Eighteen Weapon Spirits

Before his death, my grandfather left his last words: "When the knife wakes up, run away immediately." Shen Ye didn't listen. He opened the cellar door. The sword called Po Jun had been waiting for three hundred years for the last member of the Shen family. Dao said: "Your grandfather has guarded me all my life, I owe him a life." From that moment on, the ordinary boy became the sole co-owner of the Eighteen Weapon Spirits. Lawful, ambitious, and neutral, the three major family camps are all eyeing him. Some people wanted to protect him, some wanted to catch him, some wanted to use him, and some were watching him coldly in the dark - that person waited even longer, waiting for him to grow, feed the weapon spirit, and then devour it all. Shen Ye only had a wooden stick, a sleeping knife, and a few unreliable companions. But his grandfather stayed for forty years and never took a step back. Neither will he. The knife woke up. The last defender stood up.