I'm sorry, everyone. I originally planned to start posting on June 30, but I've been so busy with experiments and revising my thesis that I just can't keep up. I've postponed the start to July 21. I'm truly sorry, and I hope everything goes well for you all.
July 21: My thesis was originally due on July 15, but the deadline has now been pushed back to August 15, so I still have to keep revising... I can only kneel and beg your forgiveness. I truly want to, but I just don't have the strength for it.
Yu Qinglan, the youngest peak lord of the Bixiao Sect, is an untouchable figure in the eyes of countless cultivators. Yet one day, she wakes up having lost ten whole years of memories.
Before she woke, she was the pride and glory of the entire sect. After waking, she had become a disgrace in everyone's eyes.
When she asked why she had lost her memories, she learned of an outrageous thing she had done: she had coveted Shen Yuan, the sword-cultivation prodigy of her sect and her own personal disciple.
She had imprisoned Shen Yuan in a forbidden ground for years, trying to make him her plaything, and brought shame upon her sect's thousand-year reputation.
By sect law, Yu Qinglan should have been expelled. But since Shen Yuan had yet to master the Shattered Cloud Sword Art she had created, she was merely punished by being made to take a Pill of Forgetting Love, so she would completely let go of this absurd relationship.
And so she swallowed the Pill of Forgetting Love that Shen Yuan had refined himself, forgetting her past with him.
Her memories could be erased, but the harm she had caused Shen Yuan could not. To restore peace to the sect, she willingly accepted the exorbitant betrothal gifts sent by the Tianji Manor and agreed to leave the mountain to marry.
Shen Yuan, a born sword bone seen only once in a century, is the most promising genius among the younger generation of the Wushuang Sect, with the best chance of ascending to immortality.
He became Yu Qinglan's disciple and regarded her as the most worthy of respect among masters. Then he discovered that she saw him as nothing more than a cultivation furnace.
His former respect turned to hatred. He wanted nothing more than to make her pay in blood for the humiliation he had suffered. But to learn the Shattered Cloud Sword Art she had created, he had no choice but to hide all his hatred and pretend to be a magnanimous, obedient disciple who had never felt a trace of resentment.
Before he could take his revenge, however, he heard that Yu Qinglan was going down the mountain to marry.
When Yu Qinglan put on her wedding dress, he finally remembered: the one who had lost her memories was not the only one. He had, too.
He wrapped the chains that had once imprisoned him around Yu Qinglan's body, inch by inch.
“Master once said that after I had been imprisoned for a thousand days, you would grant me one wish.”
Beneath the apricot tree, the young man's fingers gently stroked her trembling back. Darkness swirled in his eyes, beyond her understanding.
He murmured, his voice a tangle of tenderness and hate:
“Now it's time to keep your promise.”
Theme: Seeking one's true self
