When Fate Ends, We Become Jade Pendants

Three hundred years ago, the Nine Nether Sword appeared. It became the greatest sword under heaven and ranked second in the weapon rankings.

It stirred up storms and threw the martial world into turmoil.

Three hundred years later, the Nine Nether Sword had passed down to the twenty-first head of the family.

Only the sword of the Nine Nether clan's eldest son could be chosen, along with the Xishui Blade Technique, which required its practitioner to cut and bleed.

Wen Renxi, the only son of the surviving Nine Nether lineage, had no ambitions,

yet he was entrusted with the hope of mastering the Formless Sword Technique with his left hand, and trained diligently for six years.

Tingyu, an orphan who sold herself to the Wen Ren household to bury her mother, had no ties to hold her back,

yet she willingly practiced the Xishui Blade Technique, which harmed both its wielder and others.

The three siblings from the Lin family, whose village was destroyed by a mountain fire, Shuyan, Yanyu, and Yuyan,

were each led by chance to join the hidden sect of the Array Sect and Medicine Mountain.

Yet the deeper their entanglements grew, the harder it became to tell gratitude from grudges.

Old acquaintances from years past became strangers in the blink of an eye.

Beauty fades with a flick of the fingers; a fleeting bloom soon withers.

The saying that blades and swords are at odds for generations,

through life and death, through gratitude and grudges,

in the end, one may calculate the causes but not the consequences. As always, fate lies with Heaven, not with man.