This Sword Cultivator Kills as He Should

Ding Zhaoye died.

Worked himself to death at his desk, aged twenty-four.

When he opened his eyes again, he was a useless disciple of Broken Sword Peak in the Great Wilderness Sword Sect.

He had a mutated ice spiritual root. Normal cultivation froze and injured his meridians, so he could only cultivate while lying in a coffin.

Six years at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and the whole sect laughed at him.

Until he had an epiphany in his coffin.

An epiphany at Dragon Field, his sword heart made clear.

Wang Yangming said: “Knowledge and action are one.”

Ding Zhaoye said: “The moment I know someone deserves to die, my sword is already on its way.”

The Sages of All Ages System: Complete the task within thirty days or be eliminated.

Ding Zhaoye drew his sword.

“My heart is Heaven. Whoever I kill is someone Heaven wants dead.”