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

She instinctively wanted to draw the blade at her waist, but that thought was quickly abandoned.


A cultivator in Qi Control attempting to challenge the Yang God Realm?


If Chong Kan wanted to kill her, he needed only a wisp of Divine Thought.


Even now, Deng Baiyi still did not feel any threat.


The Great True Master's black robe was lifted by the wind. He stared at the empty meditation mat, a trace of imperceptible sorrow flitting through his eyes.


Tianyuan Mountain fell silent once more. To Deng Baiyi's surprise, the Great True Master showed no intention of acting... Deng Baiyi understood why this Taoist sect rivalry had arisen, and knowing the Great True Master's nature, it seemed inappropriate for them not to act after catching her trespassing.


Chapter 59: I Am Not Myself