[Wuxia Crossover] The Black Lotus's Self-Cultivation

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Qiu Wenxue is a swordsman. Whenever he kills, he wears a fitted black outfit. His black leather-gloved hand firmly grips an ancient, unadorned saber. A silver mask carved with demons covers his entire face, revealing only a pair of eyes devoid of joy or sorrow, as if they contain all of nothingness.

People in the martial world despise him for consorting with the court while winning the favor of the most famous courtesan in the land. Yet they fear even more his uncanny saber techniques and his ability to infiltrate anywhere through disguise.

The most mysterious swordsman in the martial world is also the opponent no one wants to face. He kills on a whim and moves in secret. No one knows his true identity, and no one can find his weakness.

But in a world as vast as the martial world, there are always a few who aren’t afraid to die.

The Fragrance-Stealing Thief, who leaves his scent behind as he walks beneath the moon: "Everyone says the Black Yasha is so fearsome that even children stop crying at night. But who could have imagined that beneath the Yasha’s mask lies such a peach-blossom face?"

The Flying Swordsman, newly arrived in the martial world: "I have to make a name for myself. Black Yasha, draw your blade!"

The Heir of the Prince of Taiping: "Are you the court’s hawk, or are you one of the court’s women, like Li Shishi?"

The Chief of the Six and a Half Hall: "Since the Mirror Stage has entered the game, don’t think you can stay out of it."

The Chief Constable of the Divine Constabulary: "Black Yasha, I’ll bring him to justice with my own hands."

Qiu Wenxue was not born with that name. His mother gave him the most ordinary, most lovely name. If she had lived, perhaps he would never have become the Black Yasha.

Through the most painful and unbearable days of his life, only one conviction kept him going:

He would have his revenge. He would make that man of noble status fall from the highest clouds.

And smash into pieces.

A few content warnings:

1. The cover depicts the protagonist. He’ll use other secret identities to achieve his goals, and he’s a very good actor.

2. Lots of headcanons, a fictional dynasty, a muddled timeline, logic is dead, canon couples broken up, and OOC. The protagonist is powerful and idealized. This is essentially a Tom Sue story, so all kinds of readers looking for a fun time are welcome.

3. I was hungry and had no food, so I bravely ventured into uncharted territory to write my own. Let’s keep things harmonious and respectful. I’ll delete arguments and rude comments.

4. The pairing isn’t decided yet. I’ll see how it feels and ride the ups and downs of the shipping market.

5. The writing is like a primary school student’s anime fanfic. I’m utterly uneducated, the style is slow to warm up and the perspective is strange. I’m also very sensitive, so please don’t criticize me. If you do, I’ll shed tiny pearls of sorrow.

Theme: Look into the mirror and question your heart.