When I pushed Master into the sea of fire with my own hands, he smiled.
The moment the tongue of fire licked his white hair, his right hand without the ring finger suddenly grabbed my wrist: "Disciple, your right eye will turn green when you are awake - because you are a bastard. A bastard of shamans and Han scouts outside the pass."
My father, Lu Qing, died in prison after investigating this case. There are only eight characters left in the blood book: The method is broken in the iron meteorite, in the child hour, and in the solar eclipse.
But when I pried open his coffin, it turned out to be Emperor Chongzhen lying inside - his dragon robe was torn into strips of cloth, and my father's waist knife was stuck in his chest. There is a line of small words engraved on the handle of the knife:
"Qinglong, your brother is the real dragon."
That night when the jade seal was burned through my palm, I knew the truth:
Chongzhen is my biological father.
Qinglong is my biological uncle.
And I am the "human-shaped jade seal" buried by Emperor Jianwen three hundred years ago.
Qin Wanqing, the saint of Xuanlian Sect, cut her palm open and dripped dark red blood on the jade seal: "Lu Ming, your father didn't tell you - you are not a human being, you are a container thrown into the world by the observer. The moment the jade seal recognized its owner, you were already half-jade."
Her left eye was bleeding and she smiled: "Choose now. Be the emperor's sword? Be the shaman's sacrifice? Or... Sleep with me, a cult witch, for one night, and use the blood of Yin to renew your life?"
The jade seal is hot in my palm, like a beating heart.
And I know that three hundred years later, it will still wake up——
With my father's blood, my master's bones, and the fire of the Forbidden City that I lit with my own hands.
