No System + Jianghu + High Martial Arts + Imperial Court
Xu Fuyao, heir to the Northern Liang, was born with a peerless Xuanyin constitution. He gasps after three steps and coughs up blood after five.
Everyone knows him as a "short-lived ghost," and it's been declared that he won't live to see twenty.
To honor a promise, he drags a nanmu coffin behind him, takes a skinny horse, and stumbles into the jianghu.
When he encounters bandits, he coughs so hard he can barely breathe. "Heroes, please go easy on me. I'm afraid of pain."
When he meets peerless experts, his face turns deathly pale. "I'm frail and can't handle a shock."
The world laughs at Northern Liang for sending a sickly man out to make a fool of himself.
Then one day, when divine thunder from the nine heavens surrounds him and his beloved confidante's life hangs by a thread,
the sickly heir who could drop dead at any moment lets out a soft sigh and snaps off a blade of grass to use as a sword.
In an instant, frost descends across ten thousand miles, and a single sword's radiance chills the world!
Xu Fuyao wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiles warmly. "This sword of mine is called 'Funeral.' Which of you would like to be the first to meet your end?"
Only then does the jianghu learn that his peerless Xuanyin constitution is, in fact, the legendary Xuanyin Sword Body, unseen once in ten thousand years!
