Shen Mobai was seventy when he spent his entire fortune at a shabby bookstall on a Qi Refining Manual.
At the twilight of his life, he drew qi into his body, and his withered meridians tore apart inch by inch.
He gritted his teeth and endured it, because ordinary gold could actually buy him a chance at immortality. The Heavenly Dao Pawnshop must be hiding some earth-shattering secret.
While the prodigies of his generation flew on swords, he leaned on a cane and swept the steps at the mountain gate;
when an enemy shattered three of his ribs with a single palm strike, he silently memorized the flaws in that enemy’s cultivation technique.
A thousand years later, prodigies from the immortal realm surrounded a white-haired old man. “Old fool, hand over the sacred artifact and we might spare your life!”
Shen Mobai ran his fingers over the mottled woodcutter’s blade. “This blade has helped me slay Golden Core cultivators and drink the blood of those undergoing tribulation... Today, it shall drink the soul of an Immortal Emperor.”
The first half is a little not that good, but the second half is pretty good. The author will keep working hard.