While scavenging for trash, the down-on-her-luck merchant girl Shuangjiang found a young man. He was filthy from head to toe, and his face was the only decent thing about him. His brain seemed to be full of water.
Ever since he woke up, the young man had been doing his best to sell himself to her.
Cheng Qianwen: "Miss Shuangjiang, thank you for saving me. As for repayment, how about I give myself to you?"
Shuangjiang: "What a smooth talker. I don't want a little hoodlum like you for a husband."
Cheng Qianwen: "Come on, I'm very hardworking. I can wash vegetables, cook, and do the laundry for you."
Shuangjiang: "No. You're not as good at it as I am."
Cheng Qianwen: "I can help you..."
Shuangjiang: "No."
Cheng Qianwen (wiping away tears): "I just want to stay by your side. Don't kick me out."
Shuangjiang: "...I'm going to roam the martial world."
Cheng Qianwen (leaping up): "Then we're headed in the same direction!"
Cheng Qianwen had no idea what it meant for the six realms to be born from the sequence of the seasons, and he didn't care what ridiculous pact the five realms had signed a hundred years ago, what seals they had made, or what they had locked away.
All he knew was that the sun in Sì City was so hot today it made his head spin, and the old bronze disc in his hand, which he used as a mirror and which was engraved with the twenty-four solar terms, was hot as a freshly baked flatbread.
Then someone fell out of the sky.
The person spoke in riddles: "After the twenty-four solar terms, the Abyss of Time and Sequence will break open. The demon realm will return, and the five realms of humans, immortals, gods, ghosts, and demons will all fall into chaos."
Cheng Qianwen didn't care. He counted on his fingers. "Oh. Then let me figure out how much longer I've got to live."
"You are the source of all evil."
Cheng Qianwen's eyes went wide. "What?!"
"Look at the shooting star!"
The mysterious stranger gave him no chance to run.
A flash of golden light passed, and Cheng Qianwen saw a person with a face exactly like his own. That person stood amid the ruins of Sì City, drenched in blood and hideous to behold. He chanted a spell, commanding millions of blood-red swords. Whoever stood in his way, god or Buddha, was slaughtered.
The ground was strewn with corpses, and the blood flowed like a river. Humans, immortals, gods, ghosts, and demons all lay at his feet.
"That's you," said the mysterious stranger. "The source of all evil, the one who walks the rift in time."
"The century-old pact is about to expire."
"If you want to change your fate, you must find someone first."
Cheng Qianwen looked down. At some point, the markings on the bronze disc in his hand had stopped at "Shuangjiang."
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The "clueless about romance" wandering heroine (Shuangjiang) × the "afraid to die" savior hero (Cheng Qianwen)
Theme: We must never forget.
