Xuyuan Kendo

At the gate of Puling City in the evening, many children gathered in front of the storyteller's wooden stall. They all listened to the old storyteller telling stories vividly. "... In the end, the immortal succumbed to his serious injuries and passed away..." After saying this, the storyteller drank all the tea in the teacup at hand and smashed his mouth with satisfaction. "Actually, we also have Taoists in Puling City. Eight years ago, Young Master Hongfu was extremely talented and went out of the country alone with a sword. He was the target of you kids!" Little did the storyteller know that at the end of the crowd listening to the book, there was a young man wearing fluttering clothes with a sword on his back, and a faint smile on his lips. "Excessive praise..." The young man murmured, dropped two coins, turned around and walked into the sunset-filled Puling City... In this world, there are monsters, demons, gods, and human beings... There are thousands of ascetics, how many have become gods?