I Don't Speak Sword

Immortal Yaohua is the most prestigious grandmaster in the Four Continents. As her young apprentice, Mu Zhisui has mediocre talent, mediocre swordsmanship, and poor health. Everyone secretly mocked her until one day, a shocking gong sounded, and the young man showed his sharp edge. Kill the evil tower, overthrow the demon realm, fight in all directions, and become the youngest grandmaster in the sky in one fell swoop. Seventeen-year-old Mu Zhisui can be described as high-spirited. However, things in the world are unpredictable, and the sky descends upon her, causing Mu Zhisui's meridians to be cut off, and her cultivation to be completely ruined. When the tide of pursuit fades, only a tenacious young heart remains with her. ———— In the storybook, most of the immortals are cold and distant, and they often wear white clothes. When the wind blows gently, the white clothes flutter, bringing with it the biting cold. But Mu Zhi Sui is different. The young man had a restrained temperament, put away his usual sharpness, and looked over calmly. It was not biting cold, not genial warmth, but more like a pool of crystal clear spring water, with faint ripples appearing when his brows and eyes moved. The afternoon sunlight fell gently on her sleeves, like a piece of light gauze, hazy, soft and comfortable. Sheng Shihuai couldn't help but think, no wonder there weren't many people cultivating the Tao of Common People. People like Mu Zhisui were indeed rare in the world. Note: In a non-traditional upgrading story, the protagonist will grow, but he will definitely not be a loser who counterattacks. The content is micro-emotional and micro-group portrait.