My sister is Luna

Once upon a time, there lived a craftsman couple on the banks of a great river. They were childhood sweethearts and depended on each other for survival. The husband had no other skills but was obsessed with sword making, and his wife supported him and loved him without complaint.

The husband loved his wife just as much and felt guilty for not being able to give her a better life. He only knew how to forge swords, so he decided to make a name for himself with swords and bring his wife pride and glory.

Soon, her husband mastered superb sword-making skills. His swords were incredibly sharp and had a chilling gleam. They cut through countless masterpieces, and the name Gan Jiang spread throughout Yunmeng Marsh.

But he was a naive and straightforward guy, which naturally aroused the jealousy of his peers.

A conspiracy planned solely for humiliation led him down a completely different path.

Fate had already laid its trap, waiting for the insect to fall into its web.

The birth of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie stemmed from this tragedy.

His conspiracy succeeded, and the sword with the soul made him increasingly obsessed, driving him to madness. He forgot that he originally forged the sword for his wife, and on his path of madness, he drifted further and further away from her.

To avenge his previous humiliation, he learned the secret method of bringing the sword to life from the unexpectedly appearing Donghuang Taiyi. While he was torn between his inner turmoil and his own conscience, his terminally ill wife suddenly jumped into the sword furnace to fulfill his wish.

His body perished, and the sword was forged.

Flesh and blood melted into ancient refined iron, forging the peerless divine sword Moye!

My beloved wife and sword are now one.

At that moment, Gan Jiang seemed to be both crying and laughing, tightly embracing "Mo Xie".

Mo Xie easily severed the Giant Sword, proving himself and surpassing Master Ou Yezi to become the world's most unparalleled swordsmith.

Yet, he felt utterly empty inside, his heart weeping. He had lost something more important than vanity, something he could never regain.

This is a conspiracy!

Seeing the ugly, mocking smiles of those people, Gan Jiang realized what was happening, but it was too late. Master Ou Yezi, whom he considered his lifelong enemy, was already dead. It was all a conspiracy by those so-called "master craftsmen".

Madness, despair, regret... He fell into demonic possession, living only for the sword, yet still wandering aimlessly in the place where he and Mo Xie lived, forging swords day after day, transforming into something inhuman.

A life split in two, a monster with a unique soul.

Gan Jiang and Mo Xie have become one, sharing life and their souls entwined.

Love brought the two together in this way, as if they were forever separated, yet bound together for life.

However, he had fallen into extremes, and Gan Jiang and Mo Xie would ruthlessly drive away anyone who intruded into their world.

And Cain, who arrived today, is the same; he hates everyone and wants to kill them.

Gan Jiang and Mo Xie's attacks were cunning and ruthless; every time the swords came into contact with the demonic armor, they gave him a very direct feeling.

That is—hard!

It is as hard as a stubborn rock that has withstood countless winds and rains and the harsh winter sun.

But his sword was sharper.

Gan Jiang and Mo Xie's eyes gleamed. They discarded the newly forged sword and drew the demonic sword that was stuck in their shoulders. The demonic sword concealed its sharpness and silently exuded a chilling aura.

"Crack——!"

Those thin arms possessed brute strength no less than Cain's. Sparks flew as the sword rubbed against the demonic armor, emitting a piercing screech. Each collision made it even sharper, the edge of the blade as thin as a thread, its faint cold light making one feel as if they had thorns in their back.

The repeated attacks left "lace" marks on the armor, demonstrating the sword's sharpness.

Kain was very surprised. He knew very well how powerful the magic armor was, but now there were sword marks of varying depths on it. The forging technique of this weapon could be said to be unparalleled in the world.

Cain felt a chill run down his spine. He had no weapons and could only use his demonic armor for the most primitive close-quarters combat.

But how could Gan Jiang and Mo Xie let him have his way? They would advance when the enemy retreated and retreat when the enemy advanced, constantly keeping Cain occupied.

"Hey, I mean no harm, I'm just passing by. It would be better for both of us to stop here!"

Cain used his demon-armored fist to deflect Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, and said in a deep voice.

This was his last announcement.

Cain could sense that the guy in front of him was in complete disarray.

Chaos, madness, joy, anger, happiness, hatred, sorrow, love...

Such a chaotic mix of emotions must have been the result of unforgettable and complex experiences.

He said this because he thought there might be room for conversation, or perhaps out of pity for the poor fellow in front of him.

Gan Jiang and Mo Xie ignored him, their demonic swords striking Cain's demonic armor, each friction intensifying the red light in his eyes.

He's using me as a whetstone...

madman!

Cain saw through his intentions.

A fierce glint flashed in Cain's eyes as he focused intently on Gan Jiang and Mo Xie's attack.

Gan Jiang and Mo Xie sensed that the person in front of them had suddenly become agile, dodging his sword attacks one by one, while at the same time emanating a dangerous aura.

Ding--

The demonic sword struck the armored arm, and they remained locked in a stalemate.

A look of doubt flashed in Gan Jiang and Mo Xie's eyes. The texture of the blow they had just received was different from before; there was a hollow feeling inside.

"Empty...!"

Gan Jiang and Mo Xie awoke with a start, staring at the face armor filled with air.

Kain used the demonic armor to deceive Gan Jiang Moye, then took a step forward, flashed behind him, climbed onto his tall body, grabbed his neck, and leaned back.

Gan Jiang and Mo Xie crashed to the ground. Just as he was about to stand up quickly, the demonic armor's claws pressed down on his head.

boom--

Dust and smoke billowed up, and the ground cracked with spiderweb-like patterns.

"Uh-huh...!"

Gan Jiang felt as if his head was being gripped by an immense force, as if it were being torn to pieces, and he felt like he was really going to be crushed!

"Let him go..."

Mo Xie tugged at his demonic armor, his face full of sorrow, but what could a powerless phantom do? It was all in vain.

"Wouldn't it be better to be peaceful? Are you happy with things coming to this point?"

Cain, manipulating his demonic armor, spoke coldly.

To make him more aware and repent, he grabbed Gan Jiang's head even harder, and the pain brought Gan Jiang back to his senses.

"You have love in your heart, but is this what your love is? If you continue to degenerate like this, turning love into evil, are you and your husband prepared to end your lives as wild beasts or be tragically hunted down and die?"

"In the end, they still think this is what love is. It's ridiculous. Is love just about giving in to depravity, not resisting, not pulling yourself together, and not creating a better life for each other?"

"Is this your original intention? To forge swords and kill people, yet you still hold your frail wife in your arms?"

My original intention...!

Gan Jiang was stunned for a moment, then gave up struggling, the red light in his eyes flickering.

Throughout his life, he forged swords for his wife, for fame, for honor, and for himself. His initial motivation was to provide a better life for his wife, which was also the original intention of love.

But such a simple reason has somehow gone astray, just like not valuing things we take for granted, or naturally ignoring things that are clearly important.

"Click - click -"

Cain pulled out the demonic swords from Gan Jiang's body one by one and smashed them, then released him. These demonic swords possessed a bewitching, demonic power.

Mo Xie immediately lunged at Gan Jiang, who embraced her tightly, like lovers embracing.

Only then did Cain feel that he was acting like a human being.

"This is your punishment. From now on, live a good life with your wife. Goodbye."

"Oh dear, this old man has really seen a good show."

Just as Cain was about to leave, a leisurely voice came from behind.

A person wearing a wooden mask walked over.

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(I used the old background for Yunmengze, added some new settings, and I'll give the new heroes some screen time as appropriate.)