I, the Sword Saint, Am Practicing Wellness. Do Not Disturb

[New updates at noon. The official version is available only on Jinjiang Literature City.] After dying of illness, Jiang Xu'an transmigrated. The bad news: his illness came with him. The good news: everyone in his family was a renowned healer. That was fine. He wasn't going to die, so he lay back in peace. The healers all said, “Get up and move around more.” There happened to be a treasured sword in the house, so his eldest brother took it down and shoved it into his hands. That settled it: half an hour of practice every day. And so, this family of renowned healers produced a Sword Saint. The Sword Saint valued peace and quiet, lived in seclusion deep in the mountains, and saw no visitors. With the demonic cult running rampant, Prince Jin was ordered to invite the greatest martial artists in the land out of seclusion. Halfway up the mountain, he spotted a young man dozing against a tree, eyes lightly closed. The mountains were full of insects, snakes, and wild beasts, so Prince Jin instructed his attendants to bring the boy into their carriage. After a long and arduous journey, they finally reached the courtyard gate and were about to meet the Sword Saint. The servant who opened the door looked puzzled. “But isn't my young master already in your carriage?” Everyone followed his gaze. The frail young man they'd picked up earlier was slowly climbing down from the carriage. Jiang Xu'an took the thermos the servant handed him, sipped some hot tea, and contentedly narrowed his eyes. Then he noticed everyone staring at him. He: “...?” Would anyone like some goji berry and red date tea? It's good for your health. After holding the top spot in swordsmanship for years, the Sword Saint stepped down and passed his title to a youth no one had ever heard of. Yet the new Sword Saint shut his doors to visitors, leaving everyone unsure of his abilities. People around the martial world gossiped, saying the new Sword Saint probably couldn't live up to his reputation and was afraid to show his face. Until an enemy army invaded from beyond the border, and the youth stood alone against its countless troops. One sword flashed like a shooting star. Free-spirited, flamboyant general top × gentle, natural-born Sword Saint bottom [Reader's Guide] 1. Lighthearted story. The bottom is at the peak of martial prowess. 2. Both are powerful. One-on-one romance, both are each other's only love, and the top isn't just a background character. 3. Set in a fictional world. A silly, fluffy story, so please don't read too much into it. 4. No switch pairings, role reversals, self-insert ships, or insulting remarks. Blurb archived: April 6, 2023 [Upcoming Book] Mr. Neighbor Is a Rose-Headed Monster After clearing an infinite-world game at the highest level, Wen Ze retired. He put away his weapons, changed into casual clothes, and put on special glasses to hide his unusual eye color. His retirement began. His new home was in a residential neighborhood where the elderly played chess and chatted, and children laughed and played. The complex was old, but lively. Wen Ze was quite pleased with it. One day, a new tenant moved into the vacant apartment next door. The new neighbor dressed casually, loved gardening, and greeted people with a lovely, smiling voice. The old building wasn't very soundproof, so Wen Ze could always hear what was happening next door. In the morning, tending to flowers and trimming branches. At noon, ginger and garlic sizzling in the pan, filling the air with the comforting sounds of home. In the evening, taking a stroll and chatting as the sun went down. The sunlight was gentle, and time passed peacefully. The new neighbor was easygoing and warm and polite in conversation, and the other residents liked him a lot. Wen Ze alone remained indifferent, greeting him with nothing more than a distant, courteous nod and smile. At a banquet, Wen Ze ran into his neighbor, who had traded his usual casual clothes for a sharp suit that accentuated his tall, slender figure. When he greeted Wen Ze, there was a note of frustration in his voice. “You don't seem to enjoy talking to me.” At that, Wen Ze looked up, his mismatched eyes glinting faintly. The suit perfectly outlined the other man's build. He stood tall, elegant and composed. ...It would have been even better if there wasn't a vibrant rose blooming above his suit. The rose bloomed brilliantly, its silk-like petals layered one over another, gleaming with an elegant sheen in the banquet hall's lights. When he lowered his head to speak to Wen Ze, the petals drew together sadly, forming a drooping bud that looked utterly dejected. Wen Ze helplessly pushed up his glasses. So really, it wasn't his fault. Talking to a rose was a little beyond him. Theme: Health is life's greatest treasure.