The blurb may change, but the premise won't.
Xu Shixing bears a bloodline stained by sin. Born base, he spends his life enduring the world's scorn.
On the verge of death, he looks back on his life and finds only two regrets.
First, his family background weighed him down in his youth, keeping him from making any progress in swordsmanship during the first half of his life.
Second, he never got to see Ying Shixue again.
A hidden sect, a natural sword bone, and the divine sword Kunwu recognizing its master.
In the way of the sword, Ying Shixue commands nine-tenths of all there is. He traverses the depths of the Nine Provinces, battles the young geniuses of countless races, and has never lost.
Ying Shixue and he are like falling snow and filthy mud:
They should never have crossed paths.
No one knows that the first sword the lofty young prodigy ever wielded was the one he swung for Xu Shixing.
With a single sword, in a single instant, he eclipsed the radiance of Heaven and Earth, shattering the light of sun and moon.
Xu Shixing looked at that sword, and at the pale yet powerful fingers wrapped around its hilt, the red silk and jade bead swaying by the swordsman's ear, and the ink-black eyes gazing his way from afar.
It was as if he had seen the one in his dreams: an immortal swordmaster.
That little-known chapter of the past was brief and unreal.
Xu Shixing felt as if he were dreaming.
The heaven-blessed prodigy everyone looked up to was indifferent to everyone else, yet treated him differently.
When they parted, Ying Shixue gave him a spiritual treasure for protection and promised they would meet again to cross swords.
But Xu Shixing's life was never his own, and in the end, it never came to pass.
Even his death was quiet and unnoticed, and no one cared.
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When he opens his eyes again, Xu Shixing finds himself an infant still swaddled. A pair of hands brushes the snow from his body and lifts him out of the freezing wind.
“Born with a natural sword bone, you were made for the sword.”
“You arrived when Ying Shixue did, so I'll call you Shixue.”
Xu Shixing: ...
So my own white moonlight was me all along?
I want my sword to move across the Nine Provinces, and I want you to wield your sword and cleave the wind. This is how it should be for you and me.
I have a bright pearl, long locked away beneath the dust of worldly cares. Now the dust is gone, and its light shines forth, illuminating countless mountains and rivers.
Xu Shixing x Ying Shixue
A quiet, unfortunate top who is good at convincing himself, x a heaven-blessed prodigy who is reborn to save the person he was in a past life.
A self-love story. No body possession; it has always been the same person.
Theme: I am my own and only light
