Lu You was grinding away at a game when he transmigrated and gained a secret identity System for the game's characters.
To earn the world's consciousness's approval and make it home, he had no choice but to create multiple secret identities.
He also created all sorts of melodramatic scenarios: falling out with his closest friend, severing ties with his disciple, and loving and fighting his enemy.
Several mysterious, powerful figures appeared in the martial world.
A strange, flamboyant Miao youth, a smiling Gu doctor with a hidden blade, a gentle yet ruthless swordsman, a cold-blooded assassin, and a sunny, upright hero.
They were all looking for the same person.
The people of the martial world: "Report: They all fell in love with the same person."
The blind musician in white seemed untouched by worldly concerns, like an immortal descended from heaven.
But inside, he was thinking: ???
Lu Xiaofeng had a drinking buddy he was close to.
He was highly skilled in martial arts, gentle in temperament, and had rescued Lu Xiaofeng from danger many times. It seemed there was nothing he couldn't do.
But Lu Xiaofeng often heard his friend mumbling a name when drunk, his eyes full of regret and pain.
At first, he thought it was just another romantic figure commonly found in the martial world. But when he saw the white-robed musician bow his head and play his qin, he finally understood why his friend couldn't forget him.
Chu Liuxiang met a strange youth in the desert.
Flamboyant, reckless, and wickedly arrogant, with strange yellow-green eyes that were utterly captivating. One moment he would be laughing, and the next he would be killing someone with an expressionless face.
And yet this madman,
when he saw one person, suddenly burst into tears like a poor little dog afraid of being abandoned.
At first sight of that person, Chu Liuxiang smelled flowers and birdsong, yet seemed to catch the scent of the first snow.
Wuhua had a thoroughly unreliable partner.
He was often nowhere to be found, and often had attacks that tormented others. But since his medical and poison-making skills were irreplaceable, Wuhua could only put up with him.
That was until he saw the lofty Gu doctor trembling and falling to his knees at that person's feet, begging for forgiveness.
When that person looked over with vacant eyes, the air itself seemed to freeze.
Zhongyuan Yidianhong had a fellow assassin.
Powerful, cold-blooded, and so feared that countless people trembled at the mention of him. He killed without leaving a trace of blood.
Until, on one mission, the terrifying hound lowered his head and tenderly licked the white cloth covering the eyes of the immortal-like musician.
Muck and snow together made a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Zhang Wuji had a friend.
Upright and kind, sunny and cheerful, devoted to righting wrongs, highly skilled in martial arts, and noble in character, he was admired by all.
Zhang Wuji always thought a friend like him wouldn't have any troubles. But when they met that special person, he saw his friend clutch the other's clothes with trembling fingers and, voice choked with tears, repeat "I'm sorry" again and again.
The musician only raised his eyes slightly and said nothing, but the vivid red at their corners was enough to captivate anyone.
There's a saying in the martial world: Those who meet the musician are lost for life.
Ensemble romance with a beloved shou and many one-sided crushes.
Theme: True love