Senior Brother

**The sword soul reborn in the blood rain, the heart of the piano hidden in the dragon scales, a cause and effect game that spans eight hundred years** Jiang Ruoxing awakened the memory of her past life when the demon king cut out the bones, and returned to her master's school with the fragments of the light-tracing mirror, only to discover that her gentle and taciturn senior brother Xie Siyu was actually a forbidden son with Yinglong's bloodline. When Chao Fengjian cut through the dusty past, the bloody lies of hundreds of immortal families and the love and hate that spanned reincarnations collapsed in the resonance of the heart-eating Gu—— This time, what the sword holder wants to split is not the demon, but the hypocritical way of heaven that hangs all sentient beings. ◇ Bloody Rebirth·Jinghu Photo Jiang Ruoxing was reborn from a pool of blood in the Demon Realm, and returned to the spring of Qingxu Palace where heroes were falling. The burning pain of the heart-eating Gu in her wrist reminded her of the tragedy of her previous life: her school was wiped out, her infatuated love was in vain, and only Xie Siyu cut her heart and bones to give her a chance to survive. "Why are my little brother's ears always stained with blood?" In the forbidden mirror lake, she glimpsed the truth buried by time and space - Xie Siyu, bathed in blood in white clothes, guarded the devil's abyss alone, used the soul-locking nail to imprison himself to reverse the forbidden technique, and the golden and red dragon's blood bloomed in red lotus on the white jade steps. The moment Lu Xingcang's magic sword penetrated his heart, Jiang Ruoxing finally understood the broken words on his lips: "Your eyes should reflect the stars." On the night of the demon-killing in the cold pool, the golden bell rope wrapped around the edge of Lengyue's sword, triggering fragments of memories from eight hundred years ago. When Jiang Ruoxing pulled out the Chaofeng Sword at the Sword Tomb, the dragon's roar shattered the clouds in the sky: "This sword is not a dragon-slaying blade, but a betrothal gift from the Dragon God to his wife." Xie Siyu's heart and mouth glowed with a faint light, and the prison mark on her wrist stung her eyes - the so-called chief disciple of Qingxu Palace was actually the container of the Dragon God imprisoned by the Immortal Sect. The resonance of the blood caused by the heart-eating Gu is dragging the two of them into a larger whirlpool: the remnant soul of Chu Zhaoming penetrated by iron chains in the depths of the netherworld, the dragon blood crystal hidden in the incense of Yaolu An, the map of Wanlong Tomb composed of spider web patterns on the back of the disciple's neck... Every clue screams the buried truth. "If you want to protect the common people, I will control the mountains and rivers for you; if you want to break the way of heaven, I will light the beacon fire with the dragon soul." When Xie Siyu's reverse scale was embedded in the scabbard of the Chaofeng sword, the army of monks controlled by the soul-eating Gu had already pressed forward. Jiang Ruoxing saw the most painful choice in the retrospectroscope: Lu Xingcang was originally transformed by the evil thoughts of the Dragon God, and Xie Siyu, who had the same origin as him, was destined to be annihilated with the Demon Lord. When the nine-layer sky thunder split the sea of clouds, she slashed out the third sword besides the way of heaven—— Eight hundred dragon souls broke through the shackles in the sword light. Xie Siyu's transparent fingertips brushed her bloody eyelashes, and behind her were the laws of the Immortal Sect that began to collapse. "This time I don't choose the common people, I don't choose the right path, I just bet that you and I will be in the same boat." --- "The so-called way of heaven is nothing but an inscription written by the victor." "This time I want your name to be engraved on the inscription." ——Jiang Ruoxing Intention: To be the leader in the field of cultivation