The Sword of the Realm

“For all under heaven, I seek a sliver of hope. For the realm and its rivers and mountains, I seek a fraction of its fortune.” “I am the sword-bearer.” - They say the winds of the Southlands echo with the Chen family’s sword songs. After the Chen clan was wiped out, Chen Ji set off alone for the borderlands, carrying a sword. For fifteen years he stood guard, and not a single demon or evil spirit invaded. So Chen Ji is the Chen family’s last banner, and the human race’s final stronghold. When Qing Feng first heard these words, he chuckled and turned to glance at the disheveled old man beside him, dressed in rough clothes and carving a sword with complete focus. With a casual, haughty air, he joked, “Master, hurry up and make me a banner to pass down. Even if my name is erased and I die, I’ll cross mountains and seas to plant it on the Demon King’s ancestor’s grave.” Sitting beneath the thatched eaves, Chen Ji bowed his head slightly, his blunt knife shaving away at a hard block of wood. He didn’t take the boy seriously, replying offhandedly, “You?” · A wuxia-inspired fantasy novel featuring youthful passion, the fate of the realm, and an ensemble cast. Theme: May I spend my life serving my country