This Sword Cultivator Is Utterly Ordinary

Song Chunxi was an utterly ordinary saber cultivator. One day, passing through the mortal world, he got hungry and found a huge slab of meat, so he lit a fire, set a pot over it, and started making soup.

He had added all eighteen seasonings when the "meat" spoke.

Oh no. Looks like he can't eat it.

Song Chunxi was quite disappointed.

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Shi Wuchen was the foremost disciple of an immortal sect, a spy sent into the sect by the demon realm, and the most wicked and yin creature in the world: a black qilin.

When his true identity was exposed, both the immortal and demon sects fought over him. They cut off his horns, pulled out his tendons, stripped away his bones, drained his blood, and carved out his organs... until all that remained was a shattered soul and an empty shell.

He escaped, consumed by boundless hatred, only to be picked up by a warm hand the next moment... and tossed into a stream. "Ha ha! Just leave the bait and wait for a rabbit. Free meat!"

Shi Wuchen: "..."

After Song Chunxi realized he'd mistaken Shi Wuchen for food, he decided to help him rebuild his body to make up for hurting the poor young thing's feelings by almost putting him in the pot.

Shi Wuchen looked at the rusty saber in his arms and said nothing.

Just an utterly ordinary saber cultivator.

Until someone tried to possess him. Song Chunxi swung his saber without hesitation, unleashing a torrent of murderous intent amid a blizzard, like a rainbow piercing the sun. "One hundred ninety-seven."

Song Chunxi sheathed his saber and spoke to the slowly fading soul. "You're the one hundred ninety-seventh illegal visitor I've killed this year."

"Let me introduce myself. I'm the gatekeeper of this cultivation realm. Your planet's Online game doesn't include this world."

In short: The Fourth Calamity runs amok, and the gatekeeper has had enough and takes up his saber.

Theme: Choose your own path and walk it with conviction.