Chunfeng was a peach blossom spirit who had only just taken human form. Riding a little donkey, she set out for the White Jade Capital at the edge of the sky, determined to seek the path to immortality.
Along the way, she met a clumsy young swordsman who cut down her donkey with one stroke of his sword. She cried and demanded that he pay for it, but in the end, she picked up her bundle and continued on the road with him.
The two traveled through streams and valleys strewn with fallen blossoms, crossed high mountains and drifting clouds, and walked a long, long road. At last, they reached the edge of the sky and saw the outline of the White Jade Capital.
“Yueya! We finally made it!” She was about to turn around when he plunged his sword through her heart from behind.
Ten years later, Chunfeng unexpectedly came back from the dead.
But the world had changed beyond recognition. The young swordsman was now high in the White Jade Capital, the powerful Grand Sect Master who held sway over the immortal sects.
At the same time, Chunfeng Gate had risen up in the north, its influence vast enough to face the White Jade Capital from afar.
Just as she decided to forget the past and begin cultivating anew, two men came looking for her.
When Li Changle was young, a girl once saved him. But that spirited young swordsman was always by her side, so he could only bury his feelings and devote himself to arduous cultivation.
Only later did he learn that she had been betrayed by the person she trusted most, and died by a single sword strike.
He founded Chunfeng Gate and spared no effort, even exhausting his cultivation, to gather her scattered fragments of soul. At last, he got his wish: she was reborn.
But when she awoke, she still turned and went to the White Jade Capital, to seek the person who had hurt her most.
Ten years had passed. Lin Jiangyue had long forgotten how he had used that little flower spirit to enter the White Jade Capital, but he still remembered her eyes, always smiling.
“The crescent moon curves to the south, spring breeze sweeps over green hills.”
Someone began singing that nursery rhyme again. It took Lin Jiangyue a full ten years to finally realize that the little flower spirit who had once crossed countless mountains with him was no longer alive.
There would never again be anyone in this world who called him Yueya.
[Little Scene]
Chunfeng coaxed Lin Jiangyue into drinking Forgetting Water. Furious, he grabbed a knife and tried to carve words into himself, determined not to forget. But the potion took effect too quickly. He only managed to carve the character “Chun” before passing out.
After much confusion, he finally decided that Chun meant Chunfeng.
He cornered her, ready to demand an explanation, but Li Changle stepped in front of her and handed him a book of sword techniques.
“Spring Water Swordplay.”
Lin Jiangyue narrowed his eyes. “What is this?”
Li Changle smiled faintly. “This is the ‘Chun’ you're looking for.”
Lin Jiangyue felt that something was off and looked past Li Changle at the person behind him.
Chunfeng nodded sincerely.
Looking at the two standing close together before him, Lin Jiangyue felt an inexplicable irritation.
Xianxia, cultivation, light progression elements. The romance is the focus, with the theme of “a heart offered too late is worth less than grass.” Blurb subject to change. Li Changle is the male lead.
Theme: If you can beat them, fight. If you can't, join them
