Hong Qingchen

"Senior Sister, is this right?"

Starlight blazed brilliantly, blotting out the daylight.

A dazzling, magnificent sea of stars, dreamlike in its splendor, enveloped the entire cave abode, the myriad stars flickering in and out.

At the very center of that flashing star-sea domain stood a little girl of seven or eight, her hair tied in a ponytail. Delicately sculpted as if from pink jade, her features were exquisite, her skin fair and tender, and her large, limpid eyes shone as clearly as crystal.

Beneath the starlight, her soft skin seemed so translucent it was almost transparent, giving her an unworldly, carefree air—clear without needing to settle, untouched by the dust of the world.

Hong Qingchen.

The daughter of Hong Sovereign and Chen Huan, she had just turned six this year.

At that moment, she held aloft a strange longsword taller than she was, its blade resembling a streak of shifting arc-light.

Her eyes brimming with anticipation, she looked at Chi Jiuyu, who stood before the cave abode with a watering can in hand, pouring spiritual liquid over the Mystic Candle Fruit tree.

"Mm, very good."

Chi Jiuyu set the watering can on a wooden rack beside her and calmly looked at Hong Qingchen.

Compared to fifty years ago, her appearance had not changed much. She had merely gained some of the steady bearing of a great senior—one that made people feel reassured at a glance.

"You've already mastered the Star Sword very well. With your current abilities, passing the Star Dust Sword Canon trial won't be a problem."

Yet Hong Qingchen was not all that happy to hear it.

"But Senior Sister, what I want to learn is the Slaying Sword Canon!"

She was planning to learn all seven swords of Yuelan!

"That won't be easy." Chi Jiuyu shook her