The Sword Is Stained with Blood: Senior Sister, I Was Wrong

When Lingxi tied the jade sword tassel carved by her own hands to the scabbard of Ziyao's sword, she never thought that the warm jade would be stained with blood.​ As the most high-profile disciple of the Yuquan Sect, she has been dependent on her junior sister Ziyao since she was a child. The "Liu Shuang Qing Wu" with two swords combined was once the most beautiful scenery in the mountain gate. But since Xiao Che, a proton from the mortal world, broke in with a mysterious fragment, everything changed - Ziyao secretly learned forbidden arts and turned against herself because of him; her beloved master Xuan Qing showed her hypocritical face and destroyed her spiritual roots and expelled her from the school on the grounds of "colluding with the hermit clan".​ On her way into exile, she was rescued by Mo Ying, the young master of Netherworld Valley. This man in black, who was called the "demonic witch" by the Immortal Sect, actually used the Wangchuan Xiao to heal her wounds, and handed her a bouquet of Netherworld flowers when she was in the most miserable condition. From being at war with each other to walking side by side, the two discovered the truth about the Jade Book of Reincarnation: the so-called "Demon Sect" was actually a persecuted hermit tribe, and Xuanqing's pursuit of the Jade Book was just to cover up the bloody crimes committed by the Immortal Sect a hundred years ago.​ When Ziyao suddenly woke up and knelt in front of her with a blood book and cried, "Sister, I was wrong." When Mo Ying tried to protect her from the demonic energy in her body, Lingxi finally held onto the blood-stained Qingwu Sword. At the moment when the three swords killed the master, the jade sword spike suddenly lit up, reflecting three intertwined shadows - it turns out that betrayal and redemption are always tied to the same rope.​ The peach blossoms bloomed and withered at Wangchuandu. She stood in front of Guiyi Pavilion, looking at Ziyao's reorganized Yuquan Sect, and listening to the sound of the flute in the wind of Mo Ying, she finally understood: the best way is never black or white, but dare to believe in the light in each other's eyes even if the sword tips are stained with blood.