Cangwu Mountains, Shattered Jade Sword Sect.
Li Wenjie was the sect’s most notorious good-for-nothing. After six years in the sect, he was only at the third level of the Qi Condensation Realm and ranked third from the bottom among the outer disciples. Everyone was waiting to see the day he was kicked out.
No one knew that an ancient sword bone was sealed deep in his dantian. It was a keepsake his father had bought with his life, and the last legacy of the Li family.
After a near-fatal injury, the sword bone awakened for the first time. Overnight, he reached the sixth level of the Qi Condensation Realm and began to grasp the sword intent. Everyone thought he’d gotten lucky. Only he knew this was just the beginning.
The day Han Zhijun, the Holy Maiden of the Biluo Palace, visited the Shattered Jade Sword Sect, Li Wenjie learned for the first time what it meant to fall for someone.
She was fifteen, at the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and the most gifted cultivator in all of Cangwu. Yet her eyes were even emptier than his. The Holy Maiden, revered above all others, was nothing but a “key” for the Palace Master of Biluo Palace to ascend. Since the age of five, she had been robbed of her freedom, her smile, and even her right to cry.
When they first met in the plum grove, she asked him, “Did you come to see the plum blossoms too?”
Almost without thinking, he replied, “You look... like someone locked in a cage.”
At that moment, she smiled. It wasn’t the polite smile of a Holy Maiden, but a genuine one, from the heart.
From that day on, someone had a place in Li Wenjie’s heart.
So beautiful, so beautiful!