Even a Chuunibyou Dragon-Proud Sword Cultivator

Xie Tingmian, the senior disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, was a prodigy renowned from a young age, dazzlingly talented and graceful, an undisputed favorite of heaven.

With his Springwater Sword in hand, he roamed the martial world, vanquishing demons and upholding justice. Wherever its light fell, evil spirits scattered.

At the end of the war between the immortals and demons, Xie Tingmian fought the all-powerful Demon Venerable until heaven and earth were dark. The Springwater Sword broke, and its sword spirit began to disperse.

Xie Tingmian burned half his immortal essence, gathered the remnant soul of the sword spirit, then tore through time and space to send it to an entirely unfamiliar world, where it could recover.

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Xie Tingmian, the hopeless student who was always asleep by the window in the last row of Class Seven, Year Two, was a headache for everyone.

He couldn't stay awake, day or night. His favorite pastime was teasing his deskmate, Jiang Zhaobai, the aloof top student who had held first place in the grade for years.

Lately, the students of Class Seven had noticed that the perpetually drowsy Xie Tingmian seemed to have changed.

The hopeless student and the aloof academic star, whom everyone else admired from afar, seemed to have started dating.

According to well-informed sources, Xie Tingmian had once made the aloof academic star play master and servant with him. Jiang Zhaobai, normally so cold and distant that he kept everyone at arm's length, had actually chased after the sleepy dead-last student, calling him "Master."

One ordinary afternoon, dark clouds blotted out the sun and fierce winds raged outside. Xie Tingmian slowly woke up, his head resting on the arm his little deskmate had offered as a pillow.

The sky split open, monsters appeared, and the two realms fell into chaos.

A crack opened in the sky, and demon beasts from the cultivation world poured through it.

As the crowd fled in panic, someone was the first to look up.

They saw the boy who was always falling asleep, now standing lazily at the edge of the top floor of the school building.

The wind whipped his loose school uniform jacket into a flurry. Standing beside him was his deskmate, the godlike scholar who was always so cool and distant.

"Springwater!"

A clear sword cry answered from the heavens, and the sword flew into Xie Tingmian's hand.

"Sword, come!"

"Sword spirit Jiang Zhaobai, at your command."

Theme: Uphold justice for the world and save all living beings