Wait, I Have a Sword to Question the Nine Provinces

Xianxia | Wuxia | Fantasy | Feudal Dynasty | Jianghu and Court

Jiang He grew up at Wild Crane Temple. When his master left, he descended the mountain full of anticipation, only to discover that the mountain had vanished without a trace.

And... there was no golden age below.

First came one assassination attempt after another, then the ramblings of an old man at a temple. What was the truth behind his origins? What lay hidden behind the Nine Provinces?

He slung a three-foot sword over his back and set out to uncover the truth.

Was it the Qingjiang City officials exploiting the people, or the strange and treacherous turmoil in the hundred thousand mountains of the Southern Frontier?

Was it the careful scheming of the world's sects, or the meticulous plans of the mastermind behind the scenes?

Was it the tender romance of mist and rain on the jianghu roads, or the schemes and rivalries within the imperial court?

Was it the grief of a fallen homeland, or the crisis of duty that came with a fallen people?

After traversing layers of mist, Jiang He raised a cup to the wind and dust:

There is no golden age below the mountain. I will carve out peace with my sword!

The writing is humorous, with the author's reflections occasionally woven in.

The early part is relatively slow-paced, while the middle picks up speed.

The ending... hasn't been figured out yet, haha.

The male and female leads each have their own careers and ambitions. They won't rely too heavily on each other; instead, they complement one another, loving and fighting each other along the way.

I think this is what ideal love should be like: neither person should be overly dependent on the other.

No harem / Plenty of laughs

A fusion of fantasy, wuxia, and xianxia

Slow burn / Hero's growth

Welcome to my jianghu!