Ranked last among the sects and facing a siege by bullies from all sides, the little sect leader, whose cultivation was still at the Qi Refining stage, cried until her eyes were red.
Jiang Ning, chopping wood in the woodshed, raised his eyelids slightly. The foxtail grass between his lips swayed gently.
You bullied my hot-tempered junior sister? Insulted the ancestral hall of my Qingyun Sect?
Whether you're a ninth-rank sect, a seventh-rank sacred ground, or a mighty power from the Upper Realm, before the Venerable Sword of the Ten Directions, all beings are equal!
As immortal sects from every direction arrived at the gates with armies ready to wipe them out, the little sect leader gripped her wooden sword in fear and stood at the front. "Jiang Ning, run! I'll hold them off!"
Behind her, the lazy odd-job disciple finally spat out the stalk of grass. His gaze suddenly swept across the universe, and boundless sword intent soared into the heavens!
"Junior Sister, step back. I'm good at chopping wood."
"Today, for the sake of the Qingyun Sect, I shall cleave open the Heavenly Gate and sweep away all immortals!"
A max-level Sword Venerable works as an odd-job disciple and casually turns the cultivation world upside down.
