Scheming seductress vs. pure-hearted, unrequited-love Daoist. A low-martial fantasy jianghu ensemble.
Strong female lead, everyone beautiful, powerful, and tragic. No stronger-than-her male leads, and no evil female rivals.
When Ling Jin woke in the wilderness, she found a power inside her that did not belong to a human.
The young man who saved her was named Xie Zhibai, a disciple of Qingfeng Mountain. Dressed in white with a sword at his side, he had eyes as clear as a spring whose depths could be seen. She casually made up a name: Shen Qingran, an innocent young woman whose family had been wiped out.
He believed her. He took blows meant for her, searched for medicine on her behalf, and even drew the Wentiantian Sword, the blade said to devour its wielder whenever it was unsheathed, to protect her.
Ling Jin planned to leave as soon as she recovered. But this fool remembered the flavor of a pastry shop when she so much as glanced at it, and when she asked, “Do you regret it?” he earnestly replied, “I don’t.” She had killed many people, but for the first time, she had no idea how to treat someone who offered her his whole heart.
But she was hiding a secret. Not her name. Not her identity. Something far more deadly than either.
For generations, Qingfeng Mountain had devoted itself to vanquishing demons. And the bloodline most often cut down by the Wentiantian Sword at his waist was the very one flowing through her veins.
As the truth is peeled back layer by layer, and that sword finally stands between them
Xie Zhibai. Will you kill me?
Righteous hero, unhinged obsessive, and all the classic character archetypes you could want.
Come for the character dynamics.
Come for the bittersweet romance.
Come for the plot.
