Irreverent blurb:
As an unrivaled evil sword forged through the blood sacrifice of a living person, Xin Xiaozhou was infamous and undefeated. But because he descended to the mortal world illegally and lacked the proper reincarnation paperwork, he unfortunately spent over twenty years as an idiot. And because he hadn't drunk Meng Po's Soup, he was lucky enough to recover his memories of his past life just as an assassin left him at death's door.
--Though he hadn't recovered everything, just a little for now.
Without the godlike power that had once made everyone tremble at his name, and as a remnant of the previous dynasty, Xin Xiaozhou had countless people after him. Knowing when to bow to the inevitable, he set off on the run without hesitation. Along the way, he met a con artist who might have been the reincarnation of his mighty, awe-inspiring former master.
The man was dressed in tatters and living in abject poverty, penniless and earning a living by performing. He seemed even worse off than Xin Xiaozhou.
Xin Xiaozhou, having recovered another fragment of his memory: ...
I'm done with this.
The world had gone to the dogs, and people were no longer what they used to be. First came royal kinsmen with something wrong in the head, fighting among themselves until their dynasty fell after two generations. Then came powerful nobles and bandits willing to kill each other over a mythical treasure from the previous dynasty. One noisy commotion followed another, stirring up countless storms of bloodshed and making it impossible for Xin Xiaozhou, who had planned to quietly scrape by for the rest of his life, to find any peace.
If that's how things were, then he'd just have to kill anyone who stood in his way, whether they were man or Buddha, and fight his way toward a chance to survive.
Another irreverent blurb:
Everyone knew that seven years ago, the greatest martial artist in the world was abandoned by all after being accused of treason. He left behind a final letter, then threw himself into the water and died a tragic, desolate death. But no one knew that after going under once, he secretly climbed back out!
Being alive is wonderful!
Su Tong wept tears of joy and naturally began living in seclusion.
He couldn't be the leader of the martial arts alliance anymore, so he decided to find another way to earn a living.
...By performing.
A greatest martial artist who can't perform isn't a proper rebel.
Su Tong thought he would spend his later years in peace, but life only ever goes from bad to worse, and there's no such thing as rock bottom.
As someone who had once stood at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, he had finally made up his mind to take on a disciple. But after revealing his identity, he was rejected without a moment's hesitation!
Su Tong: “Become my disciple, and I'll teach you everything I've learned in my life. How about it?”
Xin Xiaozhou: “No! Thanks!”
Theme: Though battered by a thousand blows, still unyielding, whatever winds may blow from east or west
