I was an outer-sect laborer at the Qingyun Sect, responsible for sweeping the grounds. Everyone called me a good-for-nothing at the first level of Qi Refining. Then inner-sect disciple Zhao Kun kicked over my pile of ash, and I casually snapped his mid-Foundation Establishment wrist.
Lin Qingxue, the inner sect's greatest genius, noticed me because of it. Her soul aura was identical to that of my wife, who had died a thousand years ago while shielding me from a tribulation.
But the note on her background read: "Heavenly Phoenix bloodline. Once awakened, she won't live past eighteen."
She was already seventeen.
During the inner-sect tournament, someone ambushed her with Soul-Eating Powder.
To protect her, I had no choice but to reveal a trace of my sword intent.
I gave my broom a light sweep, and an inner-sect genius at the peak of Foundation Establishment flew right out of the arena. To recover my cultivation as quickly as possible and save Lin Qingxue, I went alone to Red Wind Ridge and faced the Heaven-Devouring Serpent, a cultivator at the early stage of Spirit Transformation.
At death's door, I broke through three layers of seals in succession and slew it with a single sword strike.
But the truth that awaited me was even more cruel: my wife's soul had been split in two.
Seventy percent had reincarnated as Lin Qingxue, while the remaining thirty percent had been reborn within Su Nianqing, the good-for-nothing second daughter of a marquis's household thousands of miles away.
Neither of them would live past eighteen, and demons from beyond the realms were coming for them, drawn by their bloodline.
So I took the alias Shen Qi and entered the marquis's residence as a guard. When the Zhao family's young master publicly humiliated Su Nianqing, I sent him flying with one slap.
When the Zhao family's second-in-command brought men to force a marriage, I blew him away with one punch.
At the same time, a streak of sword light tore through the sky.
The Mahayana Sword Saint Ye Guhong landed in the marquis's courtyard, his hair white and his whole body trembling.
He looked at the battered broom in my hand and wept:
"Your disciple Ye Guhong welcomes his master home."