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Between Moons and Swords
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Ongoing, First published Jul 13, 2025
One hundred years ago, the young cultivator Lian died tragically, leaving his master and beloved, Li Shimin, trapped in a silent blood pact. Since then, Shimin became the most feared and respected master in the Qianlan Kingdom, leader of the legendary Black Lotus Sect, hiding his pain under the mask of perfection. In the modern world, Haoyu, a melancholic boy from Shanghai, begins to have dreams of a floating temple, a magical war, and golden eyes searching for him in the mist. Unbeknownst to him, Haoyu is the reincarnation of Lian, called to cross between worlds to face a destiny he did not choose. But in Qianlan, nothing is that simple. The memories of his past life slowly awaken, while an ancient dark force that caused his previous death resurfaces with a hunger for revenge. Surrounded by disavowing disciples, strained alliances, and soul-searching secrets, Haoyu must decide: Will he be a mere echo of the past... or the power that will shape the fate of the world?
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辰光醒龙息, 莲影抱朝阳。 龙吟惊花泪, 时对两无常。 At dawn, the dragon wakes with breath of fire, The lotus leans open to embrace the sun. The dragon's song startles the flower to tears, Two hours opposed, both fleeting, both undone. In the most decadent brothel of the empire, amid lanterns dripping crimson and incense thick as honey, a boy is unveiled. His name is Lian Hua. A lotus plucked from the mud, flawless and untouched, offered like treasure before wolves. The Dragon General, Shen Qiang, claims him with silver and blood. From that night forward, the Lotus belongs to the Dragon. Prophecy whispers: "When the Lotus serves at the Dragon's Hour, empires will fall to their knees." Dragged from silken chambers to burning deserts, from jeweled courts to gardens of chains, the Lotus learns that beauty is both cage and weapon. The Dragon believes he has found a talisman. The Lotus wonders if he has found a curse. And between them, hour by hour, silk by silk, a fate is spun that no one can escape.