Peach Blossom Killing Formation

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Irreverent blurb:

So, my home was burned down.

Everyone thinks they can bully Tianqu Peak just because I'm the only one left, huh?

Just wait. Line up, and I'll burn yours down in return.

Short blurb:

As a youth, he was as beautiful as a peach blossom. With a long saber embroidered with red branches and dressed in red, he stormed the demon realm and slew three thousand demons, staining the moon red.

But envy in the hearts of men led to the young man's being framed. His sect was destroyed, and he was gravely wounded. He disappeared among ordinary people for twenty years.

When he finally reappeared, he had long shed the arrogance of his youth. Only the blade in his hand remained as sharp as ever.

One slash, and he embroidered a budding peach branch with brilliant red blossoms.

Peach blossoms stained with blood. The killing formation begins.

Literary blurb:

A sword, a straw rain cape. A rainstorm, a hint of autumn.

A cup of rough wine holds a hundred measures of sorrow. A scattering of frost carries ten thousand years of cold.

A drifting leaf follows the current. A lifetime spent wandering as a gallant swordsman.

When the Heavenly Dao shattered, the four realms joined together, with the Vault of Heaven as their roof, covering the three realms.

Then one day, a crack appeared in the sky. Demons and monsters emerged from it, wreaking havoc among the beings of the four realms and breaking the seal on the demon realm, long locked away.

The demons of the demon realm swept into the human world, carried by surging demonic energy.

The elite of Tianqu Peak set out to destroy the demons, but they had not expected the demon realm's forces to be so overwhelming that they seemed unstoppable.

The jianghu was full of capable people. Some hid their selfish intentions and pretended to join the fight against the demons, all so they could seek treasure and seize their prizes.

Others stayed true to their principles and were willing to pay any price to protect all living beings.

And of course, some kept themselves aloof, deciding it had nothing to do with them. They spent their days clutching a jug of cheap wine, too drunk to come to their senses.

The drunkard said, "In drunkenness lies the truth of the Dao. A drink steals half a day's leisure."

Qin Duzui had wielded a saber all his life, yet he came upon a sword.

And so the story of the saber and the sword begins.

Please read before starting:

1. The author is free to write what they want. This story comes with no content warnings.

2. Readers are free to comment. The author will not delete comments, including negative comments with warnings.

3. This is an ensemble story. No one is definitively the main character.

4. The comment section is open to shipping, self-insert fantasies, and pairings. Readers are free to enjoy it as they like.

Theme: Good triumphs over evil.