[Lighthearted Cultivation] [Servant's Rise] [Protective Senior Brother] [Ensemble Cast]
After transmigrating to Qinghe Sect, Xu Chang'an worked as a servant for three months and finally saved enough to pay the entry fee for the outer sect's minor competition.
With seven days to go, someone took his sword to pry open a box and snapped it in two.
Fortunately, his senior brother stood up for him and lent him an old sword. Even more surprisingly, when Xu Chang'an took hold of his brother's woodcutting axe, he saw a shadow of a hand repeating a movement practiced hundreds of thousands of times.
Old tools held the painstaking work others had put in.
The turn of a wrist while chopping wood, the step aside when driving away beasts, the measured force when repairing weapons... He learned each move and practiced it again and again, until he could truly wield them as sword techniques.
The servants' quarters grew livelier too. Someone wanted to craft a weapon engraved with his own name, someone else dreamed of spirit beasts beyond the mountains, while Xu Chang'an wanted to hold his own sword and walk a path among the clouds.
As for the senior brother who loved to boast but always stepped forward when trouble came...
He only ever chopped wood with his left hand. So why had the old sword been left with the imprint of a right hand?
