[The heroine who is truly single-minded about killing the male lead x the male lead who truly has faith in the heroine]
I
As the only daughter of the leader of the Biqiong Sword Sect, Kou Xi had not only a father who doted on her endlessly, but also many senior brothers and sisters who cared for and looked after her. Her talent for cultivation was average, and her swordsmanship nothing special, but she sought neither enlightenment nor immortality. She would be content to live a few hundred years, the average lifespan of a cultivator.
Kou Xi's days had gone smoothly, until everything came to an abrupt end when she was twenty-eight.
The eldest disciple of the Qinghui Sect, a gentleman admired by the cultivation world as the one most likely to attain the Heavenly Dao, inexplicably fell to demonic cultivation after a period of seclusion, then slaughtered more than a thousand people from sects great and small.
Kou Xi was the last person to die by his sword.
II
When she opened her eyes again, Kou Xi had returned to the day the Biqiong Sword Sect was massacred. Unfortunately, before she could react, she once again fell into a pool of blood.
After that came endless regressions and do-overs.
Different times, different places, different scenes.
The one thing that never changed was that she always died by Xuan Zhaoming's sword at the age of twenty-eight.
No matter how hard she tried, and no matter how early she approached Xuan Zhaoming to try to kill him,
the result was always the same.
The last time, Kou Xi returned to when she was five years old.
Back then, Xuan Zhaoming was still a young boy, a pitiful child who had only just lost both his parents. He had yet to embark on the path of cultivation, and bore no trace of the upright gentleman he would become.
I will kill him.
Kou Xi smiled as she met those eyes, struggling to survive. In her heart, however, an endless malice rose.
(Screenshot of this blurb saved on October 11, 2024)
Theme: A sword named Compassion, wielded by a heart without compassion
