My Senior Brother Can't Possibly Be the Villain

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---Blurb for this novel---

[Headstrong Swordsmanship Prodigy Junior Sister vs. Gentle Senior Brother Fallen from Grace]

The daughter of the Sword Ancestor of Yunmeng Marsh, the revered Immortal Lord Guixu, and the most celebrated new swordsmanship prodigy of her generation, is actually a...

Pill cultivator.

Wen Nanxun hates Immortal Lord Guixu, and she hates the swordsmanship talent she inherited from him. In all of Yunmeng Marsh, the only person she likes is her senior brother.

Her senior brother is a moon hanging high in the sky, gentle and accepting.

The hand he uses to wield a sword can also pick up a brush and copy the sect's rules for her when she's being punished.

Even when he travels down the mountain, he never forgets to find the finest ingredients for her pills.

He gently strokes her hair and says,

"Suishui, your senior brother favors you."

Later, beneath falling snow, the young man in white is stained with blood, yet still stands in front of her.

He blocks the countless attacks and leads her through the formation.

Wen Nanxun is carried on his back. He walks slowly, but steadily, leaving bloodstains in the snow.

The girl's forehead rests against his neck, and her palm is warm with blood that isn't hers.

She speaks in a barely audible voice.

"Senior Brother, teach me how to practice the sword."

All she hopes is that her bright moon will remain high in the sky.

Until rumors spread everywhere. They all say that the once radiant and illustrious leader of the new generation of sword cultivators, the senior brother of Yunmeng Marsh, is the Demon God reborn and will bring disaster upon the world.

They say her senior brother slaughtered an entire town near Yunmeng Marsh.

Wen Nanxun, away on her travels, refuses to believe it.

The Demon God?

Just yesterday, her senior brother sent her a message, reminding her to be careful in all things.

That day, she holds her sword, its bloodied edge pointed at her former fellow disciples.

"I've come to see my senior brother."

"I want to see Shen Yunjian, clean and innocent, just as he always was."

*

When Shen Yunjian is sixteen, his master brings home a little girl. She is only five, and her features faintly resemble those of Immortal Lord Guixu.

One day, Shen Yunjian returns from a training journey down the mountain. In the sparse moonlight, the little girl's muffled sobs echo through the courtyard.

Shen Yunjian silently watches the small figure beneath the pear tree.

At last, he crouches before the girl and offers her a carefully wrapped pastry.

Shen Yunjian gains a little junior sister. She has extraordinary talent, but instead of loving swordsmanship, she loves alchemy.

But that's all right. He can always provide for his little junior sister.

Reader's Guide:

1. The heroine's coming-of-age story. The plot and romance are in a 6:4 ratio.

2. One-on-one romance. No supporting male or female characters will have unrequited feelings for the leads (platonic relationships are fine, but romantic pairings are not!!!).

3. Daily updates at noon!

---The Dead White Moonlight Has Returned---

A spoiled, willful young lady who does whatever she pleases x a frail yet powerful, gentle white moonlight

When Su Zhao was young, she was born to a noble family and did whatever she pleased.

After her family fell into ruin, she was protected by her fiance, the leader of Yuqing Sect, the greatest demon hunter in the world.

Among the demon-hunting clans, where the powerful were everywhere, Xie Youning's name still stood out. There was no one else in the world like him: though plagued by illness, he remained as clear and radiant as moonlight, aloof yet gentle.

He shielded her from every storm, let her do as she pleased, and indulged her willfulness.

Su Zhao actually hated him.

She hated those eternally gentle, tranquil eyes of his, which reflected others even as they looked at her.

She hated that, though his body was frail with illness, he stubbornly held up the sect, coughing blood and enduring pain alone late at night.

Yet the last thing he did in life was give her the Sect Leader's token, letting her easily obtain the status and wealth so many coveted.

He had paved the way for her future, asking only that she behave herself a little.

But Su Zhao was born without a single notion of behaving herself. Willful and reckless, she acted solely on her own whims, and single-handedly turned the great immortal sects upside down.

That day, blood soaked her clothes and spread across the snow.

Su Zhao looked at the countless people who had come to capture her and felt only boredom.

Then the wind and snow suddenly fell still, and that familiar figure once again stood in front of her, just as he had countless times in life.

His plain white sleeves fluttered in the wind and snow. He turned his head toward her, his eyes cool and gentle.

Snow passed through his figure, carrying his voice with it.

He said,

"My fiancee is still young, and my frail body cannot stay by her side for long. I only ask that you remember our past friendship..."

"And do not bully her."

*

Xie Youning has slain countless demons and ghosts with his sword, yet remains cool and gentle, like clear moonlight.

Countless people admire him, and lament that heaven is jealous of talent: it gave him an exceptional gift, yet burdened him with an incurable illness.

People always say he indulges Su Zhao too much.

He merely smiles when he hears them.

He remembers the day he first met Su Zhao.

Heavy snow covered the ground and the corpses, and the cold cut to the bone.

She stood in the blizzard, her hair disheveled and her body covered in wounds, yet she still clutched her broken sword, her eyes full of a vitality that reached ever upward, the kind he longed for but had never possessed.

Back then, he thought that a life so radiant deserved to have the best the world could offer, to be confident forever, bright forever, and free-spirited forever.

At the very least, she should never have to be like him...

Theme: I am myself, and I will save myself.