Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber: I Know a Little Immortal Magic, and Zhang Sanfeng Is Stunned

Swallowed by flames from the start, he was saved by a flash of golden light. When he opened his eyes, he was in the world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.

Below Mount Wudang, Yuan soldiers massacred a village, and he fell into a pool of blood. The next second, his wounds healed and he came back to life on the spot.

He became a disciple of Wudang, but secretly practiced the nameless immortal arts in his sea of consciousness. Phasing through walls, controlling sleep, summoning heavenly lightning... While everyone else was still practicing Wudang's Nine Yang Skill, he was already figuring out how to improve the Cloud Ladder Skill with immortal arts.

Ten years later, Zhang Sanfeng's hundredth-birthday celebration arrived.

Heroes from Shaolin, Emei, and Kunlun gathered to demand Xie Xun's whereabouts, leaving Zhang Cuishan and his wife in a bind.

From the back of the crowd, a young man slowly stepped forward. "Esteemed seniors, today is my grandmaster's birthday. How about... we come back another day to make demands?"

He Taichong sneered. "You're still wet behind the ears!"

The next moment, the young man vanished into thin air. When he reappeared behind He Taichong, he was idly playing with the short saber at his waist.

"Senior, this saber's not very well made. Want me to break it for you?"

With a slight movement of his finger, the steel saber snapped in two.

The whole place fell silent.

Zhang Sanfeng's hand trembled slightly as he stroked his beard. When had this kid learned that trick behind this old man's back?

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