Swinging a Broadsword Outside Junior Sister's Door

[Her identity is out, and the story is entering its final stretch]

Genius sword cultivator Zhou Yin’s golden core shattered, leaving her without cultivation. At the height of her fame, she vanished without a trace.

Rumors abounded: she’d been consumed by inner demons, died fighting over a treasure, and all manner of other things. People made up every story they could about her.

The most convincing rumor claimed she’d failed her tribulation of love, and that the faithless man she loved had stabbed her through the heart.

Zhou Yin: I don’t know. I’m not sure. I don’t remember.

She let the rumors fly. To keep herself alive, she became a healer and spent every day in the back hills growing flowers and raising birds, living the life of a lazy fish.

Cultivator A: As a Sword Venerable’s disciple, how can you neglect your proper duties like this?

Cultivator B: Do you even know how to be a healer when you’re a fighter?

She whipped out her ranking in the Medicine King Valley and charged him triple for treatment.

But how had the sect changed so much while she was away on a quick trip down the mountain?

Her most upright senior brother had defected from the sect and turned demonic. No one knew where he was.

Her senior sister, the best at divination, had lost her eyes and could no longer glimpse the secrets of Heaven.

Her senior brother, who treasured his throat above all else, had been pierced through it and was on the brink of death.

Zhou Yin: …Do I have to treat all of you? Maybe I should just pick up a sword again.

Then, during the sect tournament, she was swept onto the arena while rushing between appointments to save people and collect fees. Everyone said the Mobei Desert sect must be desperate to send a healer to compete.

Zhou Yin: I’m in a hurry. Hurry up.

She cleaved a path forward with a splendid blade. The Sword Tomb, unopened for ten thousand years, burst open with a roar. She caught the peerless sword that flew toward her, the one symbolizing the tournament’s top champion, and pointed it at her opponent’s throat. “I haven’t used a sword in ages. I’m a little rusty.”

“Want to try the healer’s sword?”

*

From childhood, Huo Chenhuan was condemned to a fate that brought calamity to all around him. He was imprisoned in a deep pool, spending years in a daze.

Then one day, a girl came falling from the sky with a spiritual flame and saved him from the depths. From then on, he had his own moon.

But before long, the moon abandoned him, leaving him alone in the darkness to wait, year after year.

In his despair, he seemed to see her again. He wanted to call her a silver-tongued liar and curse her as coldhearted and faithless. Sorrow and resentment grew in secret, while golden chains rattled.

But how had the chains ended up around his own neck?

Sweat dripped from her chin onto his eyelid. She stared at the tear at the corner of his eye, breathing unevenly. “Are you the faithless man from the rumors who stabbed me?”

Huo Chenhuan: ?

Looking at that breathtakingly beautiful face, Zhou Yin felt for the first time that she really might have forgotten something important.

Tough, sly, and unflappable x sweet-faced, dark-hearted, devoted hound

Important notes:

1. The male lead didn’t stab her.

2. Plot-focused, with a progression arc and a relatively slow start.

3. A small ensemble cast, but all storylines revolve around the heroine.

4. Romance to plot ratio is 2:8. The male lead appears late, around chapter twenty.

5. Happy ending.

My take on cultivation comes with a mountain of original worldbuilding. The medicinal herbs and their uses mentioned in the story aren’t accurate references. I’m hopeless at historical fashion, so the characters’ clothes will mix styles from different dynasties. It’s all fictional, so don’t worry about it!

Next book, expected to launch

Cultivation Begins with Marketing

Shang Yun, an advertising-industry workhorse, transmigrated into the cultivation world and became bound to a Reputation System.

To stay alive, she had to save her own run-down sect from bankruptcy and grow it into a major force through marketing.

It was enrollment season. Her sect leader father was so worried that several strands of his hair had turned white. He came up with a plan: sneak into the neighboring sect under cover of night, steal their stone lions, and scald their lucky bamboo with boiling water…

To prevent more innocent stone lions from suffering, Shang Yun decided to go out into the world and give the unsophisticated cultivation community a taste of the advertising industry’s power.

She summoned everyone in the sect for an emergency meeting that very night.

Her eldest senior brother was a glutton. He ate ten bowls in a row without saying a word.

Shang Yun waved her hand and wrote that he was an aloof, high-mountain flower, the only graduate of the Unfeeling Dao, but with an exceptionally strong desire that made him impossible to stop once he got started.

The cultivation world: Can you elaborate?!

Her second senior sister was obsessed with online dating and too busy sending message butterflies to the new male cultivators she’d met.

So Shang Yun wrote that she was an expert in intelligence work, with several spy networks at her disposal and a secret power behind a major intelligence organization. She knew all the cultivation world’s juiciest rumors, like how the Alliance of Immortals’ Grand Elder and a demoness from the Demon Sect had a child named Mimi…

The cultivation crowd: I knew the ship I was rooting for was real!

Her junior sister… Her junior sister was a chatterbox, going on and on with a chicken leg in her mouth.

Shang Yun thought it over, then wrote that her parents were unsung heroes who’d endured a tragic fate but remained resilient. As a healer, she’d invented a new form of talk therapy: no needles, no medicine, just sit down and chat.

The cultivation crowd: Master, please listen to me talk about my family of origin.

That night, the three of them gathered in the back hills, wiping cold sweat from their brows. How did she know?!

Shang Yun had no idea.

But the essence of marketing was riding the wave of whatever was trending. She looked at the wolfhound snoozing in the corner and began writing excitedly…

This sect is full of hidden talents. Even its guard dog can fight the Demon Venerable for two hundred rounds. The Demon Venerable was soundly defeated and left with his robes fluttering in the wind, a sneer in his eyes, and four parts indifference to his three parts mockery and three parts coldness. “Hmph. I’ll remember you.”

Three days later, leaflets full of sect secrets swept across the cultivation world. The sect’s reputation soared, and they even gained several mysterious investors.

Shang Yun sprawled on her newly replaced six-foot-six bed, keeping her success a secret and preparing to lie flat and enjoy life.

Then, on a rainy night, a man silently slipped into her room.

He removed his veiled hat, revealing a pale but strikingly beautiful face, and said only two things. “I’m the Demon Venerable.”

“Our demonic fruit isn’t selling. Please help us.”

There is a couple. The male lead is the Demon Venerable.

Theme: Everyone has their own path.