Ten Years in the Sutra Library, Then One Moment of Enlightenment to Rule the Martial World

The Great Zhou has stood for three hundred years. In the martial world, a single sword can decide life and death, and determine one’s standing. At the age of eight, Shen Shi was picked up from a heap of corpses and brought to the Xuantian Sword Sect. No one was willing to take him as a disciple, so they tossed him a broom and assigned him to guard the Scripture Repository, a place piled high with damaged, neglected scrolls. He stayed there for ten years. He kept his head down and let others walk all over him, hiding his edge in every bow. His mother had told him on her deathbed: “Don’t let anyone see the blade in your eyes.” But when his ancient sword, Zhaodan, chose him as its master and bowed to no one, not even the Sword Chief’s direct disciple; when the talent he had hidden for twenty-two years startled the sect’s Grand Elder in a single day; when an old massacre led to a high-walled mansion in the capital and a close relative he had never met The blade he had kept hidden was finally drawn. A freakish eye that understands everything at a glance × a repository that gathers every technique × stealing the fated hero’s opportunities. He plays the pig to eat the tiger, rising from a sweeping servant to a power who rules the martial world. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or people is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.