One Sword Rouses the Clouds

[A master who can't be bothered and looks for ways to die every day × a gentle, capable, puppy-like disciple]

[Keywords] Female master and male disciple, female general, strong younger man and older woman, both virgins and devoted to each other, mutual healing

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I once saw a red-robed general in the snow, one breathtaking glance, and clouds rose over a land in chaos.

I once heard a wooden flute in a border town, its melody lilting and sweet, the moon returning to the heart.

This is xianxia, but not in the traditional sense.

It's simply the story of someone living in a xianxia world, gradually uncovering the truth and resolving the knots in her heart.

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Shen Di Yi had decided to let her life rot away. But then she realized she might be unable to die, no matter what she did.

She'd tried jumping off cliffs, tearing herself to pieces, and inviting ghosts to possess her... No matter what she tried, she'd always open her eyes and start breathing again the next day.

The spirits in the shop clearly knew something but refused to say a word. The keeper of Wangchuan seemed to want to say something, yet kept hesitating.

Shen Di Yi: "If you have something to say, say it! Spit it out! You're driving me crazy!"

Meanwhile, a strange illness had appeared in the human realm at some point.

Its symptoms were exceedingly rare, and Shen Di Yi found it increasingly familiar. It was clearly...

It was clearly the very thing she'd personally erased several hundred years ago.

It all began with a calamity, and would all end with that same calamity.

Shen Di Yi wanted to escape, but the laws of heaven had already dragged her into the deepest part of the mire, where she could no longer move.

It wasn't until the story was nearly over that she realized someone had been by her side all along.

It was the child she'd picked up in the mortal realm a hundred years ago.

It was a small border town, its streets strewn with rubble and the sky thick with dust. Snow blinded her, but then the tender, melodious sound of a flute drifted through the air, and there she saw the child.

"What song are you playing?" she asked.

"My lord, this song has no name," the child replied, head bowed, his tone neither servile nor proud. He paused, then added, "Though it has no name, it has meaning."

"What meaning?"

"I reached the end of the river, only to see the clouds rise. This troubled age is about to welcome the light."

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-The female lead is strong. Very strong. Incredibly strong. But she can't be bothered;

-The male lead mainly plays a supporting role and doesn't appear until much later;

-The plot comes first. The romance isn't angsty, and the two heal each other.

Theme: Don't fret over the road stretching a thousand miles. The wind will come to carry you onward.