You Said You Were Going to Retire in the Mountains, So Why Did You Slay the Immortal Emperor with One Sword?

After spending a hundred years drawing his sword atop a snowy mountain, Shen Qiu is still stuck at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He has always thought he was a good-for-nothing in the cultivation world.

Then his master passes away. Following his final wishes, Shen Qiu takes his sword case and urn of ashes down the mountain, planning to find a small town and live out the rest of his days.

He is troubled. He only knows one sword-drawing technique, his cultivation is weak, and the world below the mountain is so dangerous. How is he supposed to survive?

And yet...

When bandits block his way, he draws his sword to defend himself, hoping to scare them off. By accident, he splits an entire mountain in two.

When he comes across a young brute bullying men and women, he draws his sword to teach him a lesson. One sword aura later, the man and his soul have both been vaporized.

A peerless prodigy looks down on him, so Shen Qiu reluctantly draws his sword for a friendly contest. His opponent’s Dao heart and sword shatter into pieces.

The saintesses of holy lands, demonesses of demonic sects, and peerless female emperors all come looking for him, crying and begging to be his sword scabbard.

Shen Qiu is troubled. “I really am only at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Why do you keep forcing me to draw my sword? I just want to drink some wine in peace, listen to a few dirty jokes, and live like an ordinary townsman. Is that so hard?”