Ashes of the Sword Bone

[No System, plot-driven, fast-paced, not slow-burn or brainless]

I was the greatest prodigy Qingyun Sword Sect had seen in a thousand years.

Yet during the sect tournament, my cultivation was destroyed and my spiritual meridians shattered.

The junior disciples who once looked up to me threw me into the mud. “A genius? You’re nothing but a loser!”

Late that night, as I ran my fingers over my shattered life-bound flying sword, a scoff suddenly came from its blade:

“Kid, the way you hold a sword looks like you’re gripping a poker.”

“With skills as pathetic as yours, you think you deserve to wield a sword?”

“Kneel and bow three times, and I’ll teach you what true swordsmanship is.”