Amidst the wind and rain, the world was a chaotic blur.
Thunder and lightning flickered across the sky above Lixin Lake like a sprawling net, ready to descend upon the guilty at any moment.
At the foot of a cliff, behind a screen of jagged rocks and wild grass, a round head poked out from a hidden tunnel. After a wary look around, the figure fully emerged.
The medicine boy, who had been waiting by the stone cliff, hurried forward with an oil-paper umbrella, his face etched with anxiety. "Master, things have changed. I’m afraid the boat won’t be able to leave for a while."
Teng Hu narrowed his eyes and instantly lowered his voice. "What happened?"
"I heard the Qingwu Blade was stolen. The Manor Head is furious. He’s seized the boats of all the various sects, claiming he’s going to catch the thief."
Before the medicine boy could finish, Xu Qiuchi scrambled out of the hole, covered in dust and grime, yet his eyes were shining. "What did I tell you? The descendant of Li Qingdao has arrived!"
"If he truly were the descendant of the Green Blade, how could he have remained a nobody in the martial world until now? Li Qingdao was arrogant his whole life and looked down on many geniuses; it’s a pity he took a fool as a disciple at the end." Teng Hu gave Xu Qiuchi a cold look, clearly unwilling to get involved. "Even if it’s as you say, he still has to survive tonight."
With that, Teng Hu took his medicine boy and vanished into the wind and rain without looking back.
The gale and torrential rain whipped up sand and grass, making it hard to keep one's eyes open. Xu Qiuchi didn't care about his crooked hair bun as he instinctively looked around in all directions.
In the past, whenever he traveled, no matter how strange the place or how long he was delayed, the woman in red would always be waiting for him within sight when he wanted to leave. She would hold an umbrella for him, hand him a cloak, light a lantern, bring a carriage, and then step firmly toward the right direction.
But now, no matter how he looked, there wasn't even a ghost to be seen beneath the desolate cliffs.
Xu Qiuchi wiped the rain from his face and curled his lips in self-mockery.
It didn't matter if he couldn't tell left from right, as long as he didn't take the same path as that foul fox with the three-white eyes.
He withdrew his gaze and delayed no longer. Tucking his soaked hem into his waistband, he fumbled through the dark, trudging toward a different direction.
***
The terrain of Qionghu Island was high in the north and low in the south. In the latter half of the night, the rain eased slightly, but the wind grew stronger. The closer they got to the northern cliff, the harder the journey became. After pushing through dense thickets and wild briers, only bare rocky ridges remained beneath their feet. The crosswinds were so strong they could barely stand. Qin Jiuye followed behind Qiu Ling and Qi Gu, finally reaching the cliff's edge.
The lake surface was pitch black in the storm; even straining their eyes, they couldn't see more than a hundred feet. Qi Gu widened her eyes, desperately searching the dark cliffs for their last hope of leaving the island.
"Where’s the boat? Why can’t I see anything?"
Qin Jiuye also leaned over the precipice, peering down. A moment later, she saw Qiu Ling slowly stand up, holding a severed rope knot in his hand.
"The rope ladder was cut, and the boat is no longer in its original spot. It must have been discovered by the manor's people."
He looked around to confirm there was no ambush before sheathing his sword. Qi Gu was already sweating with anxiety, beginning to babble in her desperation.
"I heard Qionghu Island isn't too far from the nearest pier outside Jiugao City. I wonder if we could reach it if we swam for an hour or two."
Qin Jiuye looked at the churning black water below the cliff; she couldn't bring herself to agree.
Setting aside their swimming skills and the odds of surviving a crossing in this storm, even if they could reach the shore, it would likely be dawn. She and Qiu Ling were racing against time; if it came to that, they would have lost before the battle even began.
While Qi Gu lay on the ground, stubbornly assessing the cliff's height and the water conditions, Qin Jiuye stared at the other woman's wiggling backside. Suddenly remembering something, she rushed forward and shouted toward the dark lake below.
"Boatman! Is there any boatman willing to set out?!"
Her voice sounded harsh in the night, but it was quickly swallowed by the wind and rain.
The two behind her looked at her in confusion. Before they could speak, she gathered her breath and shouted again.
"Is there a boatman—"
This time, she stopped halfway. Qiu Ling and Qi Gu clearly noticed something too and looked toward the dark lake.
In the darkness, a faint glimmer of light emerged from behind a cliff, swaying as it approached.
It was a dilapidated sampan, braving the wind and riding the waves, looking as if it might be slapped into the lake at any moment. The oil lamp at the bow flickered, barely illuminating the person on board—one of the "Huang Guzi" they had met at the stone gate when they first arrived.
Qin Jiuye breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that her years of making a living had involved dealing with the small fry of the martial world. She had accumulated some experience. She quickly turned to Qiu Ling.
"This is one of the Huang Guzi who was looking for business earlier. Is San-lang willing to trust them once? These people attend the Sword Appreciation Assembly every year; their experience in the martial world is no less than Commander Lu’s. As long as the silver is right, they can get things done."
Qi Gu, who was a Huang Guzi herself, felt as though she had been praised as well. While waving excitedly toward the cliff, she agreed wholeheartedly. "If you ask me, our hardworking laborers are the most reliable. In a crisis, they really are better than these well-trained officials."
Moments later, the small sampan drew near.
The wind and waves were heavy by the cliff. The Huang Guzi stood at the bow and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Does the guest wish to board?!"
Qin Jiuye wiped the rain from her face and screamed back, "Yes!"
The Huang Guzi raised her right hand high, extending five fingers. "Fifty taels!"
Qin Jiuye felt her vision go dark at the shout. Before she could say anything, someone beside her stepped forward impatiently.
"Twenty taels!"
Qin Jiuye stared at Qi Gu, her expression one of profound respect.
Who said the manager of the Guoran Residence was peerless in her stinginess? Had she not found her match today?
Another wave rose. The Huang Guzi stood on the bobbing boat, gritted her teeth, and slowly retracted one finger. "Forty taels!"
As Qi Gu and Qin Jiuye grew more spirited and prepared to shout again, the silent man beside them finally couldn't take it anymore and intervened.
"I will pay! Get on the boat quickly!"
Forty taels for a single sampan ride—what extravagant waste!
Qin Jiuye’s heart bled, but she knew the situation was urgent and they had no room to haggle. She could only nod through gritted teeth. However, looking at the precipice, she faced another problem.
She had traversed steep mountain paths while gathering herbs before, but the rock walls by the lake were slicker. It was at least sixty or seventy feet down to the water. Even with a rope ladder, it would take time; climbing down by hand would take far too long.
The boatwoman saw the three of them hesitating and understood. She turned and nimbly pulled back the straw matting on the boat's roof, revealing a single straw mat underneath. She pointed at the mat and gave a thumbs-up, looking very confident.
The three on the cliff fell silent. After a long while, Qi Gu asked, "Who jumps first?"
Qin Jiuye instinctively looked at the most agile person beside her.
Sensing her gaze, Qi Gu shook her head repeatedly. "If he goes down alone, what about us?"
"Let him go down to catch us."
Qiu Ling’s expression was grave. "But can you two jump accurately?"
The air went silent again. Clearly, no one wanted to take the first step.
However, time for withdrawal was precious. Qin Jiuye felt she would go mad if she stayed a moment longer. Her mind raced, and she made a decision.
"How is San-lang’s aim?"
Qiu Ling caught Qin Jiuye’s look and understood instantly, though he still hesitated. "Fairly good..."
Qin Jiuye blinked. "Then what are we waiting for?"
Qiu Ling immediately shifted his gaze to the back of Qi Gu’s neck.
It all happened in an instant. Qi Gu felt a tug at her collar, and before she could even let out a cry, she was thrown down, wine vessel and all.
She was sturdier than she looked. Even Qiu Ling had to use his full strength. As soon as he let go, he and Qin Jiuye leaned over the edge together, only to see that the Huang Guzi had skillfully positioned the boat sideways. Qi Gu landed squarely on the straw mat.
The fall left her unable to get up for a while; she could only lie there with her backside in the air, cursing foully.
Qiu Ling breathed a secret sigh of relief, then realized something. His voice was slightly strained as he spoke. "In that case, we can only..."
Before he could finish, the woman before him crouched down and obligingly exposed her collar, looking like she was preparing for a "noble execution."
"Do it quickly."
To an uninformed observer, this scene would look like an executioner about to perform his duty.
Qiu Ling didn't dare look at her damp neck. He said in a low voice, "It’s just the two of us now. You only need to hold onto me."
The person on the ground paused, then stood up as if granted a reprieve. "That’s wonderful. I was just thinking that if my collar got torn, it would be a real loss."
This... was this the time to worry about a torn collar?
Before Qiu Ling could say another word, he felt a tightening around his waist. He looked down to see a pair of thin arms wrapped firmly around his midsection, carrying a vigorous will to survive.
The young protector’s usually unshakable face turned red instantly. But since the night was thick and there were no candles, the woman close to him didn't notice.
Qin Jiuye felt the man’s silence and looked up at him in confusion. "At a time like this, does Lord Duanyu still want me to hold onto your scabbard?"
The night was deep, but her eyes were bright.
Back at Luowu Cliff, he hadn't had the time to process all this, but now, the place where she touched his waist felt as if it were on fire. He didn't dare look at her again and turned his head away.
"Hold on tight."
Even without his warning, Qin Jiuye was naturally using all her strength to hug his waist.
Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt the broad, steady body in her arms tremble slightly before he carried her and leapt from the cliff.
***
On floating bridges, amidst mountain cliffs, and beside rushing rapids, dozens of young men and women dressed as fisherfolk stood motionless in the rain, facing northwest. Even the curve of their bowed backs was identical.
They all heard the strange sound, and they all understood what it was.
It was the sound of a sharp blade piercing the air and the resonance of clashing metal—a sound that could only be driven by a top-tier master and emitted by a peerless blade.
The sound came from deep within the caves to the northwest. It approached rapidly, nearing the canyon sandwiched between two cliffs. The canyon's echoes amplified the sound, teasing the ears of every listener.
Finally, one of the girls with long braids raised her head toward the sky.
Her movement was slow, as if she were hesitating, or perhaps because she hadn't made such a movement in so long that it felt utterly foreign.
The moment she looked up, a figure streaked across the cliffs like a meteor, heading southeast.
The clothes he wore were identical to theirs. He moved forward against the rushing current, looking like an arrow flying backward, a river flowing uphill, a beam of light bursting forth from the abyss.
She had never seen such light in her life, so she watched for a long time. Deep within those eyes that usually held no emotion, something she had never possessed began to grow.
A moment later, a youth not far behind her also couldn't restrain himself and looked up.
Then came a third, a fourth, a fifth...
Whether it was the thief fleeing with the blade or the pursuers ordered to kill him, their movements were as fast as smoke. Those who looked up later didn't actually see anything, yet they remained looking at the sky until a sharp whistle blew. The fear and obedience rooted in their marrow reclaimed their bodies, instantly snapping them back into their original forms—returning them to those bowing, smiling, faceless men and women.
This canyon, carved by rushing rapids and waterfalls, extended southeast from Luowu Cliff, cutting through the entirety of Qionghu Island before merging into Lixin Lake.
The mouth of the lake was constantly eroded by the waterfalls, forming a nameless deep pool. To the north of the pool, jagged rocks stood like grotesque fingers. In the past, government boats transporting death row prisoners would dock here; the rocks still bore the mottled remains of posted warrants. To the south, two cliffs tightened like the mouth of a gourd—easy to enter, hard to leave. Beyond the narrowest point lay the vast, boundless Lixin Lake.
Winding shores, a secluded pool, and fishing rocks.
It should have been a tranquil place, but the wind and rain were relentless, and the killing intent was unstoppable, shattering the lake's peace in an instant.
If there were three thousand people on Qionghu Island tonight, then all three thousand were currently crowding onto the rocks by that nameless pool.
Looking out, torchlight flickered across the staggered rocks. The blurred, shifting silhouettes merged with the dark clouds on the horizon into a black mass, appearing as if they might tip the entire island over.
The various sects were crowded together, no longer caring about their previous grudges, all craning their necks toward the deep pool.
The boundary between heaven and earth was shredded by the raging storm; only the steadiest movement and the sharpest blade could cut through this swirl of wind and mist.
And now, the figure wielding the blade descended unexpectedly. His coarse clothes and black hair danced wildly in the gale. Occasionally, his face was revealed—he appeared to be a handsome youth.
Not far behind him, several dark shadows followed closely. At first there were only three, but more kept appearing until there were over a dozen. Each was as swift as a shadow and as fierce as a hawk, heading straight for the figure in front.
It was a hunt with almost no suspense.
To dare steal a blade under the very nose of the Number One Manor’s head was no different from trying to steal a bell from a tiger or a tooth from a wolf.
No one believed that the muddled thief could ultimately break through the encirclement and escape the pack. Nor did anyone expect to see such an incredible sight on a day like this.
Whether the person was from the Chuanliu Courtyard was unknown, but he was certainly a madman. A madman driven by greedy desire, heedless of his own life.
The young disciples on the rocks were merely watching at first. However, as time passed and they saw the youth not only remain un-felled but actually turn and kill two or three pursuers, they became indignant. One by one, they gripped their weapons, itching for a fight.
They instinctively cast themselves in the role of the hunters, clamoring to capture this reckless scum of the martial world. They wanted to make an example of him publicly, so that other ill-intentioned people would never dare try such a thing again.
However, if one looked closely at the few elders interspersed among those young figures, one could see expressions on their faces that were the exact opposite of their disciples'.
Like all young people in the world filled with curiosity, they too had enjoyed watching a spectacle in the long-distant past.
But at some point, the entire martial world had only ever been a spectacle for the Number One Manor to watch. Now that it was finally the Manor’s turn to be the spectacle, those numb, stern faces couldn't hide a hint of schadenfreude.
Stealing a blade alone was doing the impossible; it was a disregard for life and death, a peak of stupidity.
But when stupidity reached its depth and obsession reached its end, was it not another form of terrifyingly powerful strength?
The world said that those who could survive adversity with such solitary courage must be of noble birth or famous lineage.
In truth, however, those who dared to sail against the wind, roll a stone up a slope, and perform world-shaking deeds were often the nameless.
Because they had nothing, they did not fear loss. Because they had no reputation, they did not fear the words of others. Because they had no other path of retreat, they could only strive forward with all their might.
The gale whipped up the waters of Lixin Lake, repeatedly eroding the island's shore. The waves were white as snow, the rocks black as ink. Black and white clashed and merged, inseparable. For a moment, it seemed as if only these two intense, monotonous colors remained in the world.
There was another loud crash. In a daze, it seemed like the sound of a man-high wave hitting the rocks, or perhaps just the ring of metal clashing as masters fought.
Perhaps because he had just obtained the blade, the youth’s use of it was not yet smooth. The transitions in his blade-work were not perfect; the killing intent in his opening moves was too heavy, masking the natural elegance the Green Blade should have possessed. Yet even so, it was a strike filled with life. It was distinct from the overly carved, technical performances in the grottoes, and entirely different from the orderly duels on Lixin Lake the day before.
He made a split-second judgment while surrounded, retreating three people with a single mid-air slash. This showed his abundant killing intent—not so much brute force as it was sharp precision—and a natural, keen instinct for the battlefield.
"I once heard the Green Blade was as swift as a shadow and its sharpness could sever a current. Seeing it today, I realize the rumors were not exaggerated. It is truly an eye-opener."
Shen开源, the Sect Leader of the Qiushan Sect, murmured. A trace of color finally returned to his sallow face.
Beside him, Xie Xiu, who had just received the Lotus Talisman, couldn't hide his displeasure.
He was the victor of the Sword Appreciation Assembly, the undisputed winner of the night. How could he let his spotlight be stolen by some martial world trash who appeared out of nowhere?
"But that man is wearing the clothes of a Number One Manor disciple." His voice was full of disdain, having already reached a conclusion. "How could a disciple of the Manor be worthy of learning the Green Blade techniques? Whether it’s the Heavenly Garment movement or this blade-work, it’s nothing more than a clumsy imitation."
Shen开源 didn't bother responding to his "star" disciple, but Wang Xiao, standing nearby, suddenly asked, "Have you seen Li Qingdao?"
Xie Xiu was stunned, then shook his head. "No."
"Then have you seen the Green Blade techniques?"
"...No."
A cold sneer curled Wang Xiao’s lips. His voice was low but loud enough to be humiliating. "If you haven't seen them, then don't speak so arrogantly here. It only invites ridicule."
Xie Xiu’s face instantly flushed. Not far in front of him, the disciples of the Tiankui Sect, who hated evil and had nothing but brute strength to spare, could no longer hold back.
"Since he comes from the Manor, he should be even less likely to commit such a treacherous act."
"I think he must have committed a grave crime and knows he’s doomed. This is just a cornered beast’s final struggle."
"The Manor has its own Demon-Subduing Array. In my view, that brat will be executed within ten rounds..."
Before the Tiankui disciple could finish, the thief twisted his body to borrow force, completely breaking free from the encirclement. In the blink of an eye, he flew onto the high cliff wall to the left. Standing like a lone guardian at the pass, he turned to meet the challenge, killing two more people in an instant.
The cliff wall had been polished by the winds blowing into the bay for years; aside from some inch-long moss and lichen, there was no vegetation to grip. Only those with exceptional vision could see that the thief was standing on a hidden rope knot, allowing him to find footing and exert force on the precipice.
That cliff was the final gateway for the nameless pool to enter the lake. The thief hadn't rushed to escape but instead used the terrain to counter-attack. He had even predicted his escape route and planted a rope knot in advance. This deep understanding of the martial world’s "waters," combined with a steady, ruthless mind and exceptional light-footwork and blade-skills, meant he might actually have a chance to break through this iron-clad siege.
*Marvelous, truly marvelous.*
The eyes beneath the long, white eyebrows of Master Kong Yin of the Qingshi Temple in Sidu Mountain were wide open. He stared unblinkingly at the distant action, his prayer beads spinning rapidly.
If such movement skills could be brought into the Tiankui Sect and refined by him, the sect leader, for three years, the youth would achieve great mastery of the internal arts. By then, the Tiankui Sect would have a genius proficient in both internal power and movement, and would never have to follow behind that old eccentric Zhui Yun again.
The senior monk disciple standing beside him assumed his master was also feeling indignant. After a moment of thought, he stepped forward to request permission to act. He tried to quote scripture about "subduing demons," but he was cut off before he could finish.
"Young man, always fighting and killing... it ruins the harmony."
Even though this senior disciple’s face was somewhat paralyzed from an injury during last year’s assembly, he couldn't hide his dumbfounded expression.
He could hardly associate the master before him with the irritable old man who had fought three hundred rounds with a tiger two nights ago. He couldn't understand why his master, who had personally entered the fray to win an advantage for them, was now unwilling to let him take this glory.
Could it be that his master was worried about him?
"Is Master afraid I cannot defeat this thief? He is but a small fry, a nameless—"
Before he could finish, he was glared at fiercely by the "Buddhist-refined" Kong Yin, leaving him frozen in place.
Kong Yin withdrew his gaze, returning to his usual kind and benevolent appearance. He coughed twice. "If you have this much free time, why don't you come and massage your master’s back?"
The battle changed in an instant. Everyone’s attention gradually shifted to the thief’s movement and martial arts style. Only the disciples of the Pengyue Sect from the Boundless Sea had eyes for the goods; though far away, they noticed something.
"Look, the blade in his hand..."
"The Green Blade techniques must naturally be paired with the Qingwu Blade." The voice of the Fish-Watching Boy rang out. He touched the jewel-encrusted weapon at his waist, his tone filled with unabashed envy. "There is no moon tonight, but with a precious blade unsheathed, there is quite a glow."
A hundred paces away, the thirteen disciples of the Shuyu Plum Peak of the Lingxiao Sect stood against the wind. Their wide robes were soaked by the waves crashing onto the rocks, losing their usual immortal grace, yet none of them cared about their clothes. They only stared at that single point on the cliff.
Cang Jiu, who had previously suffered a setback at the hands of Lord Duanyu, seemed to have finally found an outlet for his frustration. He immediately stepped forward with his sword.
"That thief is only so arrogant because he has a divine weapon in hand. This disciple begs Master to lend me the Tunyuan Sword! I will surely strike that thief down within ten rounds and uphold the Lingxiao Sect’s name for eradicating evil!"
He was Zhui Yun’s personal disciple and the successor of the Zhuyue Movement. Since joining the sect, he had been the most favored junior brother. Even his master, who had a strange temper and was rigid in his ways, had rarely been harsh with him. This was a great opportunity for him to show off as the head disciple; there was no reason for his master to refuse. Thus, after his impassioned speech, he held his hands above his head, waiting for his master to bestow the sword.
However, this time, his wait was much longer than expected. After a long while, Zhui Yun’s voice finally sounded, indifferent.
"The Tunyuan Sword? I sent it for repairs."
The Tunyuan Sword was forged from meteoric iron and was indestructible. Even if used to split rocks, it wouldn't get a single nick.
Cang Jiu was stunned, clearly not understanding what his master was saying. His raised hands became awkward.
The grudge over the jade sword from a few days ago was still fresh. A hundred paces away, the disciples of the Xuanjin Sect gathered around Abbess Hanchu to offer their advice.
"The Lingxiao Sect is being too cautious; they’ve truly fallen short. That thief stole a precious blade; everyone has the right to execute him. Why hesitate?"
"Exactly. In this disciple’s view, it’s better to use toxic smoke to flush him out, then use a hundred Bone-Piercing Needles to catch him off guard. Finally, Master can personally finish him off. With such a series of moves, even if he grew wings, he would surely not escape this calamity..."
"A hundred Bone-Piercing Needles?" Hanchu finally spoke, her cold sneer laced with fury. "Do Bone-Piercing Needles not cost silver? Does toxic smoke not cost silver?! A bunch of idiots who can't even work an abacus. It’s bad enough you can't win a fight, but you want your master to go bankrupt!"
Hanchu’s voice drifted across the cliffs. Her tone was so resentful that several nearby sects instinctively lowered their heads and backed away, as if afraid the venom from her words might splash onto them.
The rocks gradually fell silent. Occasional whispers broke the quiet, only to vanish again.
The horizon remained pitch black; no one knew when dawn would arrive.
Finally, the figure standing high on the cliff leapt down. The remaining dark shadows followed, vanishing into the mist of Lixin Lake in an instant.
A moment later, no one on the shore spoke. Only the sound of the wind through the stone forest remained—sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes slow, sometimes urgent. Occasionally, the ring of clashing metal drifted through, telling everyone that somewhere behind those stone cliffs, the pursuit and the slaughter had not ceased.
A thousand martial artists stood silently in the wind. Not one charged into the fray, and not one stepped forward to investigate.
Those elders with white beards and deep wrinkles just watched silently.
They watched the pool that had returned to stillness, as if watching the black whirlpool they had been trapped in for many years.
The stars and moon provided no light; their eyes had long been dyed as black as ink by this long night. But the moment that dazzling blade-light had flared, they had, in a daze, felt a spark of expectation rise from the silent darkness.
Even they couldn't say exactly what they were expecting.
Perhaps one day, the thing they awaited would arrive unexpectedly. And when that time came, they would naturally know what these rivers, lakes, and seas shrouded by the long night were truly meant to look like.
After an unknown amount of time, the sounds of pursuit and combat completely vanished into the night. Once again, only the sound of wind and rain remained in the world.
The various expressions slowly faded from everyone’s faces. They returned to being sect leaders, top masters, and grandmasters, leading their disciples away in silence, as if the people who had spoken so vividly and childishly on the rocks just now were a different group entirely.
***
| Chinese | English | Notes/Explanation |
| :--- | :--- | :--- |
| 无名之辈 | The Nameless Ones / Nobodies | Refers to people without status or fame. |
| 滕狐 | Teng Hu | A character (Master). |
| 药僮 | Medicine boy | An apprentice or servant to a physician/alchemist. |
| 许秋迟 | Xu Qiuchi | A character. |
| 李青刀 | Li Qingdao | The legendary figure associated with the Green Blade. |
| 青芜刀 | Qingwu Blade | The "Greenweed Blade," a legendary weapon. |
| 野蒺藜 | Wild briers / Gorse | Thorny plants. |
| 黄姑子 | Huang Guzi | Freelance boatmen/hustlers in the martial world. |
| 官然居 | Guoran Residence | The establishment managed by Qi Gu. |
| 磬石法寺 | Qingshi Temple | A Buddhist sect/temple. |
| 空音 | Kong Yin | Master of Qingshi Temple. |
| 秋山派 | Qiushan Sect | A martial arts sect. |
| 沈开源 | Shen Kaiyuan | Leader of the Qiushan Sect. |
| 谢修 | Xie Xiu | A disciple of the Qiushan Sect. |
| 王逍 | Wang Xiao | A character. |
| 天魁门 | Tiankui Sect | A martial arts sect. |
| 伏魔阵法 | Demon-Subduing Array | A specialized combat formation. |
| 无尽海捧月门 | Boundless Sea Pengyue Sect | A martial arts sect. |
| 观鱼童子 | Fish-Watching Boy | A character from the Pengyue Sect. |
| 凌霄派 | Lingxiao Sect | A martial arts sect. |
| 须臾梅峰 | Shuyu Plum Peak | A location within the Lingxiao Sect. |
| 苍九 | Cang Jiu | A disciple of the Lingxiao Sect. |
| 吞元剑 | Tunyuan Sword | A precious sword belonging to Zhui Yun. |
| 逐月身法 | Zhuyue Movement | A specific light-footwork technique. |
| 玄金门 | Xuanjin Sect | A martial arts sect. |
| 寒烛师太 | Abbess Hanchu | Leader of the Xuanjin Sect. |
| 透骨针 | Bone-Piercing Needles | A type of hidden projectile weapon. |
