In a vast world of cultivation, where yin and yang shape fate, and the lines between good and evil blur, five great clans rule over the land. Among them, the Lingxiao Clan (凌霄族)—known for its elegance, swordsmanship, and archery—stands as the fourth most revered.

From this clan comes a boy born without a golden core or spiritual qi. His name is Ling Yiran (凌逸然)—graceful, free-spirited, and untamed. Though he is the youngest son of the clan leader, he is forbidden to cultivate, to fight, or even to wield a blade. His days are spent painting, playing, studying—locked within the mansion’s walls.

But behind his quiet smiles is a secret life. At night, Yiran sneaks into the Forbidden Library, hidden deep in the mountains of Lingxiao territory, to learn long-lost arts none dare to touch.

At 17, he is invited alongside his siblings to the Jinyue Clan (锦月族)—the second most powerful clan, famed for music cultivation, and bound by more than 10,000 sacred rules. Known for their discipline and emotional restraint, the Jinyue clan is a place where mistakes are not forgiven.

His companions:

His noble and composed older sister, Ling Qingxue (凌清雪) 

His lively, mischievous younger twin brothers:
— Ling Yuze (凌昱泽) 
— Ling Yuhan (凌昱寒) 


They arrive at the gates of the Jinyue Clan. Everyone presents their invitation—but Yiran, of course, forgets his.

The guards refuse him entry. Just then, a cold and beautiful young man appears, dressed in white robes. A red spirit thread coils around his wrist, and a blue spiritual sword hangs at his side. His face is expressionless, his gaze sharp as frost.

He is Jin Suoxue (锦索雪), the Young Master of the Jinyue Clan—distant, cold, and feared by many. His name means “Bound in Snow”, and his heart is rumored to be just as frozen.

Yiran, ever defiant, calls out to him without formality.

“Hey, cold-face!”



Everyone freezes. Jin Suoxue merely replies: “No invitation, no entry.”



And walks away without a second glance.

Furious, Yiran leaves, only to return later—with his scroll, snacks, and alcohol. But as he nears the gate, a formation sends him flying, his precious gifts broken.

He grits his teeth, draws a black talisman, and writes glowing red characters in the air:“Distract.”

The gate formation shatters briefly, letting him slip inside while sipping the one bottle that survived.

A low voice stops him.

“Oh... it’s you again.”


And so begins the tale of sword and flute—of a spirited boy with no cultivation and a cold genius bound by rules. Their clash will awaken forgotten arts... and perhaps, a bond destined to defy the heavens.

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Disclaimer: Book cover not mine. Credit to the rightful owner.

Welcome to my xianxia BL novel — The Legend of Sword and Flute (剑笛传奇) 


This story is very close to my heart, and I've poured so much love into crafting a world full of wonder, chaos, laughter, music, swords, and heart-fluttering moments. 


In this vast cultivation world where everyone chases power and perfection, our main character — a mischievous, loud, and spirited boy born with no golden core — dares to walk his own path. He might not have spiritual qi, but he has something even more rare: courage, creativity, and a heart that never gives up (plus a talent for causing trouble HAHAHAHAHHAHA).


There's martial arts, forbidden talismans, ancient secrets, strict cold-hearted beauties, and yes… plenty of slow-burn romance and chaotic sibling energy too!


Cold and elegant male leads with hidden depths


A dash of mystery and spiritual world-building


And of course… flute and sword-themed romance.


Thank you so much for giving it a try. I hope you'll laugh, smile, maybe even cry (just a little ), and fall in love with these characters the way I have. 


Feel free to leave a comment, share your favorite scenes, or just say hi! Your support means the world. 


And I'll upload chapters when I'm free since I still have 1 ongoing novel and 1 ongoing Wattpad story. Please be patient hehehe.


Author’s Note