Who is it, so young yet so profoundly skilled that all their peers are left in the dust? Who can stop a million soldiers with a single sword, cutting down demonic cultivators until they dare not show their faces? And who has been held up by their sect as a role model, hailed by fans as the light of the righteous path, and praised by parents as "someone else's child"?
It's her: Qing Zhiya, the Purifying Dust Sword Master, dashing and spirited, full of youthful confidence.
Yet at the height of her fame, she was suddenly expelled from her sect and disgraced.
The elders lamented, her fellow disciples were baffled, and the demonic sect that had plotted the frame-up laughed behind her back.
Under the fervent attention of everyone, both open and hidden, the first thing Qing Zhiya did after descending the mountain was... visit a brothel.
Those peach-blossom eyes shimmered, a tiny beauty mark glowed beneath his lips, and beneath his gauzy clothing, honey-colored abs peeked into view...
The young man was beautiful, sweet-voiced, and had no suspicious qualities beyond working at what seemed to be a branch of the demonic sect.
This wouldn't do. The Purifying Dust Sword Master had come here to investigate the demonic sect's trail. She couldn't let beauty distract her.
Just as Qing Zhiya steeled herself to interrogate him for information, the young man dropped his secret identity and admitted that he, too, was an undercover agent investigating the sect. He offered to help her.
Later, they traveled side by side. He used every trick to win her over, and she fell for him step by step, until one day she overheard him joking with an enemy of hers:
"A demonic cultivator helping an outcast of the righteous path destroy his own former employer. Isn't that a bit much?"
"What can I do? I want to be free, too."
"So you approached the Purifying Dust Sword Master with ulterior motives from the start? Mixing feelings with self-interest, what a clever scheme."
"You seem a little too clever. You can't let that get out, especially not to her. Looks like I'll have to kill you to keep you quiet."
"Oh? Why not take a look behind you?"
Her enemy smiled triumphantly. Mei Guihua turned and saw Qing Zhiya, her face drained of color.
She thought she'd found an ally who shared her ideals, but it turned out to be a demonic cultivator's scheme.
She thought she'd found someone who perfectly matched her tastes, but his persona had been tailor-made for her.
They seemed to be in love, but perhaps from beginning to end, only one foolish sword cultivator had fallen.
After such a disastrous first love, Qing Zhiya decided to focus on her career first.
Unbeknownst to her, the instant she turned away, Mei Guihua's expression went blank. Demonic energy surged, his eyes turned red, and he nearly lost control.
Perhaps the deception was shrouded in ambiguity, but she wasn't the only one falling in love.
After that, every young man Qing Zhiya encountered reminded her of him. They all had different personas and stunning looks, and each one sweetly called her "Big Sister."
When their eyes met, she thought: Ah, he's latched on again.
And then she couldn't get rid of him.
No matter how many times they parted, he would be waiting for her at the next crossroads.
Sunny, goofy outcast of the righteous path × scheming, possessive mole in the demonic sect
Theme: The young man strides over danger as if it were flat ground, leaning alone on his sword beneath the clear autumn sky.
