[No System, Not a Power Fantasy, Traditional Xuanhuan, A Catastrophic Start from the Start, Sword Arts]
Long before Fang Qingmo was born, the Fang clan was massacred. His mother, Fang Xinyan, fought her way to safety and raised him in a small town, living as a peasant woman.
The sword arts that the Fang clan had once been so proud of became a derided, second-rate secret technique after the clan's destruction.
With humble origins, an inferior sword art, and enemies on his heels, how will Fang Qingmo rise to the top and restore his clan?
(Power fantasies are like chewing gum. They're flavorful at first, but the more you chew, the blander they become.
Traditional xuanhuan is like a glass of red wine. The first sip may be bitter, but its lingering taste is rich and sweet.
If you've chewed enough gum, why not give red wine a try?)
