[Court and Jianghu + Swordsmanship + Passionate Action + Decisive and Ruthless + Cunning + Adorable Pets + Mystery Solving]
[I was born to wield a sword in the imperial court, yet I'd rather slack off in the Jianghu]
When the energy of Jia Wood soars into the sky, only Geng Metal can sever the Mandate of Heaven.
Yang Liang, a lazy Sword Sect disciple who carries a secret manual from the previous dynasty, laughed aloud on the night his master read his fate: “My destiny is decided by my pot, not by Heaven!”
His biggest daily dilemmas were:
Practicing swordsmanship wasn't as fun as playing with cats, and discussing the Dao wasn't as satisfying as simmering soup. That was, until black-armored cavalry stormed the mountain gate that night...
“The late emperor granted an iron certificate of immunity eighteen years ago. Is it enough to trade for the lives of the three hundred disciples of my Sword Sect?”
When the easygoing youth gripped the rusty Chengying Sword, the Jianghu finally learned what it meant to be:
“One sword chills fourteen provinces, half a pot of wine leaves princes drunk!”
In the imperial court, he is the last spark of a founding noble house;
In the Jianghu, he is the immortal beauty everyone on the rankings wants to bet on;
Before the Dao of Heaven, he is the sword-bearer before whom all the schools and sects must bow their heads.
[A Friendly Warning]
This is not a strictly single-heroine story!
Readers who are sensitive about romantic purity,
please proceed with caution!
