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

There was even more life, and it made one feel warmer.


"Master and disciple... always resemble one another."


Yan Xin eyed Qi Lie, scrutinized him attentively, and said, "Actually, you and Zhao Tongtian are also very similar."


Qi Lie subconsciously stood even straighter and smiled. "Disciples from Golden Turtle Peak are all the same."


Yan Xin praised, "Zhao Tongtian, upright and stern like a sword, naturally his disciples would be like a sword too."


The Old National Master stood up, clapped his hands together, and brushed off his clothes.


He stopped feeding the Carp Pond and came over to Qi Lie, extending his palm and affectionately placing it on the shoulder of this junior.


Yan Xin led Qi Lie to the top of the small tower.


The view here was excellent; standing on the roof, one could see the entirety of Great Chu Imperial City just with the naked eye.


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