In the southeast of the Sword Spirit Continent, where the remnants of the Cangwu Mountains stretched across the land, stood the Li family, a clan that had wielded the sword for generations. Early one morning, on the gravel training ground, sixteen-year-old Li Jianchen gripped a rusty iron sword and mechanically repeated the basic sword art, the Three Wind-Splitting Forms. He was thin, his coarse cloth clothes had faded from countless washes, and sweat dripping from his brow hit the ground, sending up dust that was quickly swept away by the north wind.
"Look at that good-for-nothing. He's practiced for three years and still hasn't grasped the basics of the Three Wind-Splitting Forms. What a disgrace to the Li family!"
The biting taunt came from the edge of the training ground. The speaker was Li Feiyang, the most talented youth of the current generation of the Li family and the son of the clan's grand elder. He swaggered over, the second-tier magical artifact Azure Edge Sword swinging at his waist, and kicked Li Jianchen hard behind the knee.
