A Sword Cultivator in the Mortal World

A sword in one hand, wine in the other. In his leisure, he drinks three hundred cups at a sitting; in battle, a flash of his sword chills the Nine Provinces. Li Daoxuan, for whom do you wield your sword? I wield it for the glorious world behind me. What of the Heavenly Immortals? What of demons? If anyone so much as harms my world, I swear to carve half your realm away with the sword in my hand. I am but an ordinary man of this world, a free and unrestrained swordsman.