“A blade is cold, blood is hot. The jianghu is a lie, but you are real.”
On the night he fled, Lu Ye took three knife blows, each one cutting to the bone.
The first shattered his loyalty to Iron Prison City;
The second uncovered the truth behind his sworn brother’s family being wiped out;
When the third blade fell, all he could think of was Su Ling’er of Listening Snow Tower, who used to laugh and call him a “foolish hero.”
But it was only after stepping into the jianghu that he discovered the truth:
The so-called century-old martial world was an elaborate, carefully planned hoax.
Corruption Jade was no treasure for cultivation, but poisoned bait for controlling martial artists;
The ranking of experts was no honor, but a slaughter list for “balancing resources.”
When Shadow Devouring turned on him and stole his sense of taste, hearing, and memories...
When Su Ling’er went overseas to find medicine for him and did not return for three years...
When, in the final battle, he chose to snap his blade and shatter his martial meridians...
Someone asked him, “Is it worth it for a jianghu that was never real?”
Lu Ye watched the cooking smoke rise by the sea and smiled:
“The jianghu is a lie.”
“But the fire in the stove is real, and so is the monthly pay in the ledger.”
“And you, waiting for me to come home, that is the truest thing of all.”
