Reborn, She Became the Swordsmanship World's Ancestor

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The beloved of the Three Realms' peerless painting god, Mo Jie, and the destined calamity of the black-lotus-hearted Demon Saint, Jujiu.

One died by her own hand for her. The other cut out his heart to carry flowers for her. Both did so willingly, without regret.

Yet all she wanted was to save the people of the world. She vowed to become the founding ancestor of the sword path.

She inherited the legacy of her beautiful, powerful, tragic master (unofficially) and her friend, the Flower-Burying Sword God, and remained steadfast in pursuing the sword path and ideals she truly believed in.

Countless people have fought for justice and chivalry in this world, but who can speak of the loneliness of the chivalrous path?

Reborn after surviving a calamity, she returned.

Peach Blossom Valley, a figure in green. Green robes draped over her, one sword strike in green to rend the heart.

The founding ancestor of the sword path...

"One comes alone to Peach Blossom Valley with sword in hand. Do not say blossoms fall and never bloom again. Let us sit and chat of the jianghu, while flowers remain unbroken at the sword path's peak!"

In an instant,

Chu Wuyang, the figure in green, struck with her sword, and the flowers fell across a world in chaos.

It was none other than...

Green robes, Wuyang. The sword path rules the world!

Old stories of Peach Blossom Valley.

The Venerable Ziwei intoned his verse and descended in majesty. "The dragon's roar through the heavens is nothing. One hand veils the sky, Ziwei's flaw. The world trembles as if it were but a post station, while ink-dust fragrance drifts through the idle human realm."

"Disciple, have you warmed your master's wine? Today, for this farewell, your master will drink three cups with you. We won't leave until we're drunk!" The Venerable Ziwei.

Chu Wuyang said, "Master, I have warmed all your wine.

Please take a look."

The Venerable Ziwei said, "I... I spent six sixty-year cycles growing three Xinxing peach trees, each with seven flowers and seven leaves, and you... used every last one to make wine?"

Chu Wuyang smiled. "Master, don't you often say you love drinking Xinxing brew, but have never had the chance to taste it? I thought that since we're about to part today, I could take this opportunity to... fulfill that wish of yours.

I truly didn't know... that these peach blossoms were so rare and precious.

No wonder, no wonder..."

The Venerable Ziwei was livid, but couldn't bring himself to scold her. He could only chide her with regret and heartache. "No wonder what? No wonder I, the Venerable Ziwei, took in such a clever, bright, filial, and considerate disciple, is that it?"

Chu Wuyang said, "Thank you for your praise, Master. I've always thought so, and done my best to live up to it. It's Master who's always been so stingy... But to receive such praise from you today, I am truly... truly moved!"

The Venerable Ziwei said, "You, you, you... You really are a fine disciple of mine, Mo Chenxiang...!"

[Advance preview: Guiding Her to the Azure Heavens]

Heng Shang: "If one day this world runs red with blood and the four realms lie in ruins, Senior Sister, how should we clean up the mess?"

Yelü Wanxi sneered. "How else? Kill any god we meet, and any Buddha too."

Heng Shang: "Then what if, hypothetically... the source of the chaos is a ghost, and that ghost is me?"

Yelü Wanxi froze, her smile fading. After a long silence, she finally said, "...!!! Get lost! Stop bothering me!"

Heng Shang pinned Yelü Wanxi's limbs tightly to the Blood Moon Altar. Then he abruptly raised a giant sword that seemed to reach the heavens and drove it through her back, piercing her spine and straight through her chest.

Heng Shang grabbed the back of Yelü Wanxi's neck and her hair, then gave a sinister laugh. "Senior Sister, you'll never escape me again. You'll always be... mine!"

Yelü Wanxi was in agony, but still bit down on her lip and smiled. "Heh, is that all you've got? I thought the Blood Locust Wraith, feared by everyone in both the living and underworld, would be much more powerful. But this is all... Ah!?"

Heng Shang flew into a rage.

He drove his sword into her again. Yelü Wanxi's eyes rolled back, and her soul instantly vanished.

Yelü Wanxi thought she had fooled Heng Shang.

She had finally escaped.

But in the blink of an eye, the love-curse chains of the Blood Moon Altar dragged her back.

Heng Shang laughed maniacally.

He raised his sword again and plunged it beneath Yelü Wanxi's chest, blood spilling across the ground...

The final hexagram Heng Shang cast for himself...

Shi He.

Success. It is favorable to use the law.

Nine at the top: A cangue that destroys the ears. Misfortune!

Heng Shang looked at the hexagram and laughed. "The Book of Changes says, 'Something between the jaws is called Shi He.' But she fills my soul and dreams. Does that mean I'll have to choke on her, until I, Heng Shang, suffocate and die... before this is over?"

But as soon as Heng Shang finished speaking,

Yelü Wanxi appeared before him, and he suddenly became a rabid dog, eyes blood-red, mouth dripping with blood and saliva, crazed and stripped of all human reason.

He lunged at her.

Only then did Heng Shang realize

that Yelü Wanxi was someone he could never evade, not even in death, and never escape.

A thing like a maggot burrowing into the bone,

the most incurable...

"Addiction."

So much so that...

Even after becoming a vengeful ghost, he kept chasing her shadow through dreams of the stars apart.

Even after returning to the world of the living, Yelü Wanxi still haunted him like a love-curse.

But Heng Shang hadn't understood...

Not until

the sea of tears from the blood locust blossoms, like a blood-red ocean at the bottom of the abyss of his soul, deep within his heart and bones...

Not until...

His heart

was split in two by her sword.

Only then did he suddenly remember: she was the one he had returned to the world to hate most, and love most...

But Heng Shang was unwilling to accept it, even in death.

She had placed this curse on him, yet he couldn't escape the torment and nightmares she brought.

The more he imprisoned and tormented her,

the more addicted he became to keeping her captive, to begging her... addicted...

He could never... break free!

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