Xu Ming knew from childhood that he was different from everyone else.
Others practiced swordsmanship for ten years before mastering the basics; one look was enough for him to grasp sword intent.
Others painstakingly cultivated their inner arts; he created sword energy simply by breathing.
But he chose to live as a lazy fisherman, catching fish and drying salt every day, content to eat and wait for death.
That was until Xiao Qing, a young scion of a Jiangnan clan, entered his life; until the Salt Gang massacred Linshui Village; until Yang Kui, a eunuch from the imperial court, told him:
“The bloodline within you is the greatest secret in the martial world.”
Xu Ming touched his battered old sword and sighed. “I was going to get along with you all as an ordinary person, but I’m done pretending.”
“You can’t withstand this strike.”
