Su Yan is the last disciple of Qingya Sword Sect.
The sect was so poor that there were only seven people left. The sword he used had cracks on it, the mental skills he practiced were fragments, and there were a few lines of incomprehensible words on the cliff at the back of the mountain. He thought his life would be like this - on a forgotten mountain, guarding a sect that was about to disappear.
What he didn't know was that the strangers he had helped casually over the years, the few words he accidentally jotted down, and the lame wild cat he had fed for three years were being connected one by one in the dark. A path he never thought he would take.
From the world of martial arts to the path of immortality, from an ant to a chess player.
The sharpest swords in the world are often tempered from the dullest iron.
Maybe something inconspicuous becomes a story of "reversal" at the moment of life and death. There is no golden finger here, and there is no cool article here. There is only the protagonist who relies on his own wisdom and luck to get through difficulties one after another, and finally grows up step by step. There is love and hatred here.
