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

"Rarer visitors, rarer visitors... come and sit down."


Deep within the Imperial City, in a small pavilion backed by Carp Pond, a chessboard lay spread out. An elder draped in a felt cloak sat sideways by the pavilion window, one hand playing chess pieces, the other gently scattering fish bait.


Thousands of shimmering scales rippled out, bringing Carp Pond to life as countless young fish leapt from the water, creating bursts of splashing sounds.


"Mr. Yan, Qi Lie visits by the order of his Master."


Qi Lie stood before the pavilion, respectfully bowing.


Commissioned to leave Da Sui Sword Palace, he had come to the Imperial City to visit his Master's old friend... This friend was none other than Yan Xin, the current State Preceptor of Great Chu.


"How has the Law Enforcer been lately?"


Yan Xin leaned against the window railing, watching the glittering gold from the carp pond, his face full of spring warmth, voice gentle.


Chapter 32 Golden Box