Chen Xuan only believed in three things in his life: the knife in his hand, the robe beside him, and survival.
After serving in the army for twelve years, he survived the sword of the barbarians and the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses. He returned to the small mountain village called Qingxi with scars all over his body and ten taels of money.
He thought the hardest days were over.
He was wrong.
The night when Bai Shiying, a disciple of the Immortal Sect, passed by Qingxi Village, the moonlight was as bright as a knife. The whole village of one hundred and thirty-seven people, in just half a cup of tea, turned into corpses all over the ground. The reason is very simple - when the master is refining the elixir, he lacks ninety-nine living souls to use as medicine guide.
That night, something inside Chen Xuan broke.
It's not his spiritual roots or his dantian, but every head he chopped off on the battlefield and every drop of blood he shed in the past twelve years is the way to kill in the world.
From then on, the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect had an enemy that should not exist - a mortal who did not cultivate immortality, did not worship gods, and only killed immortals.
