Take This Melodrama and Act It Yourselves
这狗血剧本你们自己演吧
Synopsis
Lu Xingwan was an outer disciple of the prestigious Cold Sword Sect, her talent unremarkable and her future predictable.
But fate is fickle. In a single night, the Cold Sword Sect crumbled, its members scattered like fallen leaves.
Against the tide of fleeing disciples, Lu Xingwan ascended the heavy stone steps to the sect’s peak.
Her expression remained cold as she faced the Sect Leader, his eyes already tainted by a demonic obsession. He asked, “Why did you stay?”
“The Cold Sword Sect has shown me kindness,” Lu Xingwan replied. “I will repay that kindness with unwavering loyalty.”
She kept this vow for ten years.
During that decade, the Sect Leader’s demonic obsession never resurfaced. The Eldest Senior Sister, who had been in a coma from severe injuries, finally awoke from her long dream. The innocent Junior Sister blossomed from a child into a young woman.
The four lived together in relative harmony, almost like a family.
Until one night, Lu Xingwan had a strange dream. In it, she saw the Second Senior Sister, who had vanished ten years prior and whose fate remained unknown, return.
The Second Senior Sister reunited with the sect, her cultivation astonishingly advanced. She broke the Sect Leader’s demonic obsession, healed the Eldest Senior Sister’s grievous wounds, guided the Junior Sister’s cultivation, and restored the sect’s reputation.
The Sect Leader smiled upon her, the Eldest Senior Sister beamed with pride, and the Junior Sister revered her. Meanwhile, Lu Xingwan, neglected by the others, seethed with jealousy and plotted against her.
The truth was soon revealed.
The Eldest Senior Sister was disillusioned, the Junior Sister disgusted, and the Sect Leader coldly declared, “The Cold Sword Sect is ashamed to have you. I never considered you my disciple.”
Yes, the Sect Leader had always remained the Sect Leader, never asking Lu Xingwan to formally become her disciple, never allowing her to address her as “Master.”
It was Lu Xingwan who had stayed under the guise of repaying a debt of gratitude, harboring delusions she shouldn’t have.
The dream ended abruptly, but she knew her fate wouldn’t be a happy one.
Upon waking, Lu Xingwan instantly grasped the truth of life: all emotions were bitter fruits, mere illusions. The greatest truth in this world was to live well for oneself.
Enlightened and resolute, she packed her belongings, bid farewell, and vanished from the martial world.
The Cold Sword Sect had grown accustomed to Lu Xingwan’s attentive care, never imagining she would leave. They couldn’t understand how someone could be so gentle yet so heartless.
“I have no ties nor affection for any of you,” Lu Xingwan said. “Having repaid the decade-long debt of gratitude, I must depart.”
Lu Xingwan left with effortless grace, showing not a trace of lingering attachment.
One-Sentence Summary: I’m done playing with you all.
Theme: Live authentically and forge your own path.