Wuxia: Drunk on Song, Sword in Hand, Treading the Spring Breeze

Young people naturally have their dreams. Since there are so few sword immortals in the world, why shouldn't I become one? There are countless talented people under heaven, but can any of them withstand a single sword strike from me? After decades of sword cultivation, I raise my sword and laugh as I slay.

I remember the heavy snow that year, when I met my master. The first time I saw him, he was holding a sword and looked incredibly peculiar, more like a scholar than a sword cultivator. He asked if I wanted to become his disciple. Naturally, I refused. Ever since I was little, I'd wanted to become a sword immortal, a great sword immortal powerful enough to protect everyone. How could I become a scholar?

He seemed to see my hesitation. That day, I witnessed the most beautiful sword strike I'd ever seen, and only then did I understand what a sword was...

It took me a long time to come back to my senses. He smiled and asked if I wanted to become his disciple. I nodded. From that moment, I even thought he might be one of the legendary sword immortals. If he weren't a sword immortal, how could he have performed such a peerless sword strike?

"Kid, how about you trade me one summer for a sword immortal?"

"All right!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or people is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.