A landslide prevents the TV partners from getting their film equipment on time. Jiang Beixi insists on spending their downtime going over and over the schedule and script until everything was perfect. Vivian thinks they should just have a vacation. Beixi interprets this as her partner is tired, so she decides to take on all the work herself.
The next day, Beixi heads into town, searching for the perfect angles for the shots she originally had in mind. She's distracted by a vendor selling cute head pieces. The vendor tries to offer a piece as a gift, but Beixi dismisses the gesture and pays for the accessory.
Soon, it gets too hot, and she needs a break in the shade. A little boy approaches her, offering a pair of shoes his family made. She is grateful for the instant relief, but she still insists on paying. After all, she's here on business.
Beixi's next stop is an elderly lady's house who had already agreed to an interview. She isn't sure how to ask about local customs or growing up in town, and the conversation takes an awkward turn. But she still has to finish preparations.
Finally, she asks the old lady for spot recommendations. The elder gladly suggests a market, and Beixi heads over there - Vivian is there, too! They bump into each other at a stall selling bags. Beixi thought that Vivian would ignore the town on her vacation, but Vivian insists that the town has its own charm and they can still experience it, but as tourists, not academics.
For once, Jiang Beixi agrees. She puts her paperwork in the new bag and takes a step back from her job. The equipment isn't even here yet, so why not enjoy the scenery?
Connections
-At first, Jiang Beixi and Vivian did not get along. They first met in Wasteland Impression, but Vivian was expecting to work on a reality show, not a documentary, and Beixi preferred facts to sensationalism. They finally found a compromise in Poem of the Wild, where Vivian presented facts in an energetic and fun way, and Beixi appreciated the spontaneity of filming different nature scenes.
-Jiang Beixi and her sister, Xitong, both have a strong academic background. But whereas Beixi analyzes other cultures, Xitong focuses on preserving traditional Cloud styles - to the point that she will fail any of her students who diverge from tradition, like Chi Xiaoyu in Early Summer Shower. Even in Azure Porcelain, Jiang Xitong demanded every aspect of her presentation steer clear from anything ethereal, modern, or anything that diverged from "true Cloud fashion."
Fun Facts
-Both Vivian and Jiang Beixi have the Fresh Attribute for their solo suits.
-In the UK, Australia, and most English-speaking countries (besides the US and Canada), "holiday" is used to mean "vacation."
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With the war between North and Apple, Tang Hupo struggles to keep up her training while also supporting her friends. They may die on the snowy battlefield, but Hupo makes an Azure Oath to be not just the best, most reliable soldier, but the best, most dependable friend. But what if her group is intercepted by the enemy? Can she handle it all on her own?
After seeing her through, let's get away from the icy battle zone and meet up with our favorite Wasteland priestess. Maybe we can unwind with a card reading...
Receives 20% Score of Styling Power. Increases Shining Moment Score by 62.5% and its Difficulty for 10 seconds.
"Enjoy the holiday and discover the little surprises that life brings."
Skill Detail: Set Path (accessories)
Modeling Skill - Shiny Shiny additionally increases Score by 1% of your Styling Power.
"Be it work or travel, planning is key."
Skill Detail: Chance Scenery (shoes)
Modeling Skill - Brisk Pace additionally increases Score by 5% of your Styling Power.
"Sometimes, the most beautiful views are found when you least expect them."
~Profile~
Jiang Beixi | 25 years old | Female
Height: 168cm | DoB: 2/8
A meticulous Miraland Geographic photographer attempts to enjoy an unexpected "holiday."
About Design
Exploring every authoritative source, diving into history, examining culture, each design becomes a meticulous study, carefully crafted to achieve the optimal solution, blending aesthetic appeal with functionality.
About Self
An impressive scholarly record is just the beginning for Jiang Beixi.
Her real journey starts when she, as a photojournalist, ventures into the wild.
"Theory applied in practice," she pens in her diary, a mantra she faithfully follows.
About Nikki
In the myriad of interpretations of her designs, Nikki stands out as the most creative.
These moments, when Jiang Beixi's design philosophy is grasped, are precious.
Jiang always recalls, Nikki's luminous eyes and steadfast expressions, embodying a style that no outfit can obscure.
The Living Encyclopedia
Vivian often wonders whether Jiang Beixi's work is meant for television scripts or it's akin to a top-tier doctoral dissertation.
Should the director continue to demand the impossible, appointing Jiang Beixi as a consultant for Wasteland's development, and taking over as the speaker could actually work.
The Ideal Vision
Break down the problem, and assess the known factors, armed with an extensive knowledge base, to generate the best plan of action.
Except when it comes to Vivian, no analysis is needed. In any situation, their duo is always the perfect formula for the show.
Ever Onward
She appears endlessly tireless, always on a path of discovery.
There are no sudden interruptions, only blessed chances to refine the approach.
Start a new file, back it up, and begin a fresh experiment!
The Harmony of Work and Play
Jiang Beixi finds a silver lining in her wardrobe mishap, as it causes her to stop just in tie to catch the enchanting sight of children playing.
Their heartfelt laughter transcends any description, immersing both her now and future viewers, captivating and touching everyone involved.
~Pieces~
Original Suit
Hairstyle: Elegant Grey
The sunlight in the barren land is always strong, but it gently casts elegant rays on the hair.
Headwear: Varied Hue
The consistent architecture focuses on survivability, while the hanging fabrics of varied colors add a unique charm.
Earrings: Dance of Breeze
The threads, twisted into a shape, sway in the desolate breeze and dance out a splash of color.
Neckwear: Hovering Light
Light and shadow play on the neck, reflecting the surroundings and other faces on its gem surface.
Top: Leisurely Time
Tassels on the cuffs gently brush against the skin as you walk. It's a reminder to take things slow.
Bottom: Casual Resort
The outer veil matches the local style, and the trousers allow easy movement. A suitable outfit is key for a vacation.
Shoes: Sudden Halt
Jiang Beixi rewrites the script by adding a new segment called Unexpected from chance encounters.
Right Handheld: Tangled Fate
The small souvenir shop holds various memories. Their product lines intertwine and symbolize fateful encounters.
Awakened Suit
Hairstyle: Glittery Breeze
Her long hair falls over her shoulders like satin, glittering in the breeze.
Headwear: Glowing Souvenir
The filming cycle of the show is always brief, so why not capture the sunlight here as a souvenir?
Earrings: Wind Whisper
The wind whispers in your ears like nature's chant, slowing down everything with its enchanting melody.
Neckwear: Silent Admirer
Enjoy the swift passage of time, and don't overlook the interplay of light and shadow on the barren land.
Top: Serene Hours
Jiang Beixi decides to take Vivian's advice and enjoy the holiday, but only to present a better show.
Bottom: Mutual Pace
The light chiffon adds an exotic style to the outfit, while a waist pendant restrains its wearer to dance.
Shoes: Wishful Stroll
Experience the daily lives of people by strolling through the small town and tuning into their hearts.
Right Handheld: Like Minds
Because they share the same desire, they encounter each other in this limited space of the universe.
~Audio~
Summon
"I want to make the best show, and so does Vivian."
Talent
"She can make everything sound funny. Perhaps that's a special gift of Vivian's."
The Core of the Program
"I think TV shows should be real and meaningful, so the audience can learn something from them. The content is key. Don't you think so?"
Practical Outfits
"I specialize in cool styles, especially practical outfits for outdoors and mountaineering."
Meet
"I'm Jiang Beixi, Vivian's partner."
Awaken
"Vivian has something I don't have. She's probably the reason why the show is interesting."
Skill Upgrade
"I archived everything on the history, geography, culture, and economy of every state in Wasteland... Don't worry, they're also available as e-books."
Designer's Reflection Ascending 2
"Now I know it was Vivian I met the other day, that's wonderful."
3-Star Rank Up
"Vivian must have seen something in you."
2-Star Rank Up
"I don't quite get what Vivian says sometimes, but I'm interested in proving her theories."
Designer's Reflection Ascending 1
"Welcome to Wasteland Party. This time, as usual, you won't be disappointed."
Select
"Any thoughts on how our program is set up? I can give you a brief rundown."
Narrator: The old lady directs me to a small shop, recalling her days as a sales clerk there and her deep familiarity with every pattern sold.
Narrator: I navigate through narrow alleys to the shop at the end, greeted by the gentle chime of wind bells and a wall covered with bags.
Narrator: According to the old lady, these bags are built to last and used to be quite popular due to their vivid patchwork of fabrics.
Clerk: These might look a bit old-fashioned...
Jiang Beixi: No, practicality in design is essential.
Narrator: The mix of fabrics also gives it a unique style. The colors instantly brighten your mood.
Narrator: They're perfect for a vacation. As soon as I think of this, Vivian springs to mind.
Narrator: I wonder if Vivian is already enjoying her vacation.
Jiang Beixi: Hello, is this bag still for sale?
Clerk: Ah, this one? It's just a sample, not for sale.
Clerk: The last one was just taken by another customer...
Narrator: I instinctively move forward, lifting the curtain to enter the back room.
Narrator: How should I persuade the clerk to sell it?
Vivian: How about a discount? We'll feature it on our show!
Narrator: Hearing this familiar voice, I can't believe my ears. But indeed, it's Vivian standing before me.
Narrator: What is she doing here?
Jiang Beixi: Vivian?
Vivian: You made it, finally!
Narrator: Vivian's expression relaxes, but she quickly frowns as she sizes me up. Then, she quickly handles the payment and shoves the bag into my hands.
Vivian: Pack all your papers in here! Carrying them around is exhausting enough.
Narrator: Vivian seems completely unsurprised by my presence.
Choose either "Vivian probably wants to join you" or "Vivian's here purely for a holiday."
If "join," ...
You: Did Vivian end up deciding to join you after all?
Narrator: If that were the case, she'd tell me directly.
If "holiday," ...
You: Is this small town Vivian's actual vacation spot?
Narrator: But isn't this where we're working?
--
Narrator: With my mind filled with questions, I decide to ask Vivian directly about what's going on.
Jiang Beixi: Is there an issue with your vacation?
Vivian: With me in charge, what could possibly go wrong?
Jiang Beixi: So, there are new issues with the equipment?
Vivian: Stop worrying about the show all the time!
Vivian: I came here to vacation, let's not talk shop!
Jiang Beixi: But we're actually here to shoot...
Vivian: Yet according to the travel guide, this place is a must-visit.
Vivian: This town isn't just for filming!
Narrator: She's right. With or without the show, the townspeople live their own lives.
Narrator: When did the show become the lens through which I view everything?
Jiang Beixi: How did you know I'd be here?
Vivian: Well, whether it's making a great show or taking a holiday, our goal is the same: to discover the true beauty of this place!
Vivian: See? I'm right, aren't I? You need a break! It's not just about shooting better, but about capturing what truly matters... you said that yourself.
Narrator: After a long day, Vivian's words cut through my work-related doubts that have been building up in my mind.
Narrator: The superficial script fades from my mind, revealing the authentic, vivid life of the town behind it.
Narrator: It's the enthusiastic and generous small vendor, the attentive and helpful boy, the bluntly honest and kindly old lady. Their faces are so genuine and endearing.
Vivian: How about joining me to really enjoy the break?
Narrator: I keep smiling as Vivian nodes in approval of my realization.
Vivian: Finally, you get it! It's important to learn how to relax.
Jiang Beixi: Plus, taking it easy can spark creativity and improve efficiency in your work.
Vivian: Hey! You're not listening at all!
Narrator: Vivian grabs my bag, clearly trying to pull me away from my work.
Narrator: Say goodbye to work, filming, camera positions, and scene setups for now!
Narrator: Le's really enjoy this break, soak in life, and then create a show that truly resonates with people!
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Narrator: The next morning, I'm ready to jump back into work, dressed simply and standing on the outskirts of a remote town.
Narrator: I'm planning several quick-cut scenes to introduce the area from different perspectives.
Narrator: First, I need to find the town's highest point for a sweeping panoramic shot.
Narrator: But where exactly is it?
Vendor: Miss, would you like to take a look at our special headwear and hair ornaments?
Narrator: When lost, there's nothing better than local guidance.
Jiang Beixi: Have you always lived here?
Vendor: Of course! See my handiwork? You won't find these patterns just anywhere.
Narrator: Peering into her basket, I notice that every piece is exquisitely made.
Narrator: Seeing me bend down to look closer, she beams with pride and can't help praising her own work.
Vendor: Try anything you like. They all suit you!
Vendor: I've been weaving since I was five... that's why my skills are so polished!
Narrator: Perhaps not everyone is drawn to beauty, but I certainly am.
Vendor: It looks beautiful on you! Consider it a gift... it's rare to find such a perfect fit. First time here? Come back and buy more next time!
Jiang Beixi: I appreciate it, but I'm here on business...
Narrator: I decline and quickly pay, despite her protests, and steer the conversation back.
Jiang Beixi: Where's the highest point in town?
Narrator: She kindly directs me to a winding staircase leading to the town's water tower. I climb up there, finally reaching the highest point of the town.
Narrator: Probably because of the small size of the town, the view from up here is less orderly than expected, dominated by the colorful laundry across the rooftops.
Narrator: Not to worry, I've got a backup plan. But first, I need to find a cooler spot to rest.
Narrator: I've misjudged the temperature difference. My boots are unbearably hot, making it hard to walk.
Little Boy: Why have you been sitting here, Miss?
Narrator: A young boy passing by notices me, looking inquisitive.
Narrator: I pull my feet back a bit, trying to hide my discomfort.
Jiang Beixi: Just taking a short break.
Little Boy: Are those boots uncomfortable?
Narrator: As I'm hesitating over how to respond, he's already scampered off.
Narrator: I change to a slightly more comfortable sitting position, hoping for a drop in temperature.
Little Boy: Try these shoes... they won't feel hot!
Little Boy: Our family makes these shoes. They're really comfortable!
Narrator: I'm surprised as the breathless boy returns with a pair of flats.
Little Boy: I could tell right away you chose the wrong shoes. Nothing gets past me! I'll be a great shoemaker one day!
Narrator: He earnestly promotes his craft like an adult would, and I'm not opposed... the shoes are a welcome relief.
Narrator: As I fasten the shoes, I finally feel comfortable again.
Narrator: I pay, and the boy carefully packs my original shoes.
Little Boy: Next time, bring your friends here for a vacation. I'll give you a discount!
Jiang Beixi: Thank you! I'll do that once my work here is done.
Narrator: Next up, I plan a side silhouette shot as I walk to the edge of town. Just then, I notice some power poles intruding into the frame.
Narrator: At the same time, sparrows dart into view, their movements like lively notes, adding more interest than the original silhouette idea.
Narrator: Clearly, I need to rethink some of the empty shots. I glance at the script, which includes an important segment about interviewing a local centenarian.
Jiang Beixi: Hello! I'm Jiang Beixi from Miraland Geographic. We spoke earlier.
Old Lady: Oh, it's you! Come on in!
Jiang Beixi: Sorry to disturb you, Ma'am. I'm here to finalize the details of our interview...
Narrator: The old lady warmly ushers me into her courtyard. Once we are settled, I begin to go over the interview details with her.
Jiang Beixi: ...My colleague Vivian will ask you about the secret to living a long life.
Old Lady: I'm not sure, maybe it's because I've always had a good life.
Jiang Beixi: Could you share any daily habits you have?
Old Lady: Since retiring, I've slept until I naturally wake up each day. Does that count?
Jiang Beixi: Getting enough sleep is definitely important.
Old Lady: Yeah. Looking at you, I can tell you probably haven't been resting well. That's not good.
Narrator: Her comment makes sense, but they don't quite capture the local lifestyle as I have hoped to portray.
Old Lady: Oh dear, do you have a note for me to read from?
Jiang Beixi: You mean a prepared script? No, the interview needs to be authentic.
Old Lady: I'm worried I might say something that doesn't come across well.
Jiang Beixi: Don't worry, Ma'am. Our show values authenticity above all.
Old Lady: Well, okay then... you're the expert here...
Narrator: What followed are some polite and hollow exchanges.
Narrator: Despite the lackluster content, I continue to ask questions, uncertain of where to go next.
Grandma: It must be boring here in such a small town, not much to talk about, right?
Grandma: We just live our lives. If it's about that, I have plenty to say.
Narrator: Everyone probably sees this town differently.
Narrator: Maybe I should ask her to point me in the right direction for what to focus on next?
Choose either "I think the old lady would be willing to help you out" or "It might be good to hear what others have to say."
If "old lady," ...
You: I'm sure she would be glad to help. It would make her happy.
Narrator: I hope it's not too much trouble... Hopefully, this isn't too difficult for her to answer.
If "others," ...
You: It might be good to listen to others' opinions once in a while.
Narrator: You're right, I really could use some help.
Narrator: If you were to film this town, where would you start?
Jiang Beixi: The original transport route was blocked by a landslide, causing a delay in equipment delivery?
Narrator: After days of rough travel, Vivian and I have finally made it to our destination for the shoot. By the time we settle into the hotel, it's well past midnight.
Narrator: Just as we start to review the script, a frantic call from the logistics company confirms my worst suspicions.
Jiang Beixi: I need to know our backup transport plan and how soon we can expect the equipment.
Narrator: The person in charge is disorganized and clearly unprepared, focusing only on dodging blame.
Jiang Beixi: I acknowledge the delay is due to natural causes, and we can talk compensation later.
Jiang Beixi: For now, I need to know where exactly the equipment is held up.
Narrator: The person quickly passes the call to the truck driver, eager to wash his hands of the matter.
Narrator: After enduring several busy signals, I finally receive some useful information.
Narrator: Drawing on years of geographical research, I mentally map out the wilderness and quickly devise the shortest alternative route.
Jiang Beixi: The equipment must arrive no later than the end of the week.
Narrator: After hanging up, I prepare to share the news with Vivian and adjust our schedule accordingly.
Narrator: To my surprise, I find Vivian, who has been reviewing the script, now comfortably in bed and absorbed in her phone.
Jiang Beixi: At least this delay gives us extra time to thoroughly go over the script.
Vivian: Yeah, but first, let's decide what to wear tomorrow!
Jiang Beixi: Yes, it's important to respect the local dress customs.
Vivian: I wasn't talking about that... I meant more like a vacation style!
Jiang Beixi: It's not an official holiday right now.
Vivian: Come on! The equipment won't be here for a week. Isn't this an unexpected holiday?
Vivian: Let's go out and have some fun!
Jiang Beixi: Indeed, some outdoor time could do us good. We still need to verify some camera positions and angles.
Narrator: As I'm about to jot down our scouting plans, Vivian snatches the document out of my hands.
Vivian: We must take a break! It's settled!
Narrator: It takes me a moment to realize Vivian is talking about a vacation... the no-work kind.
Narrator: Given all the work lately, she must be so exhausted.
Choose either "Vivian's always been so lively in my memories" or "Don't you ever get tired?"
If "lively," ...
You: Vivian always seems so energetic.
Narrator: Which might make her tire more easily.
If "tired," ...
You: What about you? Are you feeling tired, too?
Narrator: It's fine, that's just the nature of our work.
--
Narrator: I don't want to impose. After reviewing our plans, I think I can manage alone.
Jiang Beixi: I understand, if you're feeling worn out, you should really take the time to rest.
Vivian: Exactly!
Jiang Beixi: I'll check the shooting plan on my own. Go enjoy your break, just make sure to be back before the equipment arrives.
Vivian: ...
Narrator: Although we've worked together for a long time, I sometimes find it hard to gauge Vivian's thoughts, like her look of resignation right now.
Narrator: She's probably still worried about the progress of our work.
Narrator: But it's okay, we still have a week to iron out the best plan for our shoot.
Just like her sister, Jiang Beixi prioritizes work and research to the point that others might think of them as buzzkills. Hopefully, with the recent delay, Vivian can convince her to take some Leisurely Time and enjoy herself without any stress.
Make sure you get a lot of rest during vacation, because our next stop is North Kingdom. We're meeting up with a friend from Cloud as she trains for the upcoming war between Apple and North.
In another world, a young boy named Jade grew up in turbulent times. Different sects were at war, and his parents didn't get along. Rather than escape, Jade's father made the family stay, even though it led to his death.
Because Jade's mother was from the Five Poisons Sect, she kept two parasites called Togetherness Poison, which meant if either she or the dad died, the other would follow close behind. The boy was alone when the mother's sect appeared and took him away.
The Five Poisons Sect relied on parasites to infect and control others. Since Jade's mother ran away from them, they decided to make the boy a poison tester. They fed him poisons and let different parasites bite him, tormenting him with agony he'd never felt before.
Only one other boy survived the night. Jade knew that if the elders found them both, that the boys would be put through another deadly "test" until only one remained. So, he convinced the other boy to kill himself.
Morning arrived, and the elders found Jade alive. They brought him to the Chief, who declared that Jade was now the host of the Butterfly Soul Poison, one of two special tokens belonging to the Five Poisons Sect. He became an important figure in the sect, and he was given a new name: Qin Yi.
The Butterfly Soul Poison sometimes caused immense pain, but it helped Qin Yi cultivate his skills faster. In time, the Five Poisons Sect sent him to infiltrate the Tianxuan Sect. His father's sect, which focused on purging the world of all evil.
Yi gained everyone's trust in Tianxuan, and after a few years, he became the successor to the sect leader. But when the Five Poisons ordered Qin Yi to kill the Tianxuan leader, he refused. He explained that killing the leader now would put a target on his head, and it would ruin any hopes the Five Poisons had for revenge.
Only one person saw through his ruse: Aloe, the Witch of the Five Poisons Sect. She possessed the other holy token: the Soulsummon Flute, which could activate any poison, including Qin Yi's.
But he was already crafting a plan to be free of her and the Five Poisons Sect. He just needed to wait for the martial arts tournament coming up.
Connections
-This Reflection is a retelling of Qin Yi's life. As a child, his name was Jade. Even though his mother was alive, he ran away from home (Pollia Mist Silk) and called himself an orphan. He was betrayed by his friend named Monkey, and after he suffered a night in a dark, enclosed space, he betrayed Monkey in turn and never heard from his friend again (Nostalgic Dream). When Jade grew up, he joined the Qin family as their "long-lost heir," Qin Yi (Mind Maze 3), and he became an expert at manipulating people behind the scenes (Flower in the Mirror). But he always wondered who he truly was, and who he would be if he lived a different life (Out the Phoenix Palace).
-In an alternate universe of this story, Chi Xiaoyu becomes Qin Yi's disciple. We meet her during the hell event and practice sword-riding with her. She even has her own Reflection (Virescent Mountain) where she and her cousin, Chi Xiaolong, try to find the hidden location of the tryouts for the Tianxuan Sect.
-Yueniang designed the other suit that premiered with this event: Red Maiden. The chapters switch between Aloe's story in Grand Obsession and Yueniang's process of designing her. He reveals that the whole event is just an elaborate play.
Fun Facts
-Just like Qin Yi with the glowing butterfly, it's possible that Jade's mother was infected with the Togetherness Poison when she was young and that the two red parasites are a physical symbol of the curse.
-Though the Butterfly Soul Poison was called that because of Qin Yi's "birthmark," butterflies also symbolize a transformation of the soul, among beauty, joy, and other traits. You can learn more here.
-Meridians are a part of traditional Chinese medicine. They are points in the body that chi flows through, and if one of them is blocked or out of balance, it can cause sickness and disease. One can restore them through acupuncture and good health. You can learn more here and here.
-The Grand Obsession event is inspired by wuxia and xianxia, genres of Chinese historical fantasy that centers around martial arts, cultivating chi, and a code of honor. Wuxia focuses more on internal strength in martial arts, whereas xianxia explores cultivating powers and becoming an immortal.
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Increases Score by 38% of Styling Power; when used in the Hairstyle round, additionally increase Score by 45% of Styling Power.
"The first half of my life is a hollow dream. I long for breaking free from this preposterous fate."
Skill Detail: United Vow (dress/top/bottom)
Modeling Skill - Stunning Aura additionally increases Score by 16.7% of your Styling Power.
"Taking a vow of unbending loyalty, they will unite in death."
Skill Detail: Quenched in Lamp Fire (hairstyle)
Modeling Skill - Perfect Hairstyle additionally increases Score by 16.7% of your Styling Power.
"The illusions are burnt away in the fire, revealing the nightmares hidden beneath."
Skill Detail: Melody in the Snow (shoes)
Modeling Skill - Brisk Pace additionally increases Score by 16.7% of your Styling Power.
"The melody sounds faint and distant in the snow. Who will understand the player?'
~Profile~
Qin Yi | Unknown | Male
Height: 179cm | DoB: 11/7
Tianxuan Sect's leader, known as "Immortal Lord of Stream," has a past shrouded in secrecy.
About Design
He dons the billowing clouds like a feathered garment, and the misty mountains like a flowing, gentle gown.
His shoes are rugged peaks and rolling hills, and his adornments, the sparkling stars and glowing moon.
And to his ears, the wind, flowers, snow, moon, spring thunder, and autumn rain form a symphony of the sweetest sound.
As he wanders deep into the mountains and clouds, he fades into his surroundings, becoming one with nature's beauty.
True to Self
As he parted ways with the Five Poisons Sect, he vowed to give his all to seek vengeance for his clan.
When he became the leader of the Tianxuan Sect, he pledged to wield his sword against malevolence, safeguarding the world for the greater good.
Yet to him, oaths are but empty words, be it genuine or not.
The human heart is a fickle thing to understand, and pledges are mere promises spoken to those who chose to believe.
Long ago, he made up his mind to live for himself and himself alone.
The Blessing of Tianxuan
As the old Sect Leader's top disciple, Jade holds a revered position within the sect, and even the elders address him with respect as "senior."
Though Jade had anticipated resentment from his peers, the elders' reactions proved quite the opposite.
"Wonderful news! With our senior at the helm, we needn't concern ourselves with any troubles that may arise!"
Word has it that the old Sect Leader once exclaimed in admiration, "Tianxuan Sect is truly blessed to have a disciple like Jade..."
About Teaching
"You really think you had the answer all figured out, but oh surprise! You managed to find a way to screw it up. Go back and hit the books with the 'Pure Scripture.'"
"The key to sword fighting is in the art of being light on your feet. But you're as graceful as a lumberjack. Here's a chance to improve. Go chop some wood for the old man in the kitchen, and I'll be the judge of your progress tomorrow."
"Your music is amazing, a true masterpiece that nobody's ever heard before. But it's also too much for the common ear to handle. Sorry, no encore for you."
...
The Sect Leader is the talk of the town, yet hardly anyone shows up for his class. The truth behind is known only to those who have been in those seats.
Misty Mountains
The Sect Leader's dwelling is perched atop a desolate peak.
He sets down his tome and steps outside, greeted by a rolling sea of clouds and sweeping vistas of rugged terrain, stretching to infinity.
With a wave of his hand, he could command the weather as he pleased.
This is the life he fought for, trading his dignity and risking it all for a chance to live and to explore a world of adventure.
About Aloe
Just because they share the same title as "poison testers" doesn't mean they see eye to eye.
From the start, their paths diverged.
They aren't exactly foes, but neither are they friends.
In the humble and fleeting life of a "poison tester," they both know that they must live for themselves and themselves alone.
The Unsettled Game
Whenever the Five Poisons Sect's elders come to find Qin Yi, they do so with arrogance and a domineering attitude.
But to Qin Yi, they are nothing more than old fools with an empty bark.
The Five Poisons Sect, driven by their bitter resentment from being expelled, seek to revenge on the righteous path.
But the butterfly they set from their cage has already spread its wings and seen the wider world beyond.
When the winds of change blow, who will be the mastermind? Who will be the pawn?
Everything remains uncertain.
Reality and Illusion
The sweet whispers and alluring words of his mother, the anguished questioning and curses of his comrades: which is reality, and which is the devil's trick?
The sword is as sharp as ice, severing both truth and illusion from his past.
He opens his eyes, with a clear gaze.
Having come this far, he will not allow anyone or anything to hold him back.
~Pieces~
Original Suit
Hairstyle: Hoarfrost Crown
The top layer of this hairstyle is tucked into a silver crown while the rest flows down like an elegant cascade.
Dress: Cloud-Water Visitor
With each slight movement, this garment with patterns of mist and mountains ripples like a misty lake.
Coat: Flowing Sleeves
As ethereal as mist and pure as light, these sleeves flutter like a cloud in the breeze.
Hair Ornament: Frozen Dewdrop
The silver pendant hangs in the hair like rising smoke while a piece of cinnabar decorates the forehead.
Headwear: Mystic Cloud
The ethereal-looking silk sways, resembling the shadows of flowers in misty rain.
Handheld (both hands): Rippling Springs
An ethereal zither with a jade-white body. Even the clouds want to hear its pleasant melodies.
Shoes: Effortless Steps
With pearl anklets, silver accessories, and cloud-patterned silk, the wearer resembles a lunar fairy.
Others: Cloudy Peaks
A light shadow surrounds the neck like a thin cloud rising from a mountain.
Ornament: Ethereal Bamboo
Among the startled butterflies, a lunar fairy appears in the bamboo forest.
Necklace: Tinkling Pearls
Stringed pearls embellished with jade sway in the wind, tinkling like a flowing stream.
Lips: Quaint Red
With a tint of rouge, the lips resemble cherries.
Contact Lens: Sky Sage
The forest wind blows along the autumn river, transporting my desires into the distance.
Foundation: Spring Flush
Is it the wine or the fallen petals that caused the cheeks to blush pink?
Eyelashes: Taking Wing
When the feather-like eyelashes quiver like butterflies' wings, the light reflects off like snow.
Eyebrows: Willow Brow
When the night falls, the moon rests on the celadon mountain that rises high onto the clouds.
Awakened Suit
Hairstyle: Willow Crown
He inherited the sword from his old master and tightly gripped his master's token. He finally has control over his fate.
Dress: Springtime Caller
Struck by poison and the heart demon... Fate seems to mock his weak body, but he will never give up.
Coat: Sage Sleeves
He told others not to disturb him because he didn't want his origin to be exposed. But now, he's found joy in serenity.
Hair Ornament: Drooping Willow
Jade's mother poisoned his father with parasites in a jar, but she knows that those who use parasites will also suffer.
Headwear: Viridian Cloud
With butterfly-shaped parasite marks around the eyes hidden by droopy silk, there's no turning back for Jade.
Handheld (both hands): Spruce Strings
Whenever the zither is played on top of a mountain, the air will be filled with sad melodies.
Shoes: Leisurely Steps
Under the chief's orders, Jade traveled to the Tianxuan Sect alone. Along the way, Jade walked the path of "Qin Yi."
Others: Spring Haze
The heart demon in front of him looks exactly like him, but he knows that it isn't him.
Ornament: Shimmering Bamboo
Butterfly Soul Poison leaves a bizarre pattern around his eyes, turning him into a butterfly of the Five Poisons Sect.
Necklace: Glittering Pearls
Despite the apprentices' admiration, the melody of the Soulsummon Flute keeps reminding Jade of his manipulated fate.
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From here on, all the descriptions are the same.
~Audio~
Summon
"I'm insignificant, like a speck of dust drifting along destiny. I once prayed to the gods for guidance, but ultimately received none."
Truth
"If one day you were to understand everything about me, would you still call me Master like you do now?"
Wound
The sword is so sharp that it will not leave a wound... There's no need to be afraid. It won't hurt.
Martial Arts Tournament
"How are your preparations for the martial arts tournament tomorrow? If you win, you can learn the next move. If you lose, don't ever call yourself a disciple of the Sky Peak."
Cultivation
"If you encounter a strong enemy, you just have to use Clear Sound Technique 36th Style, followed by Flying Feather Technique 28th Style, and the Nine-Void Sword..."
Sword Riding
"I heard you're learning how to ride on a flying sword and can already get five feet off the ground. Well, go get me some herbs from the Thousand-Feet Peak."
Realm
"It's too early for you to peek into the hearts of people. Don't be overly ambitious!"
Meet
"Life and death is nothing but an instant... But for me, I would like to get out of such a fate."
Awaken
"If a knife suddenly stabs its owner, whose fault is it then?"
Skill Upgrade
"If you have experienced a hundred insects eating away at your heart, then such an injury is nothing."
Designer's Reflection Ascending 2
"You want to know who Jade is? I can tell you, but are you really sure about this?"
5-Star Rank Up
"It's that time of the year again when the snow covers up the mountains. The many things hidden by it will never see the light of day."
4-Star Rank Up
"It's not hard to gain one's trust. You just have to be the person they think you are."
3-Star Rank Up
"Why are you still not in bed at this hour? The mountain curfew is in effect. Don't go out at night again."
2-Star Rank Up
"Pinning your hopes on the pity and sympathy of others is the most foolish thing one can do."
Designer's Reflection Ascending 1
"After I graded your coursework yesterday, I feel inspired even just by looking at beasts and herbs. I guess that's how you do good in the world."
Select
"Everyone has something they want to hide. Who could possibly show their true self to others?"
??: How does it feel to have come so far, only to be trapped in the grip of another?
Narrator: At some point, a glowing blue butterfly alights on my shoulder.
??: Why not kill him? Kill those who want to control you... You don't have to wait for long. You can set yourself free immediately.
Narrator: As I raise my head, the Elder, who should have left in triumph, reappears before me.
Narrator: He stands with his back turned, completely unguarded against a possible sneak attack from behind.
??: Now that you're the rightful head of a good sect, are you still afraid of the Five Poisons Sect and the Butterfly Soul Poison?
Narrator: A soft and low voice suddenly rings out, as if it's a murmured dream or someone whispering into my ear from over my shoulder.
Narrator: I watch as the Elder's movements slow down, my hand hovering over my sword's hilt. The cold blade waits to be unsheathed.
??: Yes... Kill him, and then no one will be able to control you.
Narrator: A sense of urgency grips the voice as a pale, jade-like hand extends out of nowhere.
Narrator: My fingers intertwine with the cold fingers of this mysterious hand, and the sword at my waist quivers with anticipation as it's slowly drawn out of its sheath.
??: Let me help you...
Narrator: The hushed voice grows stronger as I hesitate, and I feel a weight on my back as if someone is embracing me from behind.
Narrator: The sword slowly slides out of its sheath. In front of me, the Elder stands defenseless and vulnerable.
??: That's right... Go, kill him...
Narrator: The harsh arc of light reflected from the blade of the sword catches the moonlight.
Narrator: But the sword is not aimed at the Elder in front of me. Instead, it's pointed behind me.
Qin Yi: You finally make a move.
Narrator: The figure deftly dodges the sword, leaving a soft sigh.
Narrator: I turn around and see another me.
"Qin Yi": Why didn't you kill him?
Qin Yi: The past cannot be changed, and if I do kill him now, I may never wake up again.
"Qin Yi": Your desire for revenge is real. I'm here to help you make up for your regrets. But you want to kill me?
Qin Yi: Stop lecturing me. You're nothing but my heart demon.
Narrator: My heart demon, with a face identical to mine, nods softly in agreement.
Heart Demon: Since you know who I am, why don't you stay?
Heart Demon: I'll create a flawless mirage for you, free from the torment of poisons and the constant fear of exposure...
Narrator: The carefully disguised smile of the heart demon freezes on his face as the silvery sword light penetrates his chest.
Narrator: No blood is shed, only tiny cracks stretch from the wound. His form scatters in all directions, turning into countless glowing blue butterflies.
Qin Yi: (cough)
Narrator: I cough out a mouthful of blood and open my eyes, breaking free from the mirage. Smoke from the Mind Blend Incense I lit before meditating wafts around me.
Narrator: But looking at the incense stick, I realize that not even a single one had burned out as I had a reflection of the past decades.
Qin Yi: The Butterfly Soul Poison's backlash is worsening...
Choose "Was everything just now a mirage?"
You: Was everything I just experienced nothing but a mirage?
Narrator: Realizing the Butterfly Soul Poison's backlash, I come to the understanding that the whole experience was a mirage crafted by my heart demon.
Narrator: It exploited my memories and manipulated me into a false reality, taking advantage of my weakened state.
You: Fortunately, it didn't get to you this time.
Narrator: These things can't get to me, no matter how many times they happen.
Narrator: The demons stir up emotions, relying on memories of pain, despair, and struggle. But those events are in the past now.
Narrator: Now, I don't answer to anyone, and nothing can hold me back from doing what I want to do.
You: What are you... going to do?
Narrator: Don't worry. It's going to start soon.
Narrator: It's been three years now since I've taken over as the Leader of the Tianxuan Sect, and the next Martial Arts Tournament is just around the corner.
Narrator: This tournament is crucial not only to the revenge of the Five Poisons Sect but also to me personally...
Narrator: Rolling misty clouds drift through the mountains as sunlight casts a golden halo upon them.
Young Man: Seeing the golden light on the clouds is a rare and amazing sight in Tianxuan. Looks like today is going to be a really good day.
Narrator: I turn around and greet the young man who has just come up behind me.
Young Man: Very nice, Senior! In this Sect Leader's costume, you do have a powerful and commanding presence.
Qin Yi: Master Shen, you're older than me, so you don't have to address me as "Senior."
Young Man: You're the Sect Leader's personal disciple, so I've got to call you Senior, and from today on, I'll address you with respect as the Acting Sect Leader.
Young Man: Come on! The succession ceremony is about to begin.
Narrator: It has only been a few years since I joined the Tianxuan Sect.
Narrator: Thanks to the Butterfly Soul Poison, my cultivation speed surpasses that of ordinary disciples.
Narrator: Despite the old Sect Leader's wish to bestow upon me his title, I lack seniority, thus assuming the role of Acting Sect Leader instead.
Narrator: Ascending the altar, I'm greeted by a tidal wave of congratulations from those off the altar.
Narrator: Sporting a smile, the old Sect Leader holds out the Tianxuan Sect's token, waiting for me to receive it.
Old Sect Leader: This sword, belonging to the Tianxuan Sect, will be passed down to you today.
Qin Yi: I will do my utmost to live up to your trust, Master.
Old Sect Leader: On this day, as an auspicious golden light shines down, there is a unanimous desire for you to assume this position. This is a fortunate occurrence.
Narrator: Respectfully, I accept the sword, and as I look down at it, admiration and awe emanate from the disciples off the altar.
Narrator: An orphan from a distinguished clan with exceptional talent, a Senior of high moral character, and a composed and dependable Acting Sect Leader... I see myself as they do, or rather, as they wish to perceive me.
Qin Yi: From today onwards, I, Qin Yi, assume the position of Leader of the Tianxuan Sect.
Qin Yi: I take this token as a pledge and this sword as a testament to my commitment.
Narrator: Suddenly, I'm entranced for a moment and catch sight of several men dressed in Five Poisons Sect garb darting through the crowd.
Narrator: The clamor of the crowd recedes, replaced by the lilting sound of a flute.
You: What's going on?
Narrator: I recognize it as the tune of the Five Poisons Sect's Poison Flute.
Narrator: Familiar pain courses through my limbs and the butterfly-shaped mark in the corners of my eyes burn faintly.
Narrator: Noticing my stumble, the old Sect Leader regards me with concern. I bow to him slightly from an arm's length away.
Narrator: To an onlooker, this only appears to be a disciple's greeting to a retiring old master.
Qin Yi: Tianxuan is entrusted with the responsibility of killing evil and upholding peace with this sword. We shall pursue this noble cause and never falter on our vows.
Narrator: The old Sect Leader smiles faintly, casting a grateful glance toward the jubilant crowd off the altar.
Narrator: Suppressing the bitter taste in my throat, I follow him up with my sword, and the muffled sound of the flute soon fades away.
Narrator: Glancing back at the crowd, I see no sign of the Five Poisons Sect members.
Choose either "Why did the poison strike?" or "So the Five Poisons Sect is behind this?"
If "strike," ...
You: Why does the poison strike now?
Narrator: No worries. The Five Poisons Sect did it deliberately. They had previously asked me to kill the old master and take his place, but I refused. They came to warn me.
If "behind," ...
You: So, the Five Poisons Sect is behind this?
Narrator: They had previously asked me to kill the old master and take his place, but I refused. Now, by triggering the poison at this time, they were sending me a warning.
--
Narrator: By the time I return to Sky Peak after the ceremony, night has already fallen.
Narrator: Once I survey the rustling bamboo and the stone below, I come to a halt and dismiss the disciples who are with me.
Narrator: I enter the room and find the Elder of the Five Poisons Sect seated in the place of honor. Beside him, a girl looks bored and idly twirls a jade flute.
Narrator: She's Aloe, the Witch of the Five Poisons Sect. In her hand, she holds the Soulsummon Flute, another holy relic of the sect.
Narrator: The Butterfly Soul Poison manipulates hearts, while the Soulsummon Flute controls all poisons.
Elder: Does a butterfly, once freed from its cage, believe its fragile wings can carry it over ten thousand treacherous peaks?
Qin Yi: I don't think so, Elder.
Narrator: With utmost respect, I bend down, my long sleeves of the pure white Leader's garment trailing onto the ground, gathering dust along the way.
Elder: Why is the old man still alive?
Qin Yi: Revering my Master, I hesitate to make sudden moves that might startle the Tianxuan Sect, and that in turn would hinder Chief's plans again.
Elder: The old man trusts you, Qin Yi. But tell me, are you hesitant to harm him because you've grown attached to him?
Narrator: I raise my head, granting the Elder a respectful glance, my eyes briefly skimming over the flute. With a deep bow, I lower my head once again.
Qin Yi: With the old master's retreat into seclusion, my role as the Acting Leader places me in a position no different from the actual Leader.
Qin Yi: If Chief's still worried, here's an idea. The old master won't make a breakthrough and meet a violent end six months from now.
Elder: You've put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?
Narrator: The Elder notices my fear of the flute and flashes a disdainful smile, gesturing for me to stand up.
Elder: Today's punishment is but a minor affliction. Remember, the outbreak of your poison is far more severe.
Qin Yi: Yes.
Elder: Did you really spare the old master's life out of loyalty to the Five Poisons Sect?
Qin Yi: I hold power now, but the old master's prestige still towers over mine. As long as he's alive, the Five Poisons Sect will continue to tremble with fear.
Qin Yi: To kill him would be to invite my own downfall.
Narrator: The Elder seems content with my compliance and pats my shoulder, once again assuming a kind expression.
Elder: As you're well-behaved, I won't hold this against you. Chief has bestowed a great responsibility upon you, and as long as you remain obedient, you may carry on...
Narrator: Aloe snorts and bursts into laughter, prompting a fierce glare from the assuming Elder.
Narrator: The girl shrugs her shoulders, still toying with the tassels on her jade flute.
Aloe: We've been out for ages, and my stomach's rumbling. When can we eat?
Elder: All you care about is food, drink, and having fun, with little consideration for the common good!
Aloe: I'm starving, okay?
Elder: You!
Narrator: As Aloe interrupts, the Elder has no choice but to stand up. He looks annoyed.
You: Why did she interrupt the Elder?
Narrator: That's so typical of her.
You: Do you know her well?
Narrator: The Witch of the Five Poisons Sect holds a high rank and occasionally pays impromptu visits to the Tianxuan Sect, conveying messages on behalf of the Chief.
Elder: Remember, Qin Yi, even as you rise in power in the Tianxuan Sect, you are still influenced by the Butterfly Soul Poison and can't escape the grip of the parasites.
Qin Yi: Yes.
You: So, the Butterfly Soul Poison packs a real punch, doesn't it?
Narrator: While the Butterfly Soul Poison can enhance the host's cultivation, forcibly expanding the meridians contradicts natural law and could easily backfire.
Narrator: I'm afraid that if I continue to rely on the Butterfly Soul Poison, my meridians will eventually shatter and kill me.
You: This is dreadful! How is it possible that the Elder failed to mention this at all?
Narrator: To them, I'm nothing more than a pawn, and as long as I help them take revenge, my life holds no value to them.
Narrator: I lower my head and escort the Elder out the door.
Narrator: A faint cloud has shrouded the moon outside the window, casting the unlit room into darkness and gloom.
Qin Yi: It's dirty here.
Narrator: I stand tall and cast a spell, causing a breeze to lift within the room.
Narrator: The wind sweeps away the dust brought in by the guests on the ground but leaves a dull gray stain on my dusty sleeve.
Narrator: Out of nowhere, a splash of cold water hits my face, jolting me awake.
Jade: Ouch...
Narrator: No response comes, and I curl up tightly, breathing heavily, my nails digging deep into my flesh.
Narrator: A faint tingling sensation crawls over my skin. It's the poisonous parasite.
Narrator: The cold sweat is clinging to my ears, neck, and chest. My clothes are soaked, and the touch of the parasite's body is unmistakable.
Narrator: The potent parasite poison and medicinal poison tug and twist inside me, as though a rusty knife carves at my heart.
Choose either "Where am I?" or "Are you okay?"
If "me," ...
You: Where are you, and how did you end up in this terrible place?
Narrator: This is the Refining Chamber of the Five Poisons Sect. After Mother died, a few people who claimed to be her kin took me here.
Narrator: Mother belonged to this sect but later rebelled. As her child, I've become a tester for the sect, fed potent corrosive agents to refine poisons.
If "you," ...
You: What's wrong? Who is torturing you?
Narrator: The Five Poisons Sect uses living individuals to make poisons, and I'm their poison tester.
Narrator: A poison tester is administered a potent poison and dumped into the Refining Chamber.
Narrator: Failure results in becoming sustenance for parasites, while success restarts the cycle until the parasites are fully refined.
You: That's cruel!
Narrator: Mother rebelled against the Five Poisons Sect. As her child, I have little hope for kind treatment or mercy.
--
Narrator: I'm not the only poison tester in the Refining Chamber, but in the silence of the stone room, all I can hear is my own labored breathing.
Narrator: This time, the poison attack is stronger than ever before, and I fear the others in the chamber may have succumbed to its deadly power.
Narrator: A fresh wave of pain sweeps over me. I grunt, struggling to clear my foggy mind.
Narrator: The witch I saw at the sanctuary mentioned that the Five Poisons Sect is concocting a new special poison this time.
Narrator: If I can hold out until dawn, perhaps I'll have a chance to...
Poison Tester: (cough) Is anyone there...
Narrator: In the dimly-lit room, a feeble voice breaks the silence, revealing the presence of another survivor.
Jade: ...Yes.
Poison Tester: Great, I thought I was going to be left... alone again.
Narrator: That man appears to be as lifeless as dead wood, and I fear that I'm no different.
Poison Tester: How old are you, kiddo?
Jade: ...Twelve.
Poison Tester: Ha, I'm thirteen, one year older than you... (cough)
Narrator: He attempts to laugh, but only manages to cough out disgusting air sounds. Despite being in pain, he finds comfort in having company and continues to laugh.
Poison Tester: Other samples... and my sister... are all dead...
Poison Tester: Dead, all dead... only me now... Only I (cough) I survived.
Narrator: He's grieving and lamenting to himself. My focus, however, is on when daylight will arrive, rather than on his life story.
Narrator: No, daylight will never come as long as both of you are alive.
Narrator: I close my eyes in the darkness.
Jade: My parents died, too, in the same coffin.
Poison Tester: Oh my, I'm sorry. But at least, we...
Narrator: I swallow a mouthful of bitter blood and let out a soft, pained laugh, not allowing him to finish.
Jade: If I had known this was going to happen, I would have died with them, too.
Narrator: I hear my own voice, sad and distant, as though it belongs to someone else.
Jade: It hurts so much. Am I... going to die, too?
Poison Tester: No, we will... we will survive...
Narrator: His feigned firmness is fragile. I can tell that he's not convincing himself, let alone me.
Jade: Survive? Like this? Taking one poison after another, enduring endless suffering every night...
Jade: I envy those who have passed away already. They're so lucky to no longer be at the mercy of those people and free from suffering...
Narrator: As I finish my sentence, my voice fades into a whisper, but I know he hears me.
Narrator: He stays silent for what seems like an eternity, but then suddenly gasps violently. He struggles and lets out a low, incomprehensible whimper.
Poison Tester: Dad, Mom... Sis...
Narrator: I curl up and ignore his weak, last murmurs. His breaths grow increasingly shallow and strained until they're no more than a faint rasp of air escaping his lips.
Narrator: After a while, I hear rustling clothing and the buzzing and vibration of wings, followed by the sickening thud of a blunt object being driven into his body.
Narrator: The last remaining breath that doesn't belong to me in the Refining Chamber slowly dissipates.
Narrator: I'm jolted awake by a deafening crash as the heavy chains fall and the door to the stone chamber is thrown open with great force from the outside.
Narrator: Blinding sunlight streams into the chamber, jolting me out of my daze... Is it morning already?
Guard: Elder, they're all dead.
Elder: Another failure? Useless losers!
Narrator: Someone zooms by me, totally occupied with hauling the bodies. I quickly wiggle my fingers and snag the corner of the blood-soaked robe.
Guard: ...Ah! This one is still alive!
Elder: Go tell Chief that we've nailed down the Butterfly Soul Poison for real this time!
Narrator: More people pour in, and the dark chamber echoes with countless noisy conversations.
Narrator: I lie quietly on the floor and cast my gaze towards the cavernous stone door. The clear blue sky is as bright as glass, etched in my mind's eye.
Narrator: I'm not being sent back to the quarter with the poison testers. Instead, someone throws me a new set of clothes and urges me to change into them.
Narrator: By the dim light, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Narrator: My excessively pale face makes me look like a corpse, and only then do I notice a mark in the corner of my eye.
Narrator: It's in the shape of a butterfly, dark and unsettling.
Narrator: I'm led to the sanctuary, where the old Chief sits at the corner.
Elder: Chief, the Butterfly Soul Poison has found a host!
Narrator: Chief looks at me from above, his cold gaze fixing on the corners of my eyes.
Chief: That's the Butterfly Soul Poison, no doubt. You did great! Finally, Five Poisons Sect can avenge our century-old blood feud with those so-called righteous folks!
Choose either "Butterfly Soul Poison?" or "Revenge?"
If "poison," ...
You: What is the Butterfly Soul Poison?
Narrator: The Butterfly Soul Poison is one of the Five Poisons Sect's two holy relics.
Narrator: Mastery of this poison enables one to manipulate minds using spiritual butterflies and grants unique cultivation talents beyond those of normal people.
Narrator: But it's insanely poisonous, so the Five Poisons Sect has been on the hunt for a perfect host for it.
If "revenge," ...
You: Why does the Five Poisons Sect want to get back at the righteous?
Narrator: Years ago, the major sects laid siege to the Five Poisons Sect, which has been waiting for a chance to get revenge.
Narrator: The key ingredient in their plan is the Butterfly Soul Poison, which uses spirit butterflies to control minds.
Narrator: The Five Poisons Sect is in search of a host that can handle the deadly effects of this poison and be a perfect vessel for it.
--
Chief: From this moment on, your name will be Qin Yi, and you're the only son of the Qin family.
Chief: Your parents, who were disciples of the Tianxuan Sect, had an accident on the road and passed away.
Chief: However, before they died, they arranged for someone to bring you back to Tianxuan.
Jade: Yes, my name is... Qin Yi.
Elder: Congrats, Chief! The century-long disgrace that our Five Poisons Sect has endured will be avenged with blood!
Everyone: Blood for blood! Blood for blood!
Narrator: The sect members' shouts echo noisily in the sanctuary, and I stand there silently, head hung low.
Narrator: Chief walks through the frenzied crowd, tracing his old, thin fingers over the poison mark at the corners of my eyes. I clench and unclench my hand under my robe as I lift my face without flinching.
Chief: Behold, the holy poison is born. It's going to take some time for you to master it. So, from now on, I'm going to be personally training you.
Narrator: I leave the sanctuary late at night, walking alone with a lamp.
Narrator: Within the span of a single day, I've acquired a new name, identity, and a place to call my own.
Narrator: The freezing night breeze sends chills down my fingertips as I lift my head and realize that I have ended up at the entrance of the Refining Chamber once again.
Narrator: It seems like it will take me a while to get used to it.
Narrator: I look towards the closed stone room at the end of the road and think of another man, who had also survived the Butterfly Soul Poison.
Narrator: Unfortunately, he killed himself before dawn, and no one will ever know that I'm not the only one who can possess the poison.
Narrator: As I look towards the heavy stone door, a glowing blue suddenly appears at the edge of my vision.
Narrator: Out of nowhere, a butterfly emerges and leisurely lands on the tightly twisted chains of the chamber door.
Narrator: With a resounding clatter, the iron lock gives way, and the tightly wound chain slithers to the ground, opening a pitch-black void in the entrance to the chamber.
Narrator: Out of the doorway blows a damp, smelly wind, and from the darkness, a hand stained with blood reaches out and clutches my ankle.
Poison Tester: Jade, why did you lie to me? Why did you tell me to die?
Poison Tester: You knew about the holy poison all along, didn't you... You did it on purpose!
Qin Yi: Get off me!
Narrator: I try to kick the hand away, but my body refuses to move, as if I'm trapped.
Poison Tester: Why? Why did you want me to die?! Why did you get to live?!
Poison Tester: You should die, too! Yes, you should!
Narrator: More bloodstained arms reach out from behind the door and cling to my body, trying to drag me back into the cold stone room.
Qin Yi: No matter what I said, it's you who made the choice.
Narrator: I release the lantern from my grip, and its weak flame drips like molten grease, igniting a conflagration that engulfs the entire chamber.
Narrator: As the pale hands retreat into the door, the crimson flames engulf the bodies in the chamber. The raging inferno devours the parasites and blood there.
Narrator: Amidst the flickering firelight, I glimpse a blood-soaked figure in the corner of the chamber. It's me, huddled and gasping in despair.
Narrator: No, that's not me, but Jade, and the flames soon consume him, too.
Qin Yi: Those easily swayed by words only perpetuate their own torment.
Qin Yi: My will to survive remains unbroken, even if I can only draw my last breath.
Narrator: As I turn away, the world around me crumbles and falls into a fiery abyss.
Choose "Is this your heart demon, too?"
You: Is this your heart demon, too?
Narrator: What is it?
You: That poison tester... Did you let him die on purpose?
Narrator: To foster parasites, a hundred must be sacrificed to save one. It's a fight to the bitter end, with killing as the only option.
Narrator: The Five Poisons Sect is known for its expertise in breeding parasites. Even if only two samples survive, they use all means necessary to determine the ultimate survivor.
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Narrator: Before me, a man and a woman are arguing.
Father: Quit it! I'm not leaving Tianxuan!
Narrator: The man has lost his senses and overturns the tea table. The crunching sound of the porcelain hitting the floor explodes in the room.
Jade: Ah...
Narrator: The small fragments cut into my calf, leaving a bleeding wound, and I have to press myself harder against the wall.
Mom: The clan is already on our trail, and you're drawing too much attention...
Father: I'm drawing too much attention?! The head of the clan has put a lot of trust in me, so I suggest you mind your own business!
Narrator: Bang!
Narrator: Father slams the door heavily, leaving Mother sitting at the table with her expression hidden in the shadows cast by the dim candlelight.
Narrator: After a long while, she rises and retrieves a small cup from a locked box at the foot of the bed, caressing it in silence.
Narrator: Her face reverts to the one I know so well, her stunning features always tinted with sadness and melancholy.
Jade: Mom...
Narrator: I call to her in a whisper, and she seems to awaken from her reverie, hastily catching the hairpin that nearly falls as she extends her hand to me.
Mom: Jade, come.
Narrator: Mother holds me in her lap and unveils the lid of the small cup in front of me.
Mom: Jade, look, this is Togetherness Poison. It's said to be of one heart and one mind until death do them part.
Narrator: Inside the cup are two small parasites, red as blood, wriggling and contorting in a rather unsettling manner.
Narrator: My leg wound throbs, and the blood trickling down the back of my foot tingles slightly.
Narrator: Mother's hug is so tight that she doesn't notice I'm injured until later.
Narrator: The day I hear the name Togetherness Poison again is the day Father's coffin is brought in.
Narrator: The usually quiet small yard is filled with people. I'm surprised to learn that Father had so many friends.
Friend: He had always been in good health, but somehow he had a sudden attack on the road, and we thought...
Mom: You all get out.
Narrator: Mother suddenly speaks up, interrupting the man's ramblings, her voice calm and steady.
Narrator: One by one, people go out. Only a solitary coffin is left in the house.
Narrator: I reach for Mother's hand, but only manage to grasp a corner of her pale sleeve.
Narrator: The coarse fabric slips through my fingers as she steps forward and pushes open the coffin.
Jade: What are you doing, Mom?
Narrator: I don't hear her answer, but I hear a harsh wind, intermittent, whimpering and hovering.
Narrator: It turns out to be Mother laughing. Her head hangs low and her eerie, miserable laughter reaches my ears like a mournful night wind.
Mom: Hahahahaha, of one heart and one mind until death do them part... The Togetherness Poison ensures that if one betrays the other, both will perish.
Mom: I knew this day would come... This is good. At least we die together!
Narrator: Mother's gaze meets mine, and I find myself retreating two steps, unable to hold her stare.
Jade: Mom, what's wrong with you...
Mom: ...Jade, don't be afraid.
Narrator: Mother's face has twisted into an unrecognizable mask, fraught with poignant despair. She casts a fleeting glance over me, without stopping her gaze.
Narrator: I remain frozen in place, my eyes wide open, as I watch her lean over my father's coffin.
Jade: Mom!
Narrator: I shout and lunge forward, but it's already too late. In the pitch-black casket, Mother enfolds Father, both still and quiet.
Narrator: Mother's slender arms are wrapped tightly around Father's neck. Her arms bear a trail of dripping blood, and so does Father's neck.
Narrator: What's going on? What's wrong?
Narrator: In the commotion, many people rush in, some screaming in terror, others keeping me away from the coffin.
Narrator: I struggle to catch even a glimpse of Mother, but the crowd pushes me back until I'm squeezed into a corner.
Narrator: As I stand there in a stupor, a blue butterfly comes out of nowhere and settles onto Father's coffin.
Narrator: The shifting figures around me gradually fade into obscurity, leaving only the butterfly's tiny body to loom immeasurably large before my eyes.
??: How pathetic.
Jade: Who's talking?!
??: What's the point of life when no one cares about you?
??: You're left high and dry, all alone, with nobody to rely on.
Narrator: The butterfly beats its wings slowly, and the black cavernous eyes on its glowing blue feathers reflect my myriad of confusions.
??: If no one in this world loves you anymore, why not follow your parents?
Narrator: In the dim, murky light, I catch a glimpse of Mother leaning over the coffin, her hand outstretched towards me.
Mom: Jade, come to me.
Mom: Come with me. Let's go see your Dad.
Narrator: She says as she smiles at me gently. It's been a long time since I've seen her smile like that, so I take a few steps towards her.
??: Come on. Go ahead.
Narrator: I take her hand, wincing at the cold temperature, but at the same time feeling the strength coming from her grip grow stronger.
Mom: Where are you going?
Narrator: Suddenly, Mother's voice rises. I look down and notice a stinging red mark, in the color of blood, coiled around her thin wrist beneath her sleeve.
Narrator: Then I remember... she's dead.
Narrator: At some point, a thick black fog envelops the silent small yard. Behind Mother, the open coffin looks like a monster about to devour someone.
Narrator: Chills run down my spine, and I instinctively pull my hand away, take a few steps back, and then turn and run outside.
Narrator: As I run away, the frail butterfly lightly raises its wings as if it's coming with me.
Narrator: I keep running without looking back until a bright light floods me from above, and the sound of something collapsing echoes behind me.
You: Is this really your memory? Why is it so strange...
Narrator: It's my heart demon.
Choose either "What is a heart demon?" or "Why do you have a heart demon in the first place?"
If "what," ...
You: What is a heart demon?
Narrator: It's my weakness, pulling me back into the pain and struggle of the past. Without a strong heart, the demon will take advantage of the situation and manipulate my mind.
If "why," ...
You: Why do you have a heart demon in the first place?
Narrator: Everybody has it. It emerges from our memories, from our pain and struggle. When our hearts tremble, it awakens and preys upon our minds, manipulating them to its will.
We all know Qin Yi's life from childhood to adult, but Cloud-Water Visitor is a retelling (from none other than Yueniang) set in a Wuxia-style world. Let's go see the play!
For anyone else still up for adventure, we're travelling to Wasteland in two weeks. The TV partners of Miraland Geographic are going on vacation... but one of them is struggling to unwind. She's just like her sister, after all: stubborn and rigid to a fault.
