Across Four Hundred Years, This Female Sword Immortal Is Full of Contradictions

I transmigrated, but landed in the wrong era.

When I opened my eyes, it was four hundred years before the fall of the Great Xia. I was lying in a field of ruins with seven broken bones, while a blood-soaked girl crouched beside me, prodding my face with the tip of her sword.

"You still alive?"

"...Yes."

"Good. I'll save you, then. You owe me your life."

Only later did I learn her name was Jiang Ci, and that four hundred years in the future, her head would hang on the city wall for a full century.

The Great Xia's greatest female Sword Immortal, executed for treason, her entire clan condemned.

I meant to keep my distance from her, but she grabbed my wrist and smiled wickedly.

"Go on, try running."

Four years later, she'd forced me to learn how to ride a sword.

Ten years later, I fought by her side as we cut our way through the nine halls of the Yanmo Palace.

Forty years later, she stood at the edge of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, then looked back at me.

"I have to go back."

"Back where?"

"Four hundred years into the future."

"I'm coming too."

She smiled, far more gently than she had when she found me in the ruins all those years ago.

"You'll die if you come."

"And what about you?"

She didn't answer. She simply placed her sword in my hands.

"Live for me."

I gripped the sword tightly and watched as a beam of light swallowed her, carrying her away through time.

Then I lowered my head.

On the hilt