From the Start, I Unearth a Grave to Save a Literary Master: The Entire Wuxia World Explodes

Word on the Jianghu is that Li Junian, the master of Sigu Men, died long ago in the East Sea. The whereabouts of the Shaoshi Sword are unknown, and the Kissing Neck Sword lies forever at the bottom of the ocean.

But no one knows that the down-and-out young man who shows up at Tongfu Inn every few days to mooch the cheapest iced tea, asking for refill after refill until the tea leaves are steeped into plain water, is the very same man who once cut down the elite of two Golden Mandarin Alliance ships with nothing but a sword: the best fighter under heaven.

His dantian is shattered, his internal injuries plague him, and he can't even beat a third-rate martial artist. Yet deep in his consciousness lies a Heart-Aspect Flower capable of reversing life and death.

If the flower doesn't bloom, he'll remain a cripple forever. If it does, he'll return to his peak.

But the flower only responds to "storytelling" and, more specifically, to hearing others sing his praises in their stories.

With no other choice, Li Qinghe has to sit in a corner and listen as the storyteller embellishes every detail of his long-ago exploits. As he listens, he grumbles to himself: Wang Lianhua didn't run away, did he?

He left only after delivering his threat! But for the sake of healing, he puts up with it.

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