Fallen Star, Rising Flame

He awoke in a dying body, in a forgotten sect under a fading sky.



Jin Mu wasn’t born into this world—he was dragged into it. A transmigrator with faint memories of another life, and a system that barely spoke unless it must. No instant power, no grand destiny—just silence, cold tea, and the weight of a name already stained.



He only wanted peace. But fate gave him a disciple.



Yiran, a frost-blooded girl discarded by all, had no future in cultivation. Quiet. Distant. Untouched by flame or praise. Yet in her eyes, Jin Mu saw a reflection of himself—abandoned, but not broken.



He took her in not for power or pride, but because no one else would.

And because, perhaps, he too needed someone to believe in.



Now, beneath the branches of an ancient tree, master and disciple share quiet nights, bitter tea, and a bond deeper than cultivation. In a world that worships strength, theirs is a different path—built not on dominance, but devotion.