Xu Weiqing died.
Peach blossoms filled the sky as his sword broke and his body fell.
Some said he was jealous by nature, envious of his senior brother's profound cultivation and extraordinary talent. So he plotted against him and dug the sword bone from his body, leaving his soul to scatter into nothing.
Some said he disrespected his teachers, stole compulsively, and had a twisted temperament. He stole the sect's secret treasure and committed unspeakable crimes, until a sword killed him beneath a peach tree.
Some said he wielded a divine sword capable of slaying gods and Buddhas, yet instead of purging evil and helping the people, he slaughtered cities by the thousands and killed the innocent indiscriminately.
A white-haired swordsman sitting at the edge of the crowd chuckled at the rumors, seemingly fascinated by the famous Xu Weiqing. He eagerly asked, “And then what?”
Then?
Then he died.
He died abandoned by everyone, at the hand of his third senior brother, and was mocked by countless people after his death.
The peach blossoms filling the sky were said to hide the countless evil deeds of his life.
The white-haired swordsman nodded in understanding and gave a scornful laugh.
The man beside him slapped the table and was about to argue, but the swordsman tugged him down, ruffled his hair a few times, and murmured soothingly, “All right, all right. Don't be mad. Let's go.”
The passersby looked up to see the two standing side by side. The white-haired swordsman's hair fluttered lightly. As he flew away on his sword, its light shimmered, and his bearing was utterly peerless.
People have always loved gossip and rumors. The more outlandish and bizarre they are, the more readily people believe them.
So Xu Weiqing was depraved, lazy, a drunk...
But no one remembered that he had once sealed the Ghost Realm with a single sword, bearing all the backlash alone until his cultivation was completely destroyed and his hair turned white overnight.
Nor did anyone remember that he had once stood above all others in the Immortal Realm's grand selection, winning first place as a genius when his sword, Wudu, flashed across the world.
Until four hundred years later, when the Ghost Realm's barrier shattered once more and countless ghost cultivators invaded the mortal world.
Wudu burst through the void. Just as before, a flash of sword light dazzled the world.
And there he stood in white upon the clouds, surrounded by peach blossoms, slaying ghosts and gods with a single sword.
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Xi Bai opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the immortal lord in flowing white robes.
A single, fleeting glimpse, unforgettable for a lifetime.
When he finally crawled out of the River of Chaos, all he heard was that the Skylark Immortal Lord had fallen to the ghost path, become a bloodthirsty killer, and eventually been slain by the immortal sects, his soul scattered into nothing.
He didn't believe it.
He didn't believe Xu Weiqing was dead, and he didn't believe the rumors everyone repeated.
He was born for Xu Weiqing, drew his sword for Xu Weiqing, and devoted his entire life to Xu Weiqing.
He was a natural-born demon, born beside the River of Chaos. He was dazed and mindless, with nothing but the madness engraved in his bones and blood, and countless bloody battles throughout his long years. Then one day, by a stroke of fortune, the immortal lord guided him and awakened his mind. From then on, he had emotions and desires, and learned propriety and shame.
The immortal lord's thoughtless act guided me out of my foolish stupor.
A carefree, shameless gong who only reveres the shou × a sickly, white-haired beauty shou with maxed-out combat power
Screenshot archived on December 18, 2025
Message: The moon's light remains unchanged when it wanes; a broken sword remains unyielding.
