角色故事•二（解鎖條件：角色等級40）
她循着聲音來到工煉房角落，父親不在，地上只有一把碩大的混鐵劍骸，雲璃拾了起來，那劍骸比她人還高。她好奇地撫摸着，模仿含光的樣子，假裝對它進行加工。
但這把大劍並未鑄成——含光熔煉歲陽魔劍，招致焰輪鑄煉宮的悲劇。雲璃被及時趕來的懷炎救下，逃過一劫。她成為了懷炎的弟子，那劍胚也被她一同帶離。
「雲璃，原料若超出規範，劍也易折。」同窗的學徒忍不住提醒她，還有他的佩劍——正在嬌俏地指責她的手法。
「你也太矜貴了，多刮刮樹皮吧。」
同窗露出疑惑又尷尬的神情，雲璃抬眼瞧了瞧同窗懷裏噤聲的劍，「不好意思，不是說你…是你。」
「我名芒光。劍頭利如芒，恆持照眼光。」
她知道那劍將被主人藏於寶庫，翳其劍光。
「我叫小茉莉，我喜歡劍柄上刻的那朵茉莉花。」
她知道小茉莉雖不滿主人亂取名字，卻為自己被珍視而感到欣喜。
人言莫辨，劍聲更為單純。
讓人失智癲狂的魔劍和地上遍佈的腥臭血跡…依然映刻在她的記憶，或許也映於那劍胚的記憶中。但它依舊無言，從未向她談起那段往事。
「你也看見了那些浸滿嗜血殺意的劍影，對吧？
「現在想想，那些歲陽應該也使喚不了你，你悶得很，還又大又鈍。」
劍胚忽然震顫，掀起一層烏黑的碳粉，落下卻如令人凜然的星雲。
「原來你是因為拒絕歲陽才被那人遺棄…連你這把未鑄成的劍都懂的道理，父…他怎麼就……
「不過，劍什麼時候算是『鑄成』呢……」
她忍不住伸手撫摸它凹凸不平的劍鍔，雖無劍脊，卻滿是凌厲。
「又不說話了？你還真是個鐵疙瘩…不如，就叫你『老鐵』吧。」
「別擔心，也許你在他人眼裏只是把沒有劍鋒的胚體，但劍意不分利鈍。」
「我揮出的，就是利劍。」
「走吧老鐵，隨我出去見見世面。」
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."
