I Have an Orchid Sword

The jianghu is full of tales of Cultivation practitioners who can cleave mountains and rivers with a single sword.

But all I want is enough to eat and a quiet life in my shabby tavern.

Until one day, a blood-soaked swordsman collapses at my door and presses a jade slip into my hand with his dying breath.

“Take this… to the Qingyun Sect…”

I mean to sell it for drinking money, only to discover that it contains a peerless sword art.

From then on, I’m forced onto a road with no turning back.

Countless Cultivation practitioners hunt me from behind.

One immortal mountain after another blocks my way ahead.

I grip the rusty sword I picked up from a dead man and smile bitterly. “Can this piece of junk really cut open the gates of immortality?”