On their wedding day, Jiang Han's god-given glazed bone was pulled away by his master, his senior brother took away his foundation, and his fiancée stabbed him in the heart with a sword. When the blood stained his wedding robe, he realized that it was all a carefully designed scam.
"From today on, I, Jiang Han, use my sword as my bone."
The useless man who was thrown off the cliff unexpectedly woke up at the bottom of the Sword Burial Abyss. The Eternal Broken Sword trembled and groaned, and the broken sword intention merged into his hollow spine. He held the rusty ancient bronze sword.
Three years later, Jiang Han returned from the abyss. In the past, the master had founded a sect, the senior brother was famous in all the nine states, and his fiancée Fengguan Xiapei married another Tianjiao.
During the sect's grand ceremony, a sword light split the sky.
Jiang Han stepped on the sword, his back as straight as a sword: "Today, I am here to retrieve my bones."
"Who dares to stop me?"
"It's just a sword."
