Star in Box

Most of the swords in the world are hidden in boxes. When Su and Xing were young, they traveled all over the mountains and rivers with their parents, hanging pots with swords, and followed an upright path. Until both parents disappeared and there was no news. From then on, there was no more Su Hexing in the world, and there was a concubine in the Chong Mansion whose mother was unknown, named Chong Jui. She disguised herself as a man, hid her sword in a box, took control of the south of the Yangtze River at the age of eighteen, and lived as a different person in the fame and fortune fair where she was always scheming to move into the abyss. Until Su Qian's entire Lu family was destroyed, she smelled a strange scent among the bones. It was the poison of her mother's sect, the handiwork of the Qinglong Sect, and the traces of the past that she had been tracking for ten years. From the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River to the yellow sand in Mobei, from the palace of the Imperial Palace to the extremities of the Western Regions, she followed the clues all the way. It turns out that the close relative has died long ago. And there was more than one person who killed them. Some are greedy, some are jealous, some are handing over the sword, some acquiesce, and some stand by and watch. Six people, six ropes, woven into a noose. She hated it for eleven years. Hate is her strength to survive. Countless nights, she thought about cutting those people into pieces. But when the real murderers stood in front of her one by one, she found that some should be killed but could not, and some were not the murderers but could not escape the blame. Hatred wants her to take revenge, while righteousness wants her to put away the knife. When all hope was lost, the Qinglong Sect broke through the border with iron hoof. Those who handed over the knife in the past are now standing under the same city wall. She pulled out the sword that had been gathering dust for many years from the box. The light of the sword illuminated her eyes, just like the Asing who wielded the sword to the end of the world. "My father held the sword, and my mother hung the pot, all to protect the mountains and rivers. I can't let their deaths be in vain." As for those who pushed the hand - no one should be killed. Those who shouldn't be killed, letting them live is more painful than death.