The Max-Level Sword God Is Forced to Start from the Village Chief

I once brought frost to fourteen states with one sword, and I was the God of Ten Thousand Swords who was famous throughout the sky. I have ruled for eternity and suppressed the World-Destroying Demon Lord. Now, I have lost all my cultivation and have no memory, but I was picked up by a girl who was on the run and became the acting head of a rundown village on the border. The villagers thought I was a down-and-out scholar who couldn't carry my weight on my shoulders, and could only stare at the crooked-necked tree at the entrance of the village. They don't know that when I look at that tree, I think of the first law of heaven that I cut off. They didn't even know that the rogues who caused trouble in the village were surrounded by the same low-level evil energy that I casually beat to death. Until one day, the imperial cavalry broke through the border, and the demon sect's minions were secretly watching, hoping to turn the village into a land of blood. I sighed, put down the hoe in my hand, and said to the group of villagers behind me who had been "unintentionally" pointed out a few times by me and were now able to smash mountains and rivers with their fists: "Today, I will teach you the first lesson: what does it mean that gods cannot be insulted?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.