Little Martial Uncle Got Stabbed Again

[Bad at writing blurbs, please read the story] High above Yunlan Peak, in the Qingfeng Sect, a peerless sword radiating an overwhelming aura tore through the barrier between the immortal and mortal realms and descended menacingly into the mortal world. Atop the mountain, a fairy with a suggestive figure, willow-leaf brows, and a beauty mark between her eyes stood tall and unshaken, gazing at the vicious sword about to fall without taking it seriously at all. A moment later, the sword plunged down with brutal force, easily piercing the fairy’s sturdy chest and emerging from her back. Seeing this, the disciples couldn’t help grinning knowingly.

“Brothers and sisters, our junior grand-uncle has been stabbed again!”

“Wonderful! Junior grand-uncle got stabbed again!”

“After taking that stab, junior grand-uncle’s cultivation must have advanced quite a bit again. Maybe she’s finally become truly invincible in the world?”

“Fools! Junior grand-uncle was born with the bones of a sword and a sword-heart formed by nature. She is the sword immortal of this age, able to destroy mountains and rivers with a single thought and change the sky with a single sword. How could mere mortals like us presume to fathom her level of cultivation?”

“Senior brother is right. I spoke too hastily.”

The Qingfeng Sect was immediately filled with cheerful cries of filial piety.