He was once a sword poised atop the world’s hidden realm, codenamed “Guixu.”
A pair of bamboo chopsticks could rout a thousand soldiers; a trace of killing intent could subdue mountains and rivers.
Five years ago, unable to let go of his past and facing a hidden threat that could destroy the world, he sealed away his cultivation and disappeared into the noisiest corners of the city. He became a laid-back young man who loved food and kept a completely upside-down schedule.
She had grown up on the old street: Su Xiao, the landlord’s bright-smiling daughter.
She had no idea that the old injury on Brother Yan’s left hand, the same guy who helped her carry goods and mooched meals, had once silenced the world’s strongest fighters.
Her only worries were her graduation thesis and the loan sharks she couldn’t stand. She firmly believed life was like the osmanthus cakes sold at the end of the old street: ordinary, but sweet.
When greedy hands reached for this old street, so full of warmth, and thugs’ clubs came crashing down on the Su family’s shop,
Lin Yan sighed and set down his half-eaten bowl of scallion noodles.
He had hoped to keep protecting these three stolen years of peace with nothing but “coincidence” and “good luck.”
But then old acquaintances came looking for him, and a tidal wave of past grudges and a world-ending crisis crashed down on the little city once more...
At last, Lin Yan realized that enjoying a quiet bowl of everyday food could sometimes be harder than wiping out every demon under heaven.
So, with bamboo chopsticks, he commanded the kings of combat; with a teacup, he subdued the greatest prodigies.
With his own strength, he drew a line around the entire city: no martial arts allowed.
“Don’t call me Guixu anymore.”
Under the streetlamp at the mouth of the alley, he casually waved to the top fighters who had come from all over the world:
“Call me Lin Yan. Or... Brother Yan.”
