My Disciple Really Only Knows How to Draw His Sword

Zhang Fang only wants to escort his cargos in peace, save up some silver, and keep the flagpole of the Xiongfeng Escort Agency standing tall in a jianghu crawling with demons and monsters.

Yet self-proclaimed tyrannical demon tamers and demonic overlords keep popping up to rob him on the road, along with petty bandits calling themselves the Ghost King or some Ancestor or other.

Then there are the inexplicable masters who show up, neither to rob his cargo nor demand a fee, but simply to trade a few moves with him.

The world is in turmoil, and there are too many swindlers. Only drawing his blade can bring him a moment’s peace.

Years later, as Zhang Fang drives his escort wagon through fields strewn with the corpses of evil spirits, he looks back on the road behind him and always remembers that afternoon when his master took him to the demoness kingdom to eat grapes.

At last, he realizes: “I think I’ve become invincible.”