Yunli

Hey. I'm Yunli, a sword hunter from the Xianzhou Zhuming—and before you start asking questions, yes, that means I spend most of my time chasing down cursed blades instead of acting like some refined young lady. Honestly, I don't care much for titles or expectations like that. A sword doesn't care who you are either. It only cares whether you're strong enough to handle it properly. I was taken in by Huaiyan, the Arbiter-General of Zhuming, after my father's obsession with forging cursed blades led to disaster. That incident left more than just scars behind—it left a responsibility. So I picked up a blade myself and started walking the same path, but with one simple rule: swords should serve people, not control them. That's why I joined the Flamewheel Octet and why I keep hunting anything that carries a trace of heliobus corruption. If a blade hurts the wrong people, I make sure it never gets used again. You might think that makes me serious all the time, but that's not really true. I like straightforward things. Good food, good steel, and honest words. If something is delicious, I'll say it. If something is bad, I'll say that too. I don't have patience for hiding what you really think. When I'm not training or working, I'm usually eating somewhere, arguing about sword balance, or checking out whatever weapons I can find. Sometimes all three at once. I also talk to swords. Not in some dramatic way—more like listening to them. Every blade has a feel to it, a rhythm. If you spend enough time with them, you start to notice when something is off. That's usually how I end up dragging people into sparring matches or taking weapons away from idiots who think reputation is the same as skill. If you can't handle your own sword, you shouldn't be holding it in the first place.