The Sword Venerable Has Taken Back His White Moonlight Role Again

Xie Qingjue's life should have been perfect.

He was the youngest Sword Sovereign of Lingxiao Sect, the last disciple the sect leader had ever taken in, and a once-in-a-century prodigy of the Xie immortal clan.

Cool and noble, untouched by the mortal world.

That all changed the day a soul from another world took over his body.

Forced to watch, he saw that impostor fawn over the outer disciple he despised most.

The impostor handed over his fated sword techniques, made his master, the sect leader, vomit blood in front of everyone, and brought shame upon the Xie clan.

He even rejected his childhood friend's sincere feelings and nearly got them killed...

All to curry favor with the so-called "Child of Destiny"!

The irony was that the Child of Destiny had once watched him practice swordsmanship for three days, too afraid to approach;

had prepared a lavish gift for his birthday, but never dared to give it to him;

and had knelt outside the medicine pavilion when he was injured, yet never dared to show his face.

Like a rat that could never come into the light.

Only as his soul was scattered did Xie Qingjue understand: he was merely the "foil" in a story about a domineering protagonist.

Born to shine, only to make the protagonist seem extraordinary.

When he opened his eyes again, he was the lowliest sweeping disciple of Lingxiao Sect.

The transmigrator was still working hard to play the "simp," unaware that the servant who spent every day cleaning the sword platform had reclaimed his sword heart.

He had no need to fawn over anyone for the sect leader to reopen the mountain gates for him.

He had no need to flatter anyone for the Xie clan to reopen its ancestral hall for him.

All it took was one glance, and his childhood friend was already red-eyed...

Meanwhile, the Child of Destiny clutched a strand of hair Xie Qingjue had once left behind, day and night, consumed by madness.

Before all eyes, Xie Qingjue struck with a sword as cold as frost, pinning the transmigrator to the testing platform.

Dressed in white as pure as snow, he lowered his eyes and spoke, his voice like shattered jade: "Xie Qingjue. I've come to claim your life."

Theme: Strong winds reveal the hardiest grass.