[Stream of Consciousness] [Swordsmanship] [No System] [Slow Burn]
Yuan Zizhao had worked as a waiter at a tavern for ten years. He was the kind of waiter people called when they wanted to order food.
Everyone laughed at him because he wanted to cultivate immortality. Some time ago, an immortal had come to town to read the children’s auras and recruit those with a destined connection into a cultivation sect. Yet this man, already well into his twenties, had shamelessly joined the queue too.
Then one day, a wounded young swordsman arrived at the tavern. After he died, he left behind a purple-green divine sword that, supposedly, only someone chosen by fate could draw.
Yuan Zizhao actually drew the sword, and with it opened the door to a long life of cultivation...
Many years later, powerful cultivators would often fight in inns and taverns, while reclusive masters would open taverns of their own for amusement. After all, one supreme sword cultivator had once said that though taverns and inns were small, they could hold the entire world of cultivators.
