A hundred years ago, I was a swordsman respected by everyone. I could break through thousands of miles of evil energy with one sword. I was seriously injured in a battle and was picked up by my master, becoming the first disciple of a run-down sect. He always liked to talk about my lackluster temperament. Not long after, Master found me another junior disciple. The junior brother lacked spiritual roots since he was young and could not become a big success, but the master did not believe it and raised him with countless treasures of heaven and earth. He also joked that he would find me a child foster husband and ask me to treat him well. But later, in order to repair the golden elixir for his sweetheart, the junior brother dug up the golden elixirs of the entire sect and killed the master. When we met again, he was standing on the top of the mountain, holding the sword I forged a hundred years ago in his hand, with a contemptuous look on his face. "I have obtained the True Legend of the Sword Immortal, and you are seeking death!" I casually broke a willow branch and smiled coldly. "My true inheritance? You deserve it too!"
