[No system, plot flow, not slow, not brainless, fast pace]
I am a once-in-a-millennium genius from the Qingyun Sword Sect.
However, in the sect competition, his cultivation base was completely destroyed and his spiritual veins were cut off.
My juniors who once looked up to me threw me into the mud: "Genius? Just a waste!"
Late at night, I was stroking the broken flying sword of my life, and suddenly a sneer came from the sword:
"Boy, the way you hold the sword is like holding a fire stick."
"With your meager skills, are you qualified to use a sword?"
"Kneel down and kowtow three times. Ancestor will teach you what the true way of swordsmanship is."
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