Panda Who Wrestler

"Sword Cultivators may die standing, but they shall never live on their knees!"
Xie Xuanyi fell into the Northern Sea, yet, under the nourishment of the "Undying Spring," he unexpectedly welcomed a second life.
Chronic ailments had faded, and new flames reignited.
A single ember can set the fields ablaze.
Enchantresses, Sword Immortals, Buddhist disciples... A multitude of demons danced chaotically as a great tide approached, heralding another golden age!
In his previous life, his body was frail; in this life, he would refine his body with golden vital energy, achieving indestructible, crystal-clear Vajra bones!
If the three hundred flying swords of the past were all broken, then he would forge an entire Sword Qi Cave Heaven!
"Talismans, formation patterns, Daoist techniques—I only know so much—"
Xie Xuanyi sat alone within a great array, with his former long sword placed across his knees.
"Who says the path realized by Sword Cultivators can only be the Sword Dao?"

Remould the Glory of Sword Art

Chenqing Mountain, midnight, cool as water.


Xie Xuanyi, in somber black, sat crossed-legged on a large rock, resting with closed eyes and his long sword lying across his knees.


A crisp striking noise echoed from afar.


Chenqing Mountain was full of purple bamboo, and the sound was that of a sharp weapon colliding with the bamboo.


In the bamboo forest at midnight, shrouded in a faint mist, the meeting at this moment was just like the soul encounter inside the demon artifact three days ago.


The two stood ten feet apart, each only showing a rough outline.


Neither could see the other's true face.


The figure ten feet away stood tall as a mountain, consistent with the image of the soul in the demon artifact.


However, at this moment Jia Liu's voice came from all directions.


If one closed their eyes, they could not tell the direction from which the speaker was actually located.


Chapter 40: A, B, C, D, All are Pawns