角色故事•二（解锁条件：角色等级40）
她循着声音来到工炼房角落，父亲不在，地上只有一把硕大的混铁剑骸，云璃拾了起来，那剑骸比她人还高。她好奇地抚摸着，模仿含光的样子，假装对它进行加工。
但这把大剑并未铸成——含光熔炼岁阳魔剑，招致焰轮铸炼宫的悲剧。云璃被及时赶来的怀炎救下，逃过一劫。她成为了怀炎的弟子，那剑胚也被她一同带离。
「云璃，原料若超出规范，剑也易折。」同窗的学徒忍不住提醒她，还有他的佩剑——正在娇俏地指责她的手法。
「你也太矜贵了，多刮刮树皮吧。」
同窗露出疑惑又尴尬的神情，云璃抬眼瞧了瞧同窗怀里噤声的剑，「不好意思，不是说你…是你。」
「我名芒光。剑头利如芒，恒持照眼光。」
她知道那剑将被主人藏于宝库，翳其剑光。
「我叫小茉莉，我喜欢剑柄上刻的那朵茉莉花。」
她知道小茉莉虽不满主人乱取名字，却为自己被珍视而感到欣喜。
人言莫辨，剑声更为单纯。
让人失智癫狂的魔剑和地上遍布的腥臭血迹…依然映刻在她的记忆，或许也映于那剑胚的记忆中。但它依旧无言，从未向她谈起那段往事。
「你也看见了那些浸满嗜血杀意的剑影，对吧？
「现在想想，那些岁阳应该也使唤不了你，你闷得很，还又大又钝。」
剑胚忽然震颤，掀起一层乌黑的碳粉，落下却如令人凛然的星云。
「原来你是因为拒绝岁阳才被那人遗弃…连你这把未铸成的剑都懂的道理，父…他怎么就……
「不过，剑什么时候算是『铸成』呢……」
她忍不住伸手抚摸它凹凸不平的剑锷，虽无剑脊，却满是凌厉。
「又不说话了？你还真是个铁疙瘩…不如，就叫你『老铁』吧。」
「别担心，也许你在他人眼里只是把没有剑锋的胚体，但剑意不分利钝。」
「我挥出的，就是利剑。」
「走吧老铁，随我出去见见世面。」
Character Story: Part II
• Unlocked at Character Level 40
She followed the sound to a corner of the workshop. Her father was nowhere to be found, and on the ground laid the frame of a large sword made from an iron alloy. Picking it up, Yunli realized that the sword frame even stood taller than her. Curiously running her fingers over it, she then imitated how Hanguang normally worked, pretending to refine the sword frame.
But this large sword never got forged: Hanguang smelt the heliobus cursed sword instead, bringing a tragedy upon the Flamewheel Forge. Yunli narrowly escaped the fat of the others, only because Huaiyan arrived in the nick of time to rescue her. She became a disciple of Huaiyan thereafter, not forgetting to take the cursed sword billet with her.
"Yunli, your sword's more likely to break if you use raw materials of non-standard composition." A fellow apprentice couldn't help but offer her some advice. His sword soon chimed in, though criticizing Yunli's smithing in a dainty manner.
"Why don't you go out there and scrape more bark instead, snob?"
The other students looked on with confusion and discomfort, prompting Yunli to look up at her fellow apprentice and the now silent sword. "Sorry, that wasn't directed at you. It was meant for your sword."
"My name's Radiance because of my sharp blade and glistening hilt."
But she knew the sword's fate: Its master would only chuck it into the vault, with its radiance forever concealed from the world.
"My name's Jasminette. I like the jasmine flower that is engraved upon my hilt."
She could tell Jasminette was annoyed at the frivolous name that its master chose, but it delighted at being cherished.
While human intentions are indecipherable from their words alone, the voices of swords are much simpler to understand.
Memories of the cursed sword that drove others to lose their sanity and the gruesome sight of blood all over the ground remain deeply etched in Yunli's mind... Perhaps also in that of the sword billet, though it had never once spoken or talked to her about the events that transpired on that fateful day.
"You've also witnessed those blades that permeate bloodlust and killing intent being swung, right?
"Now that I think about it, those heliobi will probably not be able to wield you either. You're big and blunt, and spiritless too."
The sword billet trembled suddenly, kicking up a layer of dark carbon dust that fell like an awe-inspiring nebula.
"So you were abandoned by that person because you rejected the heliobus... A theory that even an unfinished sword understands... Why didn't fath— he...
"But when can a sword be considered 'finished'..."
Unable to help herself, she reached out to run her fingers over the uneven edges of the blade. Despite the lack of a central ridge, the sword could still be considered sharp.
"Not talking again? What a stubborn lump of metal you are... In that case, I'll just call you 'Old Mettle'."
"Don't worry. To others, you might simply be a billet without a point, but that is immaterial to the intent of swordsmanship."
"A blade that I swing will always be considered sharp."
"Let's go, Old Mettle. Come with me to see the world."
