A modern-day wage slave transmigrated into Jia Zhengliang, the western country bumpkin who wielded twelve throwing knives and dreamed of slaying immortals three hundred times.
But the plot fell apart the moment I opened my eyes.
Feng Shayan blocked the doorway, her voice cold. “My father wants me to have a child with you.”
Me: “Wait, this isn't how the story goes!”
She punched a hole through the wall behind me. “Choose me, or choose death.”
At the Jia family ancestral hall, I stumbled upon a mysterious ring and inherited the peerless Primordial Sword Art.
From then on, I refined qi into swords and spirit into intent.
Throwing knives? That was just the beginning.
With the sword intent burning in my heart, I'll sweep away every injustice in the world!
With the sword in my hand, I'll cleave open the gate of fate!
From Jia Village to Mount Longhu, from the World Society to Nason Island...
Feng Shayan's silver hair was like snow, and Lu Linglong's eyes shone like stars. Amid the raging conflict among Outsiders, I held a sword and asked the lofty “Heavenly Gate”:
“Does this path lead through?”
