The Wuxia World Inside a Box

Xu Daoqing found a solid wood box at his grandfather's house. Inside was an ancient sect called the Huashan Sect.

There were also a group of tiny people in the sect, who spent their days practicing swordsmanship and meditating, living carefree lives.

That was until the sect descended into infighting. One by one, the tiny people fell to the ground, blood slowly trickling from their wounds.

He saw a trembling young man about to be killed by an opponent wielding a sword. With a flick of his finger, he sent the tiny man bursting into a cloud of blood mist.

From then on, the young man blessed by a heavenly god unexpectedly became the leader of the Huashan Sect.

“But why is it me, Xu Daoqing, standing in the great hall to accept the position of sect leader, and appearing in the bridal chamber late at night?”

Looking at the youthful face in the bronze mirror, Xu Daoqing couldn't help thinking, “Did my consciousness possess this young man's body? Does that mean I can finally fulfill my childhood dream: to roam the world with a sword, getting drunk and dreaming away my days in the embrace of beautiful women?”