Lin Xi, the eldest sister of Chang Geng Sword Sect, is the successor of Qingshuang Sword and is extremely talented. The most outrageous thing she has ever done in her life is to take care of her junior sister Jiang Muchen in bed.
Jiang Muchen, the most incompetent disciple of Chang Geng Sword Sect at Luoxia Peak, had been stuck in his early stages of cultivation for three years.
It's not that she has poor qualifications.
The Zhuyan Sword she held was born from the same furnace as Qingshuang, and was Lin Xi's only nemesis in the three realms. She was stuck in place and didn't dare to make any progress, fearing that every inch of improvement would bring her one step closer to hurting her senior sister.
But Lin Xi never cared. She taught her how to hold a sword, held up her hair, handed her a honey-soaked plum when she frowned and said the tea was bitter, and gently put her robe on her shoulders late at night when she fell asleep in despair. That was the sweetest time in Jiang Muchen's life, so sweet that she almost forgot that the sword at her waist was born to stab the person she loved most.
The whole Jiang family was wiped out overnight. Lin Xi stood in the middle of a pool of blood, Qingshuang was stained with blood, and the wounds were covered with frost marks that could only be left by Qingshuang sword energy. Jiang Muchen pressed Zhu Yan against her heart and asked her tremblingly, "Is it you?"
She made no excuses.
It wasn't until the truth surfaced that Jiang Muchen revealed the last layer of truth about that night of massacre...
The two swords are symbiotic. If one side is weaker when combined, the weaker side will be destroyed. When Lin Xi finally fell into Jiang Muchen's arms, she just raised her hand and wiped Muchen's tears: "Don't cry, find me sooner in the next life."
"Okay."
Intention: Love is not fate, it is choice.