Legend has it that the most mysterious organization in the martial world, the Nightmare Bone Tower, has four assassins in its ranks. They weave a net that severs souls, shatter the shadows of the afterlife, build pagodas over graves, and lead the way to the Yellow Springs.
Feng Mian, Hua Xiao, Xue Yin, Yue Jue.
And the clouds drift across the firmament, casting their light upon this place, silently turning and overturning all things.
Feng Mian and Xue Yin, two shadows striking together, one in black and one in white, taking lives without a trace. The martial world calls them the "Black and White Impermanence."
Entwined like fated twins, do the blades they point toward one another seek a blood feud, or a passion that burns the heart?
No one knows that beneath the white veil of the bamboo hat lies a ruined face, half yin and half yang, covered in scars: a lonely ghost rejected by both the human world and the underworld.
Clouds gather and scatter at the edge of the sky, following like a shadow, lingering like a sigh.
That is the place Xue Yin would cross any distance to reach, even if it meant his bones were corroded and his blood dissolved. It is also where every tribulation began.
The dead sing, desire burns to smoke. In a vast and all-encompassing trap, only a wisp of undying soul-fire flickers faintly in the void, longing for a reunion.
A blade that thirsts for the blood of all living things falls in love with a peerless, aloof sword.
And the clouds that cast their light close their eyes in peace beside the one they long for, sinking into the snow of that first winter.
In the end, wind and snow are buried together, the poison disperses and the fragrance fades, and the clouds fall silent. Only a folding fan remains, gently closing, while a wandering soul has no shore.
A woman in white, her face hidden beneath a bamboo hat, secretly listens to the martial world's talk of the Jin family's massacre years ago. Everyone mourns the disappearance of that peerless famous blade.
He brushes the broken sword in his sleeve, drains the fine wine from his cup, and turns to leave.
The world covets the Golden Fault Saber, but no one knows the true legend of that night: the blood-red radiance revealed by the swordsman Feng Mian.
Alas, the hardest steel breaks most easily, and even divine weapons can perish. Now, all that remains is a few pieces of broken black iron.
The eldest son of the Jin family, who should have died that night, is still alive. Having changed his appearance, he now goes by the name Xue Yin.
With Hua Xiao's poisoned blood, Feng Mian's broken sword, and Yue Jue's fan pendant, he will confront Yun Yan, the master of the Nightmare Bone Tower, who bears the weight of countless sins.
On the day of the wedding, when he and Yun Gui, the young master who was also his lover from a past life, renew their bond, he will ask one question.
Who am I, really? And what about you?
A dual-sex, cross-dressing top; Xue Yin is the top, and in a certain sense, a lovesick top.
Theme: Wind, flowers, snow, and moonlight
Poor child, my wife's words are so bloody and erotic
This child is not one of the four killers yet. He is still very young, 10 years old. So is the current Yuki-sensei Yukiyin?
The charming charm is fully revealed
You're really good at writing hateful love stories. Oh my God.
Baby, what should I do? This is so beautiful.