A Certain Wanderer of the Martial World Relies on His Sword

Xiao Zhao was reborn into a dynasty resembling ancient times. Before he was even weaned, he was already dreaming of getting rich, when he saw his father leap three meters into the air. Xiao Zhao realized this world was no ordinary place... At seven, he listened skeptically as a hulking man over two meters tall, with muscles like lumps of stone, recounted the ancestral legacy of the Thief Saint. At thirteen, his father said he was taking him hunting, but instead carried a compass and a Luoyang shovel and enthusiastically dug holes. Xiao Zhao finally understood why his family was so rich despite being hunters... Alas, fate came full circle. At just fifteen, Xiao Zhao became an orphan. To keep his conscience clear (and avoid being struck by lightning), he cut himself off from his inheritance, sold some “family heirlooms,” and turned to studying medicine to save lives... By the age of twenty, life was peaceful and uneventful. With a moral outlook that set him apart from the world, Xiao Zhao was still alone. A lifelong bachelor in both his lives, Xiao Zhao heard a matchmaker talk about the prominent families of the great city. Armed with strange techniques, peerless lightness skills, mediocre medical knowledge, swordsmanship he had never practiced, and the mysterious sword that had killed his father, he set off for the capital of An... But as soon as he left the little county town, Xiao Zhao’s worldview was shattered once again... “This really doesn’t look like a low-martial-arts world. Maybe I should go back and train some more?”