became the sharpest sword in the three realms. All beings revered, feared and begged her.
Only he remained stubbornly determined to warm her, this stone, with those bloodstained hands.
"Senior Sister," he gasped, barely alive, his eyes alight with deathly ecstasy. "Now... can you let me stay in your heart?"
She lowered her eyes, neither sad nor glad.
"Xie Zhiyao."
"You're blocking my light."
