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

Ying City was a small city located sixty miles southwest of the Imperial City, in Ba County, Southern County. Merchants wishing to enter the Imperial City would often choose to rest here, making the little city affluent and prosperous. As a result, many generous young nobles from the Capital City would come to spend lavishly and enjoy themselves to the fullest.


Tonight was just an ordinary night in Ying City.


Except for the heavier rain, there were no other peculiarities.


Inside the private room of a small tavern,


the portal of the Transmission Array Talisman disappeared into the air, turning into specks of twinkling light.


Chapter 27: Taoist, Sword Cultivator, and Monk