Sword Rain Tower

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*Intense push and pull | Unrequited love turns mutual

Cool-faced, soft-hearted female sect leader x scheming, faux-sweet shadow guard (Rong Wei x Jiang Long)

He was locked underground. That day, the Rakshasa Hall was eerie and frigid. She lifted his chin with her fingertips and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Later, when the great dream came to nothing, she became a candle flame that burned through all the turmoil in his heart.

[Romance]

An octagonal pavilion, misty rain passing by, green mountains veiled in fog, the clear notes of a wind chime ringing in the breeze.

With the Bamboo Rain Sword in her arms and her plain white robes damp against her body, she stood atop the eaves. The falling rain turned the place into a mountain of mist, and she was a solitary crane among the peaks.

He lowered his eyes, ten paces behind her, lying in wait as the darkest, sharpest blade.

The mountains and shadowy towers, the warm fragrance and soft jade: they were a beautiful dream he tossed and turned over, yet could never have.

That day, she entered a sea of blood alone, the Bamboo Rain Sword shining with a cold blue light. In the blood and filth, a pair of cool, gentle hands took hold of him, and he caught the clear, delicate scent of plants.

For years afterward, he devoted himself to the crane, to the cloud-wrapped mountains, all for the sake of the person before him.

Just so she might turn back and look at him once.

[Plot]

Ten years ago, Sword Rain Tower gained a cold-faced female leader. She was only eighteen, yet destroyed the Linshan Sect alone with a single sword and took in a boy of twelve, the adopted son of the Linshan Sect's leader. From then on, she raised him by her side.

He became the dog who came at her call, the eagle that tore into flesh and bone.

Ten years later, heroes from across the martial world flocked to claim a copy of The Sword Spirit Records.

The shadow guard who had always obeyed the female leader without question suddenly revealed his sharp edge. He seized The Sword Spirit Records, killed the leader with his own hands, and took the highest seat in Sword Rain Tower.

Later.

By a stone bridge, among the spreading dead grass, somewhere no one knew of.

Dressed in black, he gazed at the shadow of the Bamboo Rain Sword and murmured, "Sister."

"I would give my life to become your blade, and bow my head in allegiance to you."

This novel has four volumes:

[Red Plum Blossoms Smell the Coming Snow] -- The main plot. A strong female lead and a weaker male lead. The story and supporting characters all make their appearance, with romance as a secondary element.

[Spring Passes Unnoticed in the Pavilion] -- Focuses on romance and memories, the male lead's growth, and two equally strong leads.

[The Lotus Falls into a Dream of Golden Millet] -- The search for the truth.

[The Solitary Crane Seeks by the Bridge] -- Breaking the deadlock... to be continued.

*Reading notes

1. A martial-world wuxia atmosphere, though not traditional wuxia. The female lead is the focus; the male lead has a crush on her. The female lead is stronger at first, and they become equals later.

2. One-on-one romance, both leads are sexually inexperienced, with an age gap (the female lead is six years older).

3. The setting is fictional, so please don't scrutinize it for historical accuracy.

[Blurb posted on May 7, 2024, screenshot saved]

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##An upcoming story: Beauty Paints the Skin, Not the Heart "original title: Bodhisattva Rain, the Traveling Monk"

Ascetic monk x noble family's daughter | Su Yaoxin x Qing Huan

Su Yaoxin spent over a decade studying Buddhist teachings. Her heart was clear as crystal, and her devotion was sincere, yet she did two things that left her too ashamed to face Buddha.

First, she shattered a green lantern in the shrine that protected the nation.

Second, she took off the robes of the chief keeper of scriptures at the royal temple.

-- Ah Huan, we are like mayflies between heaven and earth, born at dawn and dead by dusk. Why suffer over how short a spring night is?

[Plot]

They first met on a rainy spring night, when Su Yaoxin accompanied her mother to an ancient mountain temple to pray for blessings.

He carried a red paper lantern and crossed the bamboo grove, where the sound of Buddhist chants mingled with thick incense smoke, until he came before her.

When he spoke, his voice was cold and still, like a light rain on the mountains: "Donor, it is late and the rain is wet. Let the candlelight guide your heart. You may borrow this lantern to light your way through the night."

That night, she remembered his Buddhist name.

Qing Huan.

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They met again when Su Yaoxin was invested as Princess Xincheng and sent to the Western Regions for a political marriage.

She traveled with twelve marriage-alliance escorts, eighty-eight chests of Buddhist scriptures, and the most celebrated keeper of scriptures in the realm.

Qing Huan.

It was another rainy night. Camel bells rang through the desert, and the night wind was thick.

He was wounded protecting her.

This time, she held the bamboo handle of the red lantern, shattered the green lantern, and removed his monk's robes with her own hands.

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Later still.

Fine rain fell by the clouds of Mount Wu, and the red paper lantern burned with the light of a spring night.

This story will focus more on romance. If you're interested, please add it to your reading list. Thank you!

Theme: Let your heart turn toward the light.