Ning Xiao, a talented vocalist at a renowned music conservatory, opens his eyes to find himself frozen pale at the bottom of Sword Sect's Ten-Mile Cold Pool. A delicate, handsome man appears and explains what happened, and Ning Xiao learns that he has transmigrated into a novel he abandoned long ago.
His face is pale not from the cold, but from the pain of having his sword heart destroyed and his golden core shattered.
What a terrible cannon fodder opening.
Luckily, Ning Xiao has no particular interest in sword cultivation. Sword cultivators aren't the only people in the world, and he has what it takes to survive in the cultivation world.
So when a young man knocks on the gates of Haoyin Sect, which hasn't taken in a new disciple for ages, he has features as if painted with a brush and lips as fresh as spring, but no musical instrument with him.
Ning Xiao earnestly asks,
