Chapter 1

Chapter 1

His name is Murong Long, courtesy name Rongmu. He is the imperially appointed Governor of Rongzhou.

I was a general serving under him.

The reason we fell out was simple. It wasn’t even anything major, really-just a slip of the tongue.

“This humble general, Ouyang Yang, greets the Governor of Rongzhou, Lord Murong Rongmu.”

According to etiquette, that is how I should have announced myself.

But that sentence was a real tongue-twister. Add to that the fact that I happened to have a cold that day, and the greeting came out as: “This humble general, Ouyang Yang, greets Lord Ooh-ooh-wuh-ooh-ooh-wuh.”

Murong Rongmu was livid. He tried to have me dragged out and executed on the spot.

If it hadn’t been for Nanmen Daren’s intervention, I would have become a ghost long ago.

Nanmen Daren is Murong Rongmu’s advisor.

His surname is the compound Nanmen, his given name is Daren, and his courtesy name is Jiguan.

Nanmen Daren doesn’t like being called “Cockscomb,” so very few people know his courtesy name.

I heard he also has a younger brother named Nanmen Xiaoren.

Three years ago, Nanmen Xiaoren was murdered by a villain. Nanmen Daren has been desperately trying to find the true culprit ever since.

Nanmen Daren saved my life, and out of gratitude, I began assisting him in secret.

Not long ago, I found a hidden compartment in Murong Rongmu’s study and discovered a love letter written by Madam Murong to Nanmen Xiaoren.

I thought I had finally caught Madam Murong red-handed. I planned to blackmail her into revealing the truth behind Nanmen Xiaoren’s death.

To my surprise, Madam Murong didn’t fall for it. She started a fight with me right there in her chambers.

Her martial arts were formidable, and we were locked in a fierce struggle. The commotion eventually drew Murong Rongmu to the scene.

Only through the conversation between the husband and wife did I learn the truth: Murong Rongmu is a cuckold fetishist, and that love letter was part of his personal collection.

Nanmen Xiaoren had rejected Madam Murong’s advances, so Murong Rongmu beat him to death.

As for me, I had injured Madam Murong during our fight, so Murong Rongmu beat me to death too.

It seems Murong Rongmu truly does care for Madam Murong.

For some reason, even though I am clearly dead, my soul cannot break free from my physical remains.

“Ouyang Yang, did you think it would all end just because you died?” Murong Rongmu said to my corpse in an absurdly melodramatic tone.

He gripped my neck, and a strange energy began to flow through my bones.

Soon, I was transformed into a sword.

My neck bones became the hilt, and my skull became the pommel.

My spine formed the fuller, my ribs became the edges, and my limbs were refined into the scabbard.

As for my soul, it was condensed into a jewel and embedded into the hilt.

Such a foul sorcery is unheard of.