When I woke up, I had become the dashing Sword Immortal from my own novel, the one who could settle the fate of the world with a single stroke! As a Sword Immortal, I was supposed to appear in white robes, my sword's cold light illuminating the nine heavens. But the lousy author always makes pheasants dance wildly whenever I fly on my sword, and my immortal manor collapsing has become an everyday occurrence! The promised script of the strongest son-in-law in the immortal realm has turned me into a laughingstock across the whole village! This Sword Immortal declares: I'm going back to the immortal realm to rebuild my image!!! Wait... Immortal Venerable, why are you joining the author in going crazy too?????
