"There are blades that slay, and blades that remember. She was both."
A faint mist drifted across the battlefield.
In the very center stood a young girl—demon blade Fei Yue clenched tightly in her hand—her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. The lingering air of battle still hung heavy.
Fei Yue appeared beside Chu Xiyue, watching the past unfold. With a rare softness in her voice, she murmured:
"She was my very first master. Her name was Wan Ruo—someone I can never forget. A person full of passion and kindness. She inspired me... made me want to become someone worth following.
And for your information," she added with a teasing smile, "she was the first woman to awaken the royal demon bloodline in its purest form. The youngest ever to be crowned Lady Lord of the Demon Realm. Impressive, right? Let me show you her story."
Chu Xiyue gently rested her head on Fei Yue's shoulder.
Fei Yue pinched her cheek with a mischievous glint before the image around them shifted.
The scene faded into the past. The Demon Realm—vivid and vibrant—appeared before them.
A young girl, full of laughter and light, ran through the courtyards of her home. Her parents watched her with affection, her family surrounding her with love. That girl was Wan Ruo, born under the star of destiny.
On her eighteenth birthday, she awakened her pure royal demon bloodline—a feat unmatched in generations. She was immediately crowned the youngest Lady Lord in Demon Realm history and hailed as the next rightful heir to rule.
But Wan Ruo... refused the crown.
She despised power, rejected the endless wars and political games. All she ever wanted was peace.
Yet, when the Demon Realm was under threat, she never hesitated. She picked up her blade and fought—not for power, but for her people. Again and again, she proved her loyalty, earning the unwavering love of the realm.
But not everyone was pleased.
Those who had supported her rise began to grow jealous of her popularity. They felt overshadowed, forgotten. A seed of betrayal bloomed in their hearts. Quietly, they conspired—joining forces with an exiled demon king to usurp her.
The scene shifted once more.
This time to the battlefield.
Wan Ruo stood at the frontlines in obsidian armor, her figure unwavering amidst the chaos. In her hand, the demon blade Fei Yue gleamed with power and sorrow.
Side by side, master and blade fought against the traitors.
Surrounded and outnumbered, Wan Ruo knew she wouldn't survive. But she didn't falter.
As her strength waned, she whispered to her blade:
"Fei Yue… You are not just a weapon to me. You are like a sister.
Don't cry for me. I've seen it—someday, someone will inherit my will.
When that day comes, protect her. Guide her.
And don't let her walk the same path as me…
Until then… goodbye, my beloved sister."
With her last breath, Wan Ruo unleashed her final strike—a cascade of falling swords, overwhelming and magnificent. The battlefield fell silent. The traitors collapsed, one by one.
She had saved her people.
But the Lady Lord of the Demon Realm had fallen.
The Blade That Remembers
After that day, Fei Yue wandered alone, seeking the new master foretold by Wan Ruo.
But none were worthy.
So, she chose silence.
She hid herself in a forgotten cave, slumbering through the centuries. And in that long sleep, she was forgotten. The demon race split—Old blood and New blood—divided and adrift.
Until one day…
A girl named Chu Xiyue arrived.
She awakened Fei Yue with her presence. With her spirit. With the echo of Wan Ruo's will.
Their journey, from that moment on, began.
Back in the present, Fei Yue gazed down at Chu Xiyue, who had fallen asleep beside her.
She gently brushed a few strands of hair from the girl's face, and whispered silently to herself:
"Wan Ruo…
My very first master.
She looks so much like you."
Her voice trembled—barely a whisper.
"I promise… I'll give everything I have to support her.I won't let her walk the same path you did."
And in the silence after the storm, a new legend began—Not with thunder, but with the quiet promise of a blade that once loved… and had chosen again.