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

The skies over Qing State and the Imperial City have changed.


This calculating young State Preceptor is still on the road... moving neither too fast nor too slow, unaware that great disaster is imminent.


Chen Jingxuan looked silently at the jade scroll extended before him.


As a Sky Watcher, he could use the Roundness Instrument to monitor the national fate and could sacrifice his own lifespan to scrutinize others' life lines.


He was almost omnipotent, yet he could not control his own destiny.


Chen Jingxuan hesitated for a moment and then took the jade scroll.


Jiang He had been observing the young State Preceptor's expression. He saw neither panic nor disappointment on Chen Jingxuan's face, as if this upheaval triggered by Lichao City's leniency was just a small ripple.


He handed the jade scroll back and sincerely asked, "Are the people of Qingyang City alright?"


Chapter 39 24 Hours (23)_2