The Ling Jian Sect is no longer the famous sect that could compete with the Mist and Rain Sword Sect in the past - the sect is in dilapidated condition, and there are only three and a half disciples left. The current leader, Shen Shuhan, is a scumbag who has been training as a third-level martial artist for ten years and wants to run away with a bottle of wine every day.
It wasn't until the Qingzhu Sect pressed for debts, the Iron Sword Sect snatched swords, and even the most reliable senior sister Su Lingshuang was put in danger to chase the escort thief, that Shen Shuhan discovered that half of the sword manual in this broken sect, the soul-slaying sword that was so cold that his hands were numb, and the candy cake clutched by his younger junior sister Lin Weiwei, turned out to be things he could not bear to throw away.
The iron plate stuffed by the mysterious old man in the corner of the market contains the old secrets of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and the cold light of the Soul-Destroying Sword is wrapped in an obsession that even he himself is not aware of. When the Iron Sword King's broadsword shattered the mountain gate, and when the black whirlwind's ax pointed at the little junior sister with red eyes from crying, this bad leader who just wanted to hide in the back mountain and drink, finally took hold of the cold iron sword——
"Want to demolish my mountain gate? I'll ask Zhanhun first if he agrees!"
The martial arts disciple broke through, the secret of the two swords, and the old friend watched in the dark. A "counterattack by the master" who was forced to go into business started with a half jar of peach blossom wine and a rusty iron sign. In the shadow of the sword, the signboard of the Lingjian Sect was re-erected.
