Old Swordmaster Jiu Huang's Soul Travels into His Eighteen-Year-Old Self

His name was Huang Zhentu, but the only name the martial world remembered was Sword Nine Huang.

In a stable on a snowy night, he traveled six thousand li with a single sword before dying of exhaustion. When he opened his eyes again, he was eighteen. A blunt sword hung at his waist, a fragment of a manual rested in his arms, and the fate of Beiliang's next thirty years was all in his head.

His sword intent remained, but his hands could no longer wield a sword. He knew Xu Xiao's schemes, Xu Fengnian's path, the invincible man atop Wudi City's walls who had ruled for sixty years, and even how he himself would die.

If you know how things end, should you walk that road again?

He gave no answer. He strapped on his sword case and walked it again, one step at a time.

This time, Sword Nine would not retrace his path. He would forge it anew.

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