Four protagonists. One starts with an old knife; another, a tattered manual. One is an Qi Refining disciple who owes 290,000 wen. One is a hunter's daughter who burns everything she cooks. One is a blacksmith's son who can forge but not wield a sword. And one is an orphan who has cultivated for nine years without making a name for himself.
No one has much faith in this group. Everyone thinks they won't make it past the first round of the sect tournament. After all, cultivating immortality isn't chopping wood, forging iron, or hunting demons. The rules of this world are simple: without a treasured bone, you can't establish your foundation; without a sect's teachings, you can't learn high-level cultivation arts; and without connections or a powerful background, forget about getting good resources. On the sect tournament stage stand Golden Core prodigies, favorites with treasured bones, and young peak lords from illustrious families. Their trump cards are a self-invented blade style, a chipped cleaver, a sword forged by hand, and hearts that refuse to give up.
Later, someone asked them, “What made you think you could win back then?”
They replied, “We didn't think we could win. We just didn't want to lose.”
The Four Madmen of Swallowcloud. From Swallowcloud Sect to standing together through life and death.
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The protagonist of 666 has the same name as me.