Sharp Knife

In this lawless realm of martial arts, I unsheathe my sword and ascend, its blade cutting through the emptiness, devoid of guilt or remorse. In a world where no being adheres to the Dao, I execute judgment with the sharp edge of my blade. Beneath the icy scrutiny of the starlit sky, I brandish my sword with disdain.
The journey to the Great Dao is fraught with challenges, but with a single stroke of my sword, I carve a path, standing supreme and unparalleled!

Heaven Slaying Blade

""So, have you agreed, senior?" Chu Mo asked.


"I agreed to what? Didn't I say that we would talk about it when you have a chance of becoming a saint?" The cold voice of the gentiana carried a hint of faint annoyance, clearly displeased.


"I am hopeful of becoming a saint now," Chu Mo stated straightforwardly.


"..." The gentiana clamped its mouth shut, not wishing to deal with him any longer.


This man was utterly shameless, simply despicable! From where did he derive such confidence to believe he had a chance to become a saint?


Not only did the gentiana think this, but even the supreme elixir, which was scared into near silence by Chu Mo, thought the same.


Chapter 1197: A Taoist Temple