Her Sword, Her Zither

Good and evil can never coexist?

Sorry, our lives are bound together.

I am the coldest sword the Lingxiao Sword Sect has seen in a century. She is a blade hidden inside a zither by the Netherworld Sect.

When we first met, I was after my sect's greatest treasure, while she wanted my life.

Our swords clashed, and her zither rang with killing intent.

We both thought that the next time we met, one of us would die.

Until the immortal healer in the Valley of Medicine said, "Your physiques complement each other. You won't live to see twenty-five unless you cultivate together."

From then on, my mortal enemy was forced to share my bed and train with me, our inner energies flowing together.

When the cold rebounded on me as I cultivated, she warmed me with her body heat.

When she lost control of herself while practicing the zither, I guided her back with my sword energy.

The jianghu was in an uproar: "The leading figures of the righteous and demonic sects are spending their days and nights together?"

Later, when the righteous and demonic sects went to war, I took a sword from my own sect for her.

She turned against the demonic sect for me. Covered in blood, she smiled and said, "Ling Hanyi, now there's no explaining your way out of this."

And later still...

My sword pointed at her biological father, and her zither faced my sect.

Everyone said we were destined to fight.

But she tore up the challenge letter in front of everyone and grabbed my wrist.

"Why fight? Let's go back and cultivate together."