When Games Meet TV Dramas: A Blend of Immortals and Ancient Tales

I once thought I was the prettiest flower in Tianyong City. Unfortunately, my master, my martial uncle, my senior brothers, and my junior brothers all looked at me like I was a sword.

I once thought I could use the world in my dreams to avoid danger and seek good fortune. But reality proved that what was meant to come couldn't be avoided, and taking shortcuts gets you nowhere.

So I chose to accept the harsh truth: What's so bad about being a sword? An ancient wicked sword, a sword spirit taking human form. It all sounds so cool.

Oh, right. My name is Xihe, one of the seven ancient wicked swords. I have a younger brother named Fenji, who was later reincarnated as my junior brother, Baili Tusu. Now the two of us are searching for our lost older siblings. P.S. The other four siblings aren't important. If you see my older sister Wangshu, leave a comment. There's a big gift pack of Yangyan waiting for you~

It's been so long since I last wrote a blurb, I don't even know how to do it anymore.

This story will probably be pretty self-indulgent. The author is still getting back into writing, so the wording will likely have all the charm of an elementary school essay. Please don't compare it to other works... though I doubt anyone would bother anyway.