The sword will not let me bow my head.
So I won't.
This is a "madman's story."
The protagonist, Mo Xie, opened his meridians at six, began Qi Refining at eight, and reached Foundation Establishment at ten. He was once a martial arts prodigy, the kind seen only once in a century.
At twelve, his dantian shattered.
From then on, everyone saw him as a good-for-nothing.
At seventeen, the Lin family came to break off his engagement. In the assembly hall, the eyes of more than twenty clan elders looked down on him from above, stripping him bare of every shred of dignity.
He stood there, listening to them.
Then he smiled.
They laugh at me for being mad; I laugh at them for being blind.
They didn't know his martial cultivation was ruined, but his sword cultivation remained.
In this world, martial arts reign supreme. Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul... Nine realms and twenty-seven stages: this is the path everyone recognizes as the right one.
And the sword? Since it can be cultivated without a dantian, the world calls it the "path of the good-for-nothing." No one practices it in the kingdom, the empire, or anywhere on the entire continent.
But Mo Xie insists on taking this path.
He cultivates the art of "One Sword Opens Heaven and Earth," a sword path no one has ever mastered.
He's greedy, lecherous, loyal to his friends, and clear about whom he loves and hates.
He'll risk life and limb for his friends, but haggle over every last coin.
He'll keep walking until the whole world has no choice but to admit it:
The sword path was never for good-for-nothings.
It's a path only a true madman would dare to walk.
A million-character epic, with six thousand characters published daily.
Written for everyone who refuses to bow their head.
