The Jade-Faced Scholar Has a Demon

Jiang Konghen is a scholar. In an era when everyone practiced swordsmanship, he practiced literature. While others are wielding swords, he writes poems; while others are practicing qi, he reads books. Until a piece of broken jade became cold in his palm. A heavenly demon that had been sealed for tens of thousands of years opened its eyes in his body. Silver hair, golden eyes, cinnabar brows. In the pavilion of Shen Garden, someone said something to him. The words he inscribed on the corner of the drawing paper were blown by the wind for a long time. The cracks in the abyss are widening. Someone sealed his spiritual root and cut out a piece of his memory. A scholar who cultivates essays holds his pen tightly in this world where sword cultivators are rampant.