Wrestling Panda

"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

"I once said that if you could return alive from the northern hunt... I could tell you a secret."


The Little Emperor sat up straight, struggling to muster a semblance of authority.


But feigning idiocy was just an act, compliance too was just an act.


He wanted to break free from the Holy Empress's control, wanted to prepare for his true ascension to the throne, and for that, this momentum was indispensable.


Xie Xuanyi spoke casually, "If I'm not mistaken, you want to tell me... that you are a woman."


The Little Emperor stood up, still trying to maintain the emperor's authority, forcibly keeping his composure and sweeping his sleeves, but his voice trembled uncontrollably, "What nonsense are you spouting!"


Chapter 10 Orthodox