[Traditional fantasy + swordsmanship + no mindless power fantasy + brisk pacing + not overly tragic + lighthearted]
His little tower needs money to awaken, but a sword cultivator's path begins in dire poverty!
Amid clashing blades, a hidden arrow whistles through the air. Li Luo points a finger, turns tea into a sharp sword, and smirks. “Holy Maiden, Divine Maiden, I haven't even won you over yet. How could I die?”
A cunning old fox who has no money to spare and only his life to offer, he insists on trampling the corpses of the heavens' chosen and plucking every aloof beauty from her lofty perch!
Years later, back on Earth, he looks back and sighs. “At first, I really only wanted to see what the Holy Maiden and Divine Maiden were like. I never imagined things would turn out this way!”
“I started cultivating just so that if someone beat me to death, at least I'd know who they were. But... I never expected to become the strongest by accident. What a surprise!”
