In the lingering chill of early spring, Xian Jianchen traveled far to Huawel Mountain at the invitation of six major sects and clans from the Western Sky Continent.
On this March day, poplar catkins drifted like snow along the mountain path, while cuckoos sang softly. The hazy willow floss brushed against cheeks, leaving a faint tickling sensation. The woman beside Xian Jianchen wrinkled her nose and sneezed again.
"Yue Niang, if you're unwell, we can turn back," Xian Jianchen said.
"What discomfort?" Yue Niang shook off his hand and reached for the floating catkins. "We've come all this way - how disappointing would it be to leave now? Achoo!"
Xian Jianchen performed a minor spell. A pure white, fluffy catkin gently landed in her palm, suddenly glowing like a fluttering firefly.
The young woman exclaimed with delight, "Do another one!"
Crossing his arms, Xian Jianchen replied proudly, "No more. It loses its charm if overdone."
"Don't be so stingy! Do one more! Hey, don't you dare run away!"
They chased and played, stopping and starting along the path.
Four Huawel elders followed behind, exchanging heavy glances. Was Xian Jianchen deliberately stalling? Why was he climbing the mountain step by step with his wife instead of riding his Flying Sword or using a Magical Artifact? Had he detected something and was toying with them?
At Fleeting Water Bridge, Xian Jianchen suddenly halted. The young woman bumped into his sturdy back and punched his shoulder.
"Not today," he turned around muttering, "We agreed you'd spare my dignity when we go out. After all... I am the Sword God."
Yue Niang smiled faintly, smoothing his lapel. "Fine, Sword God. Shall I pin a red flower on you too?"
Looking down, Xian Jianchen found a delicate wild peach blossom trembling on his chest, which Yue Niang had somehow picked.
He complained, "Why pin it on me again? Flowers don't suit men - too feminine. Wear it yourself if you like it!"
"Silly, I can't see it if I wear it myself. You wear it for me to see." Yue Niang looked him up and down, clapping happily. "So handsome!"
Frowning, Xian Jianchen plucked the flower and pulled her forward. "We'll play later!"
The red blossom was tossed into Fleeting Water Bridge, startling several leisurely five-colored carps.
Yue Niang glanced back regretfully, "I picked that so carefully... Why did you throw it away..."
Today, the liveliest place in the entire Cultivation World was none other than Huawel Sect's Cosmos Palace. The foremost sect of Western Sky Continent was hosting a grand banquet.
Fine wines, delicacies, colorful silks, and brilliant lanterns adorned the hall. Though the guest of honor was long overdue, everyone maintained enthusiastic greetings, though their smiles grew increasingly stiff and cold sweat dripped from their brows. No one wanted to let the atmosphere cool.
Only a plain-robed youth resembling Xian Jianchen sat in the corner of the great hall, eyes lowered as he counted prayer beads. The faint, rhythmic sound resembled a water clock, combining with the forced laughter to create an increasingly eerie atmosphere.
"The Sword God arrives—"
At the sudden announcement from a Huawel elder, white cranes scattered before Cosmos Palace. Everyone rose to welcome Xian Jianchen, who strode into the hall with robes billowing, declaring loudly:
"How early you all have come!"
The words rankled everyone - clearly he was late, yet he accused others of arriving early. The woman beside him showed no cultivation base, yet under the gaze of so many high-level cultivators, she displayed only curiosity without any trace of fear.
Huawel Sect's current leader, Master Pingyuan, was the first to speak:
"After all these years, the Sword God's elegance remains undiminished. Cosmos Palace is truly honored by your presence today!"He laughed heartily, and seeing this, other noble families and sects praised Xian Jianchen for his refined cultivation and for marrying a beauty.
Xian Jianchen offered a few perfunctory words before scanning the crowd: "Where is Xian Jie?"
Three days earlier, Xian Jianchen had received an invitation.
Xian Jie, whom he had sent to the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda of Red Leaf Temple a hundred years ago to repent through scripture chanting, had now achieved enlightenment and invited him to gather at Huawel Sect.
"Though we brothers have been separated for a century, our reunion calls for wine. However, the temple is a place of purity, making it inconvenient. Thus, I have arranged a banquet at Huawel Sect. Mount Huawei, bathed in spring's splendor, is where we first embarked on our immortal path. With fine wine and delicacies, I eagerly await your arrival to reminisce about the past."
Xian Jianchen was somewhat puzzled.
Although Mount Huawei was where they began their immortal cultivation, the memories there were more bitter than sweet. Could it be that Xian Jie wanted to recall hardships and cherish present joys?
Why invite so many witnesses for a brothers' reunion?
But he truly wanted to see Xian Jie.
So he came.
"Brother. It's been a long time."
Hearing the voice, Xian Jianchen turned and froze momentarily.
The newcomer wore a plain Magic Robe, his expression gentle, gaze clear, and aura restrained—like a youth cleansed of worldly dust, untainted by impurities.
Was this really Xian Jie?
He barely recognized him.
Elder Pingyuan laughed: "You brothers have been apart for a century, yet today you reunite in Cosmos Palace. This is a joyous occasion for Huawel Sect, and even more so for the Cultivation World!"
With his words, it seemed as if Xian Jie had never been suppressed in Red Leaf Temple, and Xian Jianchen had never defied orthodoxy to break from the sect. The brothers had merely been on a long journey and now returned in glory.
Xian Jianchen patted Xian Jie's shoulder but spoke sternly: "Since the Cultivation World is willing to give you another chance, allowing you to turn from evil and start anew, I will let bygones be bygones. From now on, you must remain vigilant at all times. If you stray again, even I cannot save you."
The smiles on everyone's faces stiffened, and the hall's atmosphere grew even more peculiar.
Xian Jie lowered his head: "I understand."
Xian Jianchen wanted to ask how he had fared at Red Leaf Temple—whether he had made friends or been bullied—but under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he felt awkward.
Never mind, there would be time later.
"Come meet your sister-in-law." Xian Jianchen cleared his throat softly and subtly squeezed the hand of the young woman beside him.
"While I wasted my years in idle drifting, my brother has established a family and career." Xian Jie smiled and bowed. "Sister-in-law."
Yueniang felt there was something odd about the youth's words but couldn't pinpoint what, so she merely returned a slight bow in silence.
As the honored guests took their seats, the grand banquet finally commenced.
Three heavy drumbeats sounded, followed by the gradual rise of zithers and lutes.
The music was solemn and serene. Dancers entered in heavy ceremonial robes, postures dignified and movements synchronized.
Flecks of golden light flew from their billowing sleeves, converging into dancing light butterflies.
As the melody swelled, the dancers' steps gradually quickened. The golden butterflies gathered into golden cranes, which then transformed into phoenixes.
Cosmos Palace was filled with swirling sleeves, spinning skirts, interweaving light and shadow, and shifting auspicious beasts.
Yueniang watched in fascination, exclaiming repeatedly: "So your Cultivation World also stages song and dance performances?"
Xian Jianchen leaned close and whispered: "Probably arranged by the host. This is my first time seeing it too."
Elder Pingyuan gestured, and two elders behind him approached Xian Jianchen with brush and ink: "On this fine day and beautiful scene, we invite the Sword God to compose verses for today's grand banquet."
Xian Jianchen shook his head: "No need."
"Then please let the Sword God deliver a speech for the banquet."
Xian Jianchen waved his hand again: "No need for that either. I came here to drink—where is the wine?""Of course there is!" Xian Jian declared. "Let the younger brother first offer a toast to his elder brother."
He brought forth a bowl of amber liquor, its potent aroma dispersing and filling the great hall.
Xian Jianchen threw his head back and drained it in one gulp: "Truly fine wine!"
"More wine!" Elder Pingyuan clapped his hands.
Various wine jars were brought forth, treasured vintages from every sect and family piling up within Cosmos Palace.
The solemn and dignified strains of Taoist music suddenly grew impassioned, the golden light at the hall's center dissipating.
The dancing girls swept their wide sleeves aside, revealing cold glints of steel.
Graceful beauties brandished gleaming precious swords, their dance steps whirling, golden hairpins chiming crisply with every movement.
Sword gleams intertwined with swirling silhouettes, assorted wine fragrances accompanied by laughter flowing down throats.
"Chìhè of Mingxia Peak, Huawel Sect, toasts the Sword God!"
"Yuyangzi of Chongwen Peak, Huawel Sect, with my few untalented disciples, toasts the Sword God!"
"Liu Zhou of Huawel Sect's Discipline Hall also toasts the Sword God!"
"..."
Only after all Peak Lords and Nascent Soul realm elders from Huawel Sect had paid their respects did other sects and noble families from Western Sky Continent get their turn.
Before Xian Jianchen's table, well-wishers announced their names in an endless stream.
Xian Jianchen's eyes grew brighter, his drinking pace accelerating: "I haven't drunk like this since I got married."
Yueniang laughed: "I won't stop you today."
Another person said: "All present are heroes and outstanding figures of Western Sky Continent. I'm but a nobody, afraid I'm unworthy to share this bowl of wine with the Sword God."
Xian Jianchen waved his hand: "Who cares about heroes or cowards? Drinking isn't sword fighting - why speak of worthiness? What wine have you brought?"
Du Qiuyue kept her head down, focused on eating, thinking to herself: The way you talk is so provoking, the only reason you've survived this long is because no one can defeat you.
Whoever came to toast, whatever wine they offered, Xian Jianchen drained them all in one go.
The air rich with wine fragrance, music rising to crescendo, sword dance growing fierce - hosts and guests alike reveled in the joy.
Xian Jianchen leaped onto the jade table with a wine jar, proclaiming loudly: "After today, I shall live in seclusion with my wife! All matters great and small in the Cultivation World will no longer concern me!"
Having drunk too much, he was seventy percent intoxicated, his form swaying slightly.
But his voice boomed like thunder striking earth, startling the music and sword dance to an abrupt halt.
Everyone ceased their conversation and laughter, faces filled with shock and doubt.
The eminent Sword God, peerless in combat power, who hadn't yet taken disciples or established his own sect - was he truly going into seclusion from now on?
How could he bear to?
Had he already seen through today's events?
"If you withdraw from the Cultivation World, how will you settle your outstanding debts?"
Someone's voice, accompanied by a cold laugh, shattered the dead silence.
Xian Jianchen raised an eyebrow, the hall's temperature plummeting instantly.
He asked: "What debts have I incurred?"
"Debts of human lives!"
"Whose?"
"Mine!"
A sword gleam slashed down through the air, Nascent Soul realm pressure instantly closing in.
Xian Jianchen's swaying form suddenly stabilized as he tossed an object to meet the lightning-fast sword light.
"Crack!"
The sword light halted, shattering inch by inch.
A scream erupted as the assassin crashed through the hall's great pillar, only then allowing everyone to see clearly -
It was the lead sword-dancing woman.
The remaining dancing girls surrounded her tightly, glaring at Xian Jianchen with hatred.
They saw the wine jar Xian Jianchen had casually thrown return to his hand, not a drop spilled.
"What are you doing?" He showed no anger at the assassination attempt, only some confusion. "With your cultivation level, if you'd actually struck me with your sword, my protective sword energy would have inevitably counter-injured you. If I hadn't thrown the wine jar to shatter your sword in time, you would have been annihilated!"
He spoke the truth, but to others' ears it sounded utterly arrogant.
The assassin vomited blood profusely: "My skills are inferior! Kill me or cut me to pieces, spare me your speeches!"Xian Jianchen found it absurd: "I don't even know you!"
The woman gave a sorrowful smile: "My father and brothers died by your hand, yet I must dance for my enemy. Having suffered such humiliation today, how could I continue living?"
With that, she drew a sword from a nearby dancer's hand.
"You!" Xian Jianchen flicked his finger, sending a sword aura to intercept.
But his sword was fastest at killing, not saving lives. He could only watch helplessly as her breath faded.
The dancers wept bitterly. Another shouted: "With so many lives owed, do you think lightly declaring your withdrawal from the Cultivation World settles everything? Though our cultivation is too weak to kill you, countless here bear grievances against you. Surely one will succeed!"
Then they all threw themselves upon the swords, blood splattering across the hall!
Lives that had bloomed like radiant flowers moments before vanished just like that.
Xian Jianchen stood thunderstruck, murmuring: "Why?"
Drunkenness clouded his mind, leaving him unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before him.
"Dare I ask the Sword God!" A Hua Wei elder stepped forward, speaking gravely. "How do you explain the deaths of 'Soul-Chasing Blade Liu Yongshou' and his family in Yanshan County on this very day last year?"
Xian Jianchen collected himself: "Father and son obtained an evil inheritance from ruins, secretly cultivating through infant flesh sacrifices that claimed hundreds of lives. They thoroughly deserved death."
"Fine, Liu Yongshou's death was warranted. But what crime did his dao companion Fairy Bai Yue commit? Losing husband and son overnight, her family's reputation ruined, she couldn't bear the shock, lost her mind and died from Qi Deviation." The elder pointed at a corpse on the ground. "And what fault lies with his daughter? Now she too lies dead because of you!"
Xian Jianchen: "...This... this is counted against me too?"
Du Qiuyue swept her gaze across the hall, sneering coldly: "Haven't you realized yet? They didn't invite you here for wine today - they came for vengeance."
As Xian Jianchen opened his mouth to speak, another voice rang out:
"Boldly asking the Sword God - did you slaughter the entire family of 'Heavenly Thunder Twin Maces Li Longyou' in Baolin County three months ago?"
This time it was a clan elder who stepped forward.
"Whose entire family?" Xian Jianchen thought for a moment before recalling the person. "He was Baolin County's Immortal Official, yet he operated fighting pits where mortals battled fierce beasts for entertainment, and sent subordinates to ambush passing Rogue Cultivators. I only shattered his cultivation realm but spared his life. As for killing his family - preposterous! He was lucky. Had I encountered him before my marriage, he'd be dead without doubt!"
The elder pointed at another corpse in the hall: "This is his daughter! After losing his cultivation, enemies sought revenge that very night, exterminating his entire household save this orphan girl. Would the mighty Sword God dare act but not take responsibility?"
Xian Jianchen closed his eyes.
Voices shrill and rough pierced his ears from all directions.
He felt slightly dizzy, shaking his head: "The wine's potency is strong."
"Six months ago at Tianqian Mountain, three years ago at Yugū Mountain..."
"Though the Sword God owes me nothing, I boldly ask on behalf of wronged souls slain by your sword..."
"If the Sword God wishes to leave the Cultivation World, shouldn't debts from the past be settled?"
The voices grew increasingly chaotic.
Xian Jianchen no longer responded.
He opened his eyes, gaze turning icy.
His Lifebound Sword hummed restlessly in its scabbard, refusing to stay quiet.
Suddenly warmth touched his hand - someone was pressing down his sword.
Xian Jianchen looked down to see Yue Niang patting his hand.
"If this is how accounts are reckoned, then let's calculate them together."The girl's voice was crisp and melodious, echoing through the hall.
Everyone found it quite astonishing. How dare a mere mortal speak at such a moment?
Hua Wei smiled and said, "Among all present here, even the youngest is over a hundred years old, right? Having roamed the Cultivation World for centuries, I ask you: who among you has never killed a single person? Who has never made an enemy? Step forward and let me see."
Someone snorted coldly, "The people we've killed don't even amount to a fraction of those who have fallen under the Sword God's blade!"
Hua Wei replied, "So it's about numbers, then. I've heard that the founding patriarch of the Huawel Sect fought for months across the Western Sky Continent to secure Huawel Mountain as a blessed land, until all local factions submitted in awe. How many of your ancestors fell to his sword?"
Pingyuan Zhenren was momentarily speechless. "Th-That's merely a rumor..."
"You yourselves are so entangled in favors and grudges you can't even keep track—how dare you settle accounts with others? It seems I'm the only one here with clean, innocent hands! Sword God, I'm the only one qualified to kill you!" Hua Wei pointed at herself.
She actually still had the mood to joke.
Xian Jianchen threw his head back and laughed heartily, lifting a wine jar to take a fierce gulp.
Hua Wei shot him a glare. "You cultivators bickering is no different from the ruffians in our village squabbling."
Xian Jianchen sighed helplessly. "Most matters in this world are fundamentally similar. Besides living longer than mortals, cultivators only have more grudges and greed."
The girl gazed out the window at the spring scenery. "If I'd known it would be this dull, I wouldn't have come. How much better it would've been to visit the temple fair."
Xian Jianchen leaped down from the jade table and took her hand. "Then let's go to the temple fair."
Chatting casually as if no one else was present, they walked together toward the hall's entrance.
"Sword God, halt—"
Shouts arose, accompanied by the whistling sound of magical artifacts closing in.
Without turning around or paying any heed, Xian Jianchen flicked his left hand.
An empty wine jar flew backward over his shoulder.
The jar shattered mid-air, releasing twelve sword energies that struck down the twelve artifacts.
Just as the two were about to exit the hall, a curved blade attacked Hua Wei.
Xian Jianchen swept it aside with his sleeve and turned around angrily. "Shameless!"
His rage stirred his qi and blood, causing his spirit veins to sting sharply. He grunted involuntarily, his drunkenness fading significantly.
"Xian Lang! Are you alright?" Hua Wei wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, her eyes instantly reddening.
"It's nothing." Xian Jianchen coughed lightly. "How could such petty tricks possibly harm me?"
These people had been stalling for time, waiting for the poison in the wine to take effect.
But what poison in this world could harm him?
Xian Jianchen's gaze swept across the hall, but he couldn't find Xian Jie's shadow.
Xian Jie had likely been used by these people.
Back then, considering that Xian Jie's demonic cultivation had been crippled by him and fearing he might be bullied by evil cultivators when entering the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda alone, Xian Jianchen had ventured into the Blood River Valley's secret realm to retrieve a Green Leaf Bodhi for him.
The pagoda restricted the use of spirit qi and was guarded by eminent monks who strictly forbade martial combat. Even if some demonic leader wanted to bully a newcomer, they could only resort to secret poisoning.
"This item can neutralize all poisons and gu in this world, and it can save your life once. Do not touch alcohol—if it encounters wine, it will produce a deadly poison even I cannot cure."
Xian Jie, held by the guards with his arms pinned, looked up with bloodshot eyes and sneered, "So there are things even the Sword God cannot accomplish."
"I'm just a cultivator, not a true god." Xian Jianchen turned away, no longer looking at him. "Go."
Who would have thought that this sole millennium spirit medicine, which Xian Jie never used, would be consumed by him today.
"Xian Jianchen wants to withdraw from the Cultivation World! Today, everyone with a grudge, take your revenge!""What unsettled debts remain, now is the time to settle them before he retreats from the world!"
"Xian Jianchen, you are obstinate, tyrannical, and devoid of virtue—utterly unworthy of the title Sword God."
The crowd, whose hearts had been suspended all day, finally relaxed. Now, their voices carried a hundred times more boldness than before.
"Five Peaks of Hua Wei, heed the command!" shouted Plainview Zhenren. "Activate the formation!"
The five Peak Lords simultaneously summoned their Lifebound magical artifacts. Five radiant pillars of light pierced through the hall's roof, shooting toward the sky.
A fierce gale blew open all the latticed doors and windows, extinguishing the thousand splendid lamps within the hall.
The pure sea of clouds transformed into heavy, dark billows, converging and surging like a tidal wave.
The sun and moon lost their brilliance, and Mount Hua Wei trembled faintly.
Inside the hall, eerie winds swept through, and silk curtains billowed wildly. Yet, Xian Jianchen drew his sword and laughed:
"Excellent! Since I first wielded this sword, every wrongful death in this world has been laid at my feet! I only fear you lack the courage to tally them—and that I might prove unworthy of bearing them all!"
"Boom!"
As the sword left its sheath, it resembled a fiery dragon emerging from the sea.
The blade blazed with violet flames, illuminating the pitch-dark hall with its fiery light.
The sword's aura shot straight into the heavens, transforming into a thunderbolt that split the dark clouds of the Grand Formation.
The five Peak Lords turned pale instantly, stepping back in haste.
Xian Jianchen was clearly afflicted by poison—how could he still be so arrogantly defiant? Could it be that the poison failed to restrain him?
As the crowd hesitated, a piercing screech suddenly erupted. Two figures crashed through the formation, tumbling into the hall and landing right before Xian Jianchen.
They were two young monks, grievously wounded.
Their robes were tattered and stained with blood, though the base color of Red Leaf Temple's attire was still faintly discernible.
One of them shouted at Xian Jianchen, "This is that demon's trap! Sword God, flee quickly!"
The other scanned the surroundings, seeing the hall bristling with tension: "Too late... it's already too late. Xian Jie, show yourself!"
Xian Jianchen helped them up, fed them spirit medicine, and channeled Spirit Qi into them. A deeply ominous suspicion arose in his heart: "What exactly has happened?"
The people in the hall exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions varied.
Amidst the corpses and killing intent, the fresh bloodstains only deepened the foreboding atmosphere.
"That demon Xian Jie never truly reformed. He altered the true scripture, fabricated texts, secretly gathered followers, and taught them wicked arts. Three days ago, when the abbot discovered this, Xian Jie severely wounded him, broke open the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, killed the pagoda's guardian monks, and fled down the mountain! The abbot remains unconscious, and the temple is trapped in an Entrapment Formation he set—we couldn't send word out. After barely breaking through the formation, we were ambushed by his followers outside the temple..." The young monk choked with grief. "All our fellow disciples have fallen in battle. Only the two of us managed to fight our way up the mountain!"
The other added, "The temple's negligence and failure in oversight have led to this catastrophe. We have failed in the trust the Sword God placed in us. Xian Jie is treacherous and vicious beyond redemption."
Xian Jianchen's chest heaved violently, a storm of shock, rage, and remorse surging within him, further accelerating the poison's effects.
He hated himself for sending that person to the temple, and he hated that person for committing such grave sins.
Swallowing a mouthful of blood, he scanned the surroundings, meeting only cold or evasive faces:
"Xian Jie, show yourself!"
The cultivators neither moved to capture Xian Jie nor met his gaze:
"Hearing this tragic news, we too are deeply grieved, but matters must be settled one at a time."
Someone sneered sarcastically, "Xian Jie is your own younger brother, and it was you who personally delivered him to the temple. You are the one who brought this disaster upon Red Leaf Temple."
They had assumed Xian Jianchen, busy channeling Spirit Qi for the two monks, would have no attention to spare for verbal provocations.
Yet, to their surprise, Xian Jianchen suddenly turned his head, and a stream of violet-red light shot forth from his waist.The speaker was horrified, swiftly dodging, but the sword came too fast, instantly piercing through his protective Spirit Qi and halting at his throat.
Under the overwhelming pressure, he couldn't move a single hair. With just a blink from Xian Jianchen, his life could be taken in an instant.
The sword's patterns were intricate, like a hundred flowers blooming in full splendor, breathtakingly beautiful.
The flames on the blade caused heat waves to surge through the Cosmos Palace, making everyone feel as if they had fallen into a fiery pit.
"Elder Zhang!"
"Master Zhang!"
His fellow disciples could only shout in alarm but were unable to step forward to rescue him.
Everyone had seen or heard of Xian Jianchen drawing his sword and had imagined this day many times.
But Xian Jianchen's Lifebound Sword was unimaginably powerful. If any one of them were in Master Zhang's place, who could withstand this strike?
With matters having reached this point, there was no turning back—they could only suppress their regrets.
"Xian Jianchen, even with a hostage, you won't escape," Master Pingyuan said coldly.
Master Zhang, convinced he was doomed, straightened his neck and shouted, "Don't mind me! The world has suffered under Xian Jianchen for too long. Today, let my life serve as the sacrifice for our great cause!"
Xian Jianchen suddenly flicked his sleeve, and his Lifebound Sword transformed into a purple light, returning to his hand.
Master Zhang's Spirit Veins were shattered by the residual sword energy, and he vomited blood incessantly.
His fellow disciples rushed forward with cries of anguish, only to find he still had a faint breath left.
"I won't kill you with this sword," Xian Jianchen said gravely. "Today, anyone who wishes to seek vengeance against me, step forward. But Yue Niang is merely a mortal—do not trouble her. She understands nothing of the grudges and grievances in the Cultivation World."
With a thunderous crash, the long sword embedded itself into the floor tiles.
The smooth tiles cracked like ice, fissures spreading across the entire Cosmos Palace.
The Cloud Sea Grand Formation trembled uncontrollably.
Xian Jianchen spoke calmly, "Let her descend the mountain. Even without this sword, I will still face your challenges!"
The assembled heroes were struck with terror. Fear and regret turned into a hidden sense of relief, and for a moment, no one in the hall made a sound—only the long sword hummed incessantly.
"Brother, it's rare to see you lower your head and speak softly," a light voice sounded from behind the crowd.
Xian Jie had been meditating in a corner of the hall all along, his aura so restrained it was nearly imperceptible. Now, he finally emerged from the shadows:
"Since you're willing to abandon your Lifebound Sword in exchange for her life, how could I, as your brother, refuse?"
As soon as he spoke, the crowd subtly acknowledged him as their leader, and no one raised any objections. Master Pingyuan also nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Xian Jianchen understood everything, and his heart sank even further.
He turned to the monks from Red Leaf Temple who had delivered the message: "I ask the two of you to take my sword and escort my wife back to the temple first. The matter with Xian Jie—I will settle it here."
The two young monks, whose injuries had healed rapidly under his care, glared hatefully at Xian Jie before bowing to Xian Jianchen:
"We will not fail the Sword God's trust!"
Du Qiuyue shook her head. "Xian Lang, have you forgotten the vows we made when we pledged ourselves to heaven and earth—to live and die together?"
"Don't speak of life and death," Xian Jianchen said as he took out a protective cloak and fastened it around her, his voice gentle. "Yue Niang, if Duoqingzi, Wuqingzi, and Nian Rushen were all here today, they might dare to claim they could stand against me. With only these few people here, how could they be my match? If you stay, I'll be constrained. I fear nothing, but I fear frightening you."
There were no fewer than a hundred Nascent Souls present, along with twenty or thirty Minor and Major Ascension experts—most of them renowned seniors who had dominated their regions for years. Yet, he had belittled them all as worthless and utterly powerless.The crowd seethed with fury and hatred, yet also astonishment: Xian Jianchen could display such tenderness. With calamity looming, the two stood hand in hand, gazing at each other—utterly unlike typical Cultivation World couples, but rather resembling star-crossed lovers from an opera.
"Aside from myself, you are the only one in this world who can wield this sword." Xian Jianchen handed his sheathed Lifebound Sword to his wife, a faint smile curling his lips. "Let it protect you both. Once I finish matters here, I’ll take you to the temple fair."
Du Qiuyue grasped the longsword, pausing at the palace entrance to glance back: "I’ll wait for you."
Through the dense crowd, Xian Jianchen couldn’t see her expression—only the crimson cloak whipping violently in the gale, blazing like fire.
True Lord Pingyuan kept his word, lightly flicking his horsetail whisk.
The intricately interlocked, precisely operating Huawel Sect Grand Formation opened a passageway.
The three figures vanished into the gloomy clouds atop sword-light.
Xian Jianchen stood empty-handed, alone amidst the encircling foes.
Though he had vowed confidently before his wife, in truth, he held no certainty over whether he’d live or die today.
These adversaries had come prepared—who knew what tricks Xian Jie still held in reserve?
The Huawel Sect Grand Formation had been pushed to its limits, five beams of radiant light pressing down on him like an entire mountain.
Suddenly, Xian Jie spoke: "Elder Brother, why must we resort to combat? If you’d only leave behind the Spilled Water Sword…"
Before he could finish, True Lord Pingyuan interrupted: "We agreed on the sovereign’s blade, Spring and Autumn—why has it become Spilled Water?"
Other sects and clans clamored at Xian Jie, each faction’s demands unexpectedly differing.
"So you all covet my swords!" Xian Jianchen laughed aloud, finding the absurdity overwhelming.
Since first wielding a blade, he’d braved countless dragon-lairs, tiger-dens, mountains of knives, and seas of fire—yet never imagined being openly demanded to surrender his swords at a mere Huawel Mountain banquet.
If I survive today, who would dare disturb my peace henceforth? Might as well cut loose and unleash carnage.
The thought ignited a surge of heroic fervor, sweeping away the stifling gloom in his heart.
"Let’s see if you have the skill!"
Xian Jianchen’s right hand snatched empty air—Spring and Autumn Sword materialized within his grasp—while his left seized a wine jar from the table, tilting his head back for a fierce draught.
"Enough talk! Attack together!"
"He’s poisoned—he can’t hold out much longer!"
Multicolored glows of Magical Artifacts flickered erratically, transforming the majestic Cosmos Palace into a kaleidoscopic realm unlike the mortal world.
Jade tables overturned, silk curtains shredded, roof beams collapsed, pillars splintered.
Shouts, curses, and agonized screams intertwined—the celestial palace above became the eighteen layers of hell.
The Huawel Sect Formation churned clouds into the hall, engulfing Xian Jianchen.
He could no longer distinguish faces or expressions—only the glint of blades and artifacts.
Enemies swarmed sky and earth; each slain meant one fewer.
His Lifebound Sword was absent, yet he still possessed eleven divine weapons.
"The formation is failing! The hall will collapse!"
"Stop him at Fleeting Water Bridge! If he escapes today, none of our clans or sect brothers will survive!"
The opulent immortal palace lay in ruins—wine spilled, flames roared.
All had bloodlust in their eyes, shedding their cultivator facades like frenzied beasts.
Xian Jianchen lost track of time and pain, his ears deaf to all sound.
Uncounted swords wielded, innumerable slain, immeasurable jars drunk.
The Cloud Sea Grand Formation dyed crimson—gazing toward Huawel Sect’s Main Peak, no cranes, auspicious clouds, or palaces remained, only a vast sea of blood.
Corpses and dismembered limbs plummeted beneath the bridge, devoured by competing five-colored carp.
Only when Huawel Sect’s contemporary elites lay exhausted and dead did the Cloud Sea Grand Formation’s mist finally dissipate.Xian Jianchen gazed into the distance, where corpses lay strewn across Fleeting Water Bridge.
At the western horizon, the dying sun bled crimson as cold crows soared askew.
He heard the mountain wind whistling through shattered bones, like a muted, icy flute.
"Who else?!" Sword energy rippled outward, causing the satiated five-colored carp to burst into bloody blossoms.
"Xian Jie!" Xian Jianchen roared, "I know you're still here—show yourself—"
His eyes were bloodshot, his body drenched in blood, resembling a malevolent spirit clawing its way from a pile of corpses—a far cry from the grace of the Sword God.
Suddenly, a voice called from behind: "Xian Lang!"
"Yue Niang!" Xian Jianchen's heart trembled, a subconscious smile curling his lips as he turned toward the familiar figure.
In that instant, a long sword pierced his chest.
"You—"
Xian Jianchen gaped, lifting his eyes to the girl's vacant stare.
The dark arts of the Western Sea—soul-snatching sorcery.
Staggering backward, he collided with the bridge railing. In that flash of understanding, countless realizations dawned upon him, even a fleeting thought:
"Seeing this sword from this angle for the first time... So this is how it feels to be wounded by one's own Lifebound Sword."
"Yue Niang." He reached out, catching the girl as she fell into his embrace.
"What happened? Did I hurt you?" Du Qiuyue's eyes were hollow as she groped blindly.
Unable to stand, Xian Jianchen slumped onto the cold stones of Fleeting Water Bridge, cradling the girl and patting her gently. "A mere scratch could never harm me."
The girl blinked. "Where are we? Why can't I see anything?"
Her meridians had been shattered by the soul-snatching spell, then further damaged by the backlash of Xian Jianchen's protective sword energy. Blood streamed from her orifices, her bones and sinews fractured beyond repair.
Only the lingering effects of rare elixirs consumed in the past, coupled with her protective cloak, sustained her fading breath.
Xian Jianchen watched her, the searing pain in his chest wound feeling as though his body were being torn asunder.
The earth, sky, setting sun, and sea of blood began to spin violently around him.
"We're... on our way to the temple fair. It's already dark."
"What about those people? Weren't you fighting?"
Xian Jianchen's voice turned hoarse. "I drove them all away."
The girl's face brightened. "I knew you would win!"
Her memories—real and false—swirled in chaos. She smelled no blood, saw no mountains of corpses around her, felt no pain.
"After all, I am the Sword God." Xian Jianchen smiled through falling tears. "I am the greatest under heaven."
The carefree, wandering days of his past rapidly faded, leaving only endless regret in the book of his life.
He had ten thousand things left to say, yet suddenly found himself speechless.
The girl's body began glowing with violet-crimson light, igniting from her feet upward, gradually turning to ashes:
"I want to sleep for a while. When I wake, let's go somewhere no one knows you. We'll build a small courtyard, plant vegetables, grow flowers, dig a little pond, and have two children..."
Xian Jianchen nodded. "Alright, sleep now. We'll be there when you wake."
The girl gently touched the wound on his chest, as if pinning a wildflower to his robes. "So beautiful."
Xian Jianchen reached to grasp her hand.
A handful of blazing ash slipped through his fingers.
Clad in her red cloak, the girl burned like a flame.
Reduced to dust and scattered smoke.
No amount of protective measures he had prepared could guard against his own sword energy."Brother. You cannot defeat me." Xian Jianchen's voice echoed from behind. "I know you too well. I know exactly what kind of trap you would walk into. I know how to lie - what proportion of truth and falsehood would be most convincing. When they told you seventy percent truth, you naturally believed it, but you never imagined that the one who risked death to bring you news wasn't from Red Leaf Temple, but my follower. The moment you stepped into Cosmos Palace, you entered my game. For this day, I knelt in Red Leaf Temple for a hundred years."
He threw his head back and laughed wildly, tears streaming from his eyes.
Xian Jianchen knelt on the cold Fleeting Water Bridge, his eyes vacant, allowing the other to approach from the bridge's end.
Xian Jianchen looked down at him with pity in his eyes: "First the medicine you gave me, then making you expend Spirit Qi to save others, bleed to kill... These would be enough against others, but you are the Sword God. The only thing that can kill you is your own Lifebound Sword. Pity that after a lifetime of heroism, conquering the world, you end up dying at the hands of your dao companion. Xian Chen, someone like you should never have married."
"Ah—" Xian Jianchen roared at the sky, his disheveled hair flying wildly.
The howl was piercing, shooting straight into the clouds, echoing through the Hua Wei mountains - not like a human voice, but like the roar of a desperate beast.
"Crack!"
He actually broke his Lifebound Sword with his own hands.
The upper half of the broken sword was forcibly absorbed into his Purple Palace, while the other half remained in his grasp.
Xian Jianchen was shocked, sensing danger, and immediately fled into the distance.
Xian Jianchen rose to his feet using the broken sword as support, while fierce winds howled between heaven and earth, sword energy crisscrossing everywhere.
Xian Jianchen was a step too slow - a gash opened on his ribs from the sword light, instantly bleeding profusely.
He exhausted his Spirit Qi to flee, but couldn't escape the broken sword.
The sun set, the moon rose, the stars shifted across the sky.
Two blood-stained figures chased thousands of miles, crossing mountains and rivers, rushing into the vast snowy plains, leaping across the fierce winds of Ice-Cracking Abyss, until they reached the continent's edge.
Xian Jianchen was stabbed in the abdomen and back, countless wounds deep enough to reveal bone.
He vomited blood violently, falling from the clouds.
He stopped fleeing - they had reached the Sky-Supporting Tree.
Thick fog surrounded them, no path ahead, the boundary between yin and yang separated - where else could he flee?
Xian Jianchen stood before him, the blood on his body already dried, his expression relatively calm, showing no signs of madness.
But Xian Jianchen knew this man had already gone insane.
"Why?"
He heard Xian Jianchen ask, and suddenly laughed: "You ask me why? Have you forgotten, since childhood, I was the smarter one, the one who could devise ways to earn money and keep us alive! Why did you get the supreme Spirit Root? I couldn't cultivate to immortality, yet had to stay and watch you become immortal? The day I achieved great success in demonic arts was the happiest moment of my life. Why did you have to appear and destroy everything I had!"
Xian Jianchen remained silent.
Xian Jianchen laughed until he coughed up blood: "Do you know what kind of life I lived every day in the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda? Do you know what kind of demons and monsters are imprisoned there? If I didn't use some methods, how could I escape? It's just that those monks were too easily deceived, believing I had truly cultivated Buddhist nature. It's just that those people in Cosmos Palace were foolish and greedy, deserving to be pawns."
In most cases, when children display early wisdom, appearing much smarter and more alert than their peers, it's because they possess a Spirit Root.
But there are always exceptions.
In this world, some who show great promise in youth may not fulfill it, while others achieve success later in life.
Xian Jianchen's gaze was profound: "A hundred years ago, I shouldn't have sent you to Red Leaf Temple."
He approached with the broken sword in hand, a trail of blood winding behind him.Xian Jie leaned against the Sky-Supporting Tree and suddenly shouted, "Xian Chen, I am your biological brother, your only blood relative in this world. Do you truly intend to kill me?"
Xian Jianchen remained unmoved. A cold glint flashed across the broken edge of his sword.
Tears of blood streaked Xian Jie’s face as he cried hoarsely, "Back when we first joined the Huawel Sect, you were envied and nearly pushed off the Broken Mountain Cliff. I risked my life to pull you up! You said yourself that you owed me your life—does that no longer count? Have you forgotten?!"
Xian Jianchen paused, lowering his gaze to the blood-dripping tip of his sword:
"Even if I kill you, those who died by your hand will not return. Nor will those who fell beneath my sword."
A sudden gleam ignited in Xian Jie’s desperate eyes. "Brother, spare me once more—I swear I will change this time! I know you’re angry because I caused Yue Niang’s death. I’ll find you someone exactly like her—"
A sword shadow swept down!
Xian Jianchen said calmly, "From this day forth, you shall remain beneath the Sky-Supporting Tree to reflect and repent—never to leave for all eternity!"
The broken sword struck, the sky shattered, and the earth split apart!
The ground was torn open, revealing a bottomless chasm.
"Ah!" Xian Jie’s chest was pierced by the broken sword, his battered body sent flying through the air.
Blood sprayed across the sky like a crimson meteor.
He plummeted into the abyss: "No—"
Would being buried deep underground not be worse than death?
The chasm closed slowly but relentlessly.
Xian Jie struggled to reach out, but the broken sword in his chest felt like a massive mountain, crushing him down.
"Boom!"
Beneath the Sky-Supporting Tree, the earth sealed shut.
A final, distant, and muffled roar echoed: "Xian Chen! You can’t keep me trapped—"
Xian Jianchen turned amid the swirling dust. A tear fell from the corner of his eye, striking the millennia-old frozen soil, leaving no trace.
He mounted the Shadowless Sword and soared into the vast sky.
……
The Huawel Sect had endured a nightmare.
The entire Western Sky Continent was trapped within it.
Everyone who had attended the banquet and witnessed what happened in the Cosmos Palace had perished.
The Huawel Sect’s strongest cultivators were all dead, leaving only elders, deacons, and disciples below the Nascent Soul stage.
Elders who previously held no real power were thrust forward to manage the situation, clearing away the rubble and corpses littering the bridges.
While they were still reeling in shock, that man returned—singing, wearing flowers, and drinking wine.
He sat atop the half-cleared ruins and said with a smile:
"Don’t be afraid. I truly have no wish to kill you. The demonic scourge has fallen to my sword. You were deceived by him—I won’t exterminate you all. I won’t return here again. The Huawel Sect is yours now."
The Huawel Sect elders, shrouded in the lingering sword aura, had believed their doom was inevitable. Yet, against all odds, that man made only one demand: "From now on, do not speak my name within this hall. Understood?"
But the crowd was too terrified. Only one person managed to respond in a faint, trembling voice.
"What’s your name?" Xian Jianchen asked impatiently, holding a wine jar.
The Golden Core elder shuddered uncontrollably. "M-my secular surname is Chen. My master bestowed the Daoist name ‘Xu Yun’."
Before he could finish, Xian Jianchen waved him off. "You’ll do. From now on, you’re the sect leader."
Xu Yun stood frozen, instinctively catching the wine jar Xian Jianchen tossed his way. His knees buckled, nearly sending him to the ground.
He wouldn’t die? And he was made sect leader?
After the initial euphoria came dread. As a mere Golden Core elder with neither cultivation strength nor powerful backing, how could he protect the shattered Huawel Sect?
What future could there be in leading this sect? And if that man ever returned in a drunken rage, what chance of survival would remain?Xu Yun, clutching a wine jar, chased onto the Fleeting Water Bridge and abruptly knelt, kowtowing: "My master is dead. I wish to pledge myself to the Sword God as his disciple."
Xian Jianchen curled his lips into a faint smile and chuckled lightly: "I killed your master, yet you still wish to become my disciple?"
Xu Yun kowtowed again, his voice hoarse as he shouted: "I wish to follow the Sword God! I beg the Sword God to become the leader of the Huawel Sect!"
There was no response for a long time. Only his own voice echoed through the mountains.
He slowly raised his head, seeing only the vast blue sky—the sword's shadow had vanished.
A curse descended from the clouds: "Go meet your ancestors!"
Xu Yun nearly gritted his teeth to dust. Shame, despair, and hatred surged within him like a tide.
Staggering to his feet, a sudden flash of insight struck his mind:
"Meet my ancestors... the ancestral hall?!"
Xian Jianchen had only killed the people, not destroyed their souls. The lingering souls, drawn by the formation, must have returned to the ancestral hall.
And the residual souls of Huawel Sect's past powerful generations were also enshrined there, receiving offerings!
Xu Yun broke into a frantic run, bursting into the ancestral hall, where he knelt before the ancestral tablets and swore:
He would dedicate his entire life to glorifying the sect!
After this incident, the Huawel Sect suffered greatly.
Sects that had not attended the meeting sighed in relief but considered taking advantage of Huawel Sect's misfortune, though they hesitated:
"After all, their leader was appointed by the Sword God. If we cause trouble for him right after the Sword God's selection, wouldn't that be disrespectful to the Sword God?"
Xu Yun deliberately spread rumors that Xian Jianchen had origins in the Huawel Sect and, out of lingering sentiment, was unwilling to annihilate them completely.
By leveraging people's fear of Xian Jianchen, the Huawel Sect managed to protect its spirit veins, spirit mines, magical artifacts, and treasures.
By the time other sects gradually realized that Xian Jianchen had no intention of returning to the Huawel Sect and that all the rumors were merely a delaying tactic, the sect had already, under Xu Yun's cautious and painstaking efforts, reclaimed its position as the top sect.
Thus, a deep-seated grudge was formed, and the Huawel Sect's leadership avoided any mention of that person or that banquet.
When Xu Yun had firmly secured his position as sect leader, he heard that the man had acquired a new divine weapon capable of suppressing others' self-destruction, named "Stay Your Hand," increasing his collection from eleven swords to twelve.
A few years later, he heard that the three divine weapons specialized in slaying demonic beasts had been destroyed, leaving him with only nine swords.
But the Sword God remained the Sword God—an unspoken fear in the hearts of countless people.
Until rumors spread that he had been injured and his Lifebound Sword was no longer by his side.
But he had taken on another disciple.
This disciple was even more formidable than he had been in his youth and eventually inherited his nine swords, escorting him to the edge of the continent.
Before Xian Jianchen met Song Qianji, he wandered alone and often murmured to his swords: "After I am gone, you are destined to scatter to the ends of the earth. What a pity."
The first time Xian Jianchen met Song Qianji, the latter was surrounded, his eyes bloodshot from slaughter.
In the struggle between life and death, he chanted a name curse, releasing a swarm of gracefully dancing spirit butterflies.
Just like the butterfly dance he had seen at the Huawel banquet the year he got married.
...
While hoeing the soil, Song Qianji found the other half of the broken sword.
He had long coveted the land beneath the Sky-Supporting Tree. This soil, enriched by the earth of Thousand Canals, the vitality of the Sky-Supporting Tree, and nourished by the Fountain of Immortality, was exceptionally fertile.
His true form, the tree, was tall and broad-canopied, standing at a distance from the other trees in the forest.
Leaving this cleared land solely for potato flowers seemed somewhat wasteful.
Song Qianji's hands itched, and his heart itched even more.
The day the golden fruit fell from the branch with a thud, he couldn't wait to plant to his heart's content.It was the third year since his fruition, and his new body had stabilized enough for him to venture beyond the... fields beneath the Sky-Supporting Tree.
In just three years, a wheat field had flourished vibrantly at the continent's edge. The wheat grew unusually tall, shimmering with golden brilliance under the sunlight.
The shrunken Chaos slept beneath the wheat stalks, snoring softly and occasionally flicking its tail.
The narration from within the Sky-Supporting Tree was profoundly astonished: "Wasn't this your former Domain?"
Song Qianji squinted, savoring the breeze and sunlight:
"Seems so."
The narration exclaimed: "Your original Domain vanished, yet you cultivated another one yourself. Song Qianji, truly worthy of being called the world's foremost master of farming!"
Song Qianji continued turning the soil, chuckling lightly at the words: "The sea of learning is boundless. The way of farming is vast and profound—I've merely scratched the surface."
Suddenly, his hoe-wielding arm stilled.
A bystander laughed, "Hey, what's wrong? Did you strike gold?"
Song Qianji didn't answer, carefully maneuvering his roots to unearth something pitch-black and lusterless from underground.
It had been buried so long that its Spirit Qi had nearly dissipated, almost merging completely with the earth.
Song Qianji wiped the mud from its surface with his sleeve, then sat down slowly while holding it. He summoned vines to retrieve something stored in the tree canopy.
Holding two halves of a broken sword, one in each hand, he slowly brought them together.
The fractured edges aligned perfectly, the intricate and beautiful patterns joining to form a complete longsword.
A stream of light flashed across the blade as the patterns regained their luster, blooming like a hundred flowers.
"Spring... Flowers." Song Qianji traced the ancient characters on the blade, speaking to the sword: "I'd wondered what character followed 'Spring'—turns out it's just Spring Flowers."
The Sword God's Lifebound Sword actually bore such a simple, ordinary name.
But then, Xian Jianchen's naming skills were truly lacking.
What normal person would include ominous weapons in their own name?
Song Qianji lightly tapped the blade, then had a sudden thought. He flipped the sword over and saw two faint ancient characters in the same position on the reverse side:
"Autumn Moon."
"Spring Flowers, Autumn Moon." Song Qianji laughed, shaking his head repeatedly.
Only someone like Xian Jianchen—with his infuriating way of speaking, his love for wearing flowers, and his habit of giving swords such names—would do this.
"I once had a sword too, also broken by my own hand."
His laughter gradually faded as he raised a hand to touch his brow bone.
The bone was smooth—the red mark he'd once deeply despised was long gone.
The master-disciple contract seemed never to have existed.
"You're the first one here this time. What are you standing there for?" Meng Heze bumped Ji Chen's shoulder. "Playing scarecrow?"
While joking, he warily scanned their surroundings, checking if the other had laid any Hidden Formations.
Whenever they journeyed to the continent's edge, their brotherhood became particularly fragile.
Ji Chen whispered, "Brother Song is cleaning his sword. I don't want to disturb him rashly."
Meng Heze retorted without thinking, "Impossible! Since Senior Brother Song became a tree, when has he ever touched a sword?"
Song Qianji hadn't laid hands on a sword for many years.
"If you don't believe me, go see for yourself," Ji Chen said.
Of course, Meng Heze wouldn't risk going alone. He turned to Wei Zhenyu, who was approaching:
"The Harvest Festival is about to start. We can't let Senior Brother Song miss it. You go."
The Thousand Furrows Harvest Festival gathered farming experts from various Farming Brigades, elite craftsmen from workshops, merchant caravans and traveling scholars from all regions, plus representatives from Cultivation World sects that had established relations with Thousand Canals.
This day wasn't just a grand event for the Cultivation World—it was also a major celebration for the farming, craftsmanship, and academic communities.
Wei Zhenyu glanced at them both. "Do I look stupid to you?"
He whistled, calling to Chaos napping nearby.
In the past, Chaos would immediately recognize this sound as mealtime and come flying eagerly for barbecue-flavored Inexhaustible Fire.
Now Chaos just turned over, lazily swishing its tail at him, completely at ease.
Wei Zhenyu laughed in frustration, rolling up his sleeves as he strode forward. "After all these years I've fed you, you pretend not to know me just because you have wheat to eat now?!"
Ji Chen murmured to himself, "Brother Song calls it 'Good Boy,' while you only call it 'Stupid Chaos' and 'Dumb Chaos.' Did you think it couldn't tell the difference? It's actually quite clever... It still remembers its previous master, but it won't remain trapped in the past. Those who are gone won't return—a living Chaos must always look forward."Song Qianji heard the commotion, sheathed the Sword God's Lifebound Sword, and looked up.
Wei Zhenyu, who had been chasing Chaos, immediately stopped: "It, it scratched me! And tried to bite me!"
Ji Chen and Meng Heze, who had been pointing and watching the spectacle from afar, straightened up:
"Senior Brother Song."
"Brother Song."
Song Qianji called out "Good boy," and the rolling Chaos leaped forward, carrying the three on its back as it soared into the sky.
With four wings piercing through clouds and chasing the wind, they swept past the golden Sky-Supporting Trees and wheat fields, the pitch-black Ice-Cracking Abyss and pristine snow plains, flying toward Thousand Canals.
Mountains and great rivers flashed by in an instant.
Seated on Chaos's back, Song Qianji enjoyed the breeze while taking out the Nine Swords one by one to polish them.
"Master, though they must till the land with me now, I will take good care of them."
These swords left by Xian Jianchen each had distinct temperaments and were extremely difficult to tame. Yet in this vast world, divine weapons would always find their rightful owners.
As spring blossoms and autumn moons come and go, the relentless river of time surges onward, washing away heroes like froth in its waves.
Beneath the endless sky upheld by the forest of Sky-Supporting Trees, the curtain slowly rises on new legends, and the story never truly ends.
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