(No System, no overpowered protagonist, no harem, no clichés)
After transmigrating into the body of his sect's resident loser, Huo Yuhan discovers that the sect leader is forcing his childhood friend and senior sister to undergo a body takeover. To save his aloof senior sister, he has no choice but to impersonate the sect's missing founding ancestor.
“W-what is that supposed to be? Why make such a big deal out of it!”
???
Senior Sister, do you hear yourself?
Huo Yuhan's face burned as he glared and snapped under his breath, “What are you groping around for!”
Rui Xue was instantly riled up too. “You're the one who shoved your sword heart in there!”
“And you think that's my fault?!”
“You're not losing anything!”
This pretty girl was getting bolder by the minute!
Rui Xue paused, her delicate, frost-pale face and slender figure framed by dark hair loosely veiled in misty clouds. Who could fathom what lay hidden beneath?
What no one knew was that, many years later, people would see a young man in red robes and black satin, his dark hair stirring in the wind, standing quietly on a moss-covered stone.
His bearing was grand, his presence noble, like Zhou Yu at Red Cliff, radiating a heroic spirit that illuminated the world.
Alone, the youth pointed toward the mighty lords of the heavens, holding back an army with a single sword, peerless in grace.
So it was said: A youth bears the bones of a hero, and Rui Xue heralds a bountiful year!
