The Strongest Sword Cultivator Only Wants to Live in Seclusion

In a borderland village called Fengxin, there was a schoolteacher.

As frail as a willow in the wind, he was sickly and weak. Even an ordinary stroll could make him cough up blood, let alone teaching classes.

Every time the students attended a lesson, they feared their one hard-won teacher might pass away then and there. Day after day, they kept watch, making sure the frail teacher stayed away from the liquor he loved so much.

Then one day, their teacher finally passed away.

But this was no ordinary passing, and this was no ordinary crane.

The students cried out in shock: Who can tell them why that peerless sword cultivator, who rides a five-colored immortal crane and can cleave mountains and rivers with a single strike, is their frail, delicate teacher?

Pei Fang.

He was living in seclusion under an assumed name. Now and then, he'd drop by the auntie to the east for a chicken leg, or head over to the uncle in the west to ask for a jug of fine wine. He was having an incredibly pleasant time.

Pei Fang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Oh, you want to know why... cough, cough... I spit blood? Don't worry, it won't kill me."

Though the students he taught in his spare time made a fuss about everything, Pei Fang paid them no mind. He ate and drank as he pleased, continuing to take life easy.

Until one day--

The cave abode of a Mahayana cultivator, said in the cultivation world to have shattered the void and departed, suddenly appeared. Rare treasures, immortal beasts, spiritual ley lines... It had everything in abundance.

Actually, none of that had anything to do with Pei Fang, because he was just an ordinary schoolteacher.

But the cave abode had appeared right in Fengxin Village.

Pei Fang: Tsk, people in the cultivation world really are a nuisance.

With no sword in hand, he was stronger than one with a sword. His sword intent pierced the sky and cleaved the starry river in two.

His long black hair spilled down his back, and his luminous eyes looked down on everything.

Pei Fang: Who gave you permission to run wild here?

P.S.

Theme: In cultivating immortality, cultivate the heart first.