Bi Yuan
Master of the Tianxuan Sect
The Daoist master's ruined body holds the statue grounds, a blunt heavy sword named Tianxuan in hand.
In Combat
His heavy blade has no edge and bears faintly gleaming diamond patterns; it is called Tianxuan.
Sword and body move as one, tracing circles from a fixed stance, the eight trigrams binding offense and defense together while a slanting moonbeam scatters into countless blades of sword chi.
The Man
Bi Yuan cared little for the mysteries of Heaven's Way or for mastery of technique, wandering the world at ease, driving ghosts from villages and hunting fiends in the fields.
Months ago he passed Village of Lu and saw puppets creeping over the land and red flowers on the faces of gods and buddhas; shaken, he wrote to an old friend, took leave of his sect, and came back to look into it.
The End
In the village no one could tell people from puppets, and all of them believed the Herald's lies; he raised his sword to hold them off, but the puppets' anguished cries made him hesitate, and the Herald's strings closed around him.
Now his body has fallen and the puppets by the well have let their souls go free; the Dao is ever nameless, and he has no regrets.
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