Ambitious, talented, and outspoken junior sister × frail, insecure second senior brother
“Junior Sister is the best in the world, but Second Senior Brother is a coward who’s afraid of pain. If I had to see that junior sister every day, I’d only wish the floor weren’t solid so I could crawl right into it!”
Gu Ningze had a special constitution that made him unusually sensitive to pain. In this cultivation world where the strong preyed on the weak, he couldn’t even lift a sword, let alone take a hit.
The junior sister he loved, however, was a genius. At a young age, she had already become the world’s most admired sword cultivator. Whenever people compared the two of them, he would hear remarks like that.
Later, those remarks became less common. People were too busy lamenting that Yan Junran had died at the hands of the Demon Lord. With the cultivation world deprived of its mainstay, the Demon Lord advanced fiercely, and almost no one could resist.
Gu Ningze missed his junior sister, too.
At Jingtian Sect, he had been closer to her than anyone else. He loved this genius junior sister, but his own lack of talent kept him from daring to confess.
Yet his junior sister was always telling him how much she loved him. “Senior Brother, you’re the foundation of my Dao heart. As long as I have a breath left, I’ll protect you with everything I’ve got!”
“Second Senior Brother, you’re my favorite!”
“If anyone dares bully my Second Senior Brother, I’ll hunt them down no matter how far they run!”
Her smiling face still lingered before Gu Ningze’s eyes. His gaze darkened. His junior sister would never appear before him again.
The Clearheart Bell, Jingtian Sect’s treasured relic and the only thing that could restrain the Demon Lord, had vanished along with Yan Junran’s death.
Yuntian Sect wanted to find the artifact and save the sect. The demonic path wanted to find it and destroy it so they could rest easy.
But no one knew where the Clearheart Bell had gone.
Then, just as the Demon Lord attacked Yuntian Sect directly and everyone thought it would suffer the same fate as Jingtian Sect, Yan Junran appeared before them and turned the tide.
But one person wasn’t enough. A soul appeared behind Yan Junran. Its wrist turned and fingers formed a spell. Thousands of miles away, the black miasma that had engulfed Jingtian Sect gave way to fresh spring grass, and every sect disciple returned.
Yan Junran had two senior brothers. The eldest, Yan Fengchi, was the foremost spell cultivator.
Their master said a heavenly tribulation was coming, and no one in the world would escape. Demonic energy would corrupt every person’s Dao heart, and the cultivation world would be overrun by demons.
It began on a night more than twenty years ago. The young disciples had yet to come of age, but the seeds of salvation had already been planted in their hearts. In time, those seeds took root and grew into towering trees.
Theme: May we meet again, year after year.
