A Wuxia Romance of Hatred and Passion

Twenty years ago, the old martial arts alliance leader and his entire family were slaughtered in a single night. The Demonic Sect grew ever more powerful, and the martial world was plunged into turmoil.

Twenty years later, the Demonic Sect was still at the height of its power. To make matters worse, before the old sect leader died, he passed his most trusted and beloved Right Protector, Yan Changsheng, to the young sect leader, Yin Qianlei, like an object, with both arrogance and solemnity:

“This is the sharpest sword I leave you, and the most loyal dog.”

Yin Qianlei believed him.

From then on, he took all his capricious, foul temper out on Yan Changsheng.

A spirited genius who could knock the newly appointed martial arts alliance leader flying with a single strike at the martial arts tournament, and a powerful figure who kept the Demonic Sect's affairs in perfect order, was always as docile as a lamb before him, silently accepting every reward and punishment.

At his worst, Yin Qianlei tormented Yan Changsheng in bed until he was on the verge of death. Even the Left Protector, a pleasure-loving playboy who treated life as a game, couldn't stand it and urged him to show some restraint: “Sect Leader, you should cherish the person right in front of you.”

Yin Qianlei paid him no heed.

He was the Demonic Sect's leader, whose every word was obeyed, and the uncrowned ruler of the martial world. Gold and jewels, luxury carriages and fine horses, famous swords and beautiful women: he could have anything he wanted. Why should he cherish a sword without a heart?

It was only when the imperial army came to lay siege to the sect's mountain stronghold, and Yin Qianlei, violent all his life, finally found his conscience and told Yan Changsheng to leave first and lie low, that he was struck through the heart by a sword. Only then did Yin Qianlei belatedly learn three things:

First, Yan Changsheng was the only survivor of the massacre twenty years ago.

Second, it turned out he loved Yan Changsheng.

Third, she had never loved anyone.

Many years later, a highly respected martial arts elder passed through a stretch of ruins overgrown with withered grass, accompanied by her disciple and a mute servant.

When the Xiongnu invaded, she had once driven back a million troops with a single stroke of her sword. The emperor himself had bestowed on her a golden token of immunity from death and the title “Pojun.” From then on, no one knew her name. They only knew that Pojun guarded the Central Plains, and none dared invade.

A young girl with her hair in twin buns tugged at Pojun's sleeve and asked earnestly, “Master, I heard this used to be the Demonic Sect's headquarters. Back when the Demonic Sect ruled the martial world, you personally braved danger and ventured deep into enemy territory. You must know whose skeleton that is over there, right? Please, Master, tell me. I'm really curious!”

Pojun thought for a long time, then scoffed. “A nobody, not worth mentioning.”

Once an eagle on the gauntlet, now a monkey in a cage. All that remains is a thousand years of hatred, and a century of grievance borne in vain.

Theme: Celebrating the announcement of Daughter of the Volcano's new game, Daughter of the Moon! When will the new game come out? That's when this story will start. Even if I have to cut in line, I'll start it. Keep it up, egg raiser! (shouts)