The Sword Immortal Is in the World

Three thousand years of practice, in exchange for a cup of herbal tea. I am Li Changan, the Great Sword Immortal who once cut off the Immortal Sect with one sword. Now I am just a mortal shopkeeper who runs a teahouse at the foot of the green mountain. No one in this world knows me, but quite a few people think my teahouse is easy to bully. Elder Jindan from the Blood Evil Sect came to destroy the shop. I waved my cattail leaf fan and they turned into ashes in the wind. The Patriarch of Transformation God came to question me in person. I invited him to drink a cup of tea, and he knelt down and begged me for advice on the exercises. The ancient seal on Cangwu Mountain collapsed, and the demon who had been suppressed for three thousand years was about to be born. I walked up to the top of the mountain, holding on to a dead branch broken off by the roadside, and held out three swords. The devil asked me: How much sword power do you have left after reincarnation? I stuffed it back into the seal and stuck the dead branch in front of it. "You guess."