Wuxia Crossover: I Chopped Wood with Fu Hongxue for Ten Years

I transmigrated into the body of a homeless orphan and met Fu Hongxue, who was living under an assumed name, when I was eight. I followed him and chopped wood for ten years, swinging my blade five thousand times a day. He handed me a rusty saber and said I had graduated. I caught it by the blade and looked toward the distant mountaintop. The saber was too fast, so fast that time itself seemed to run backward. I gripped the hilt and asked, “So, should I go?” He turned around and hoisted the firewood onto his back. “Go on. The jianghu is waiting for you.”