Campus Cultivation Record

Chen Ping, who is about to enter college, is still the ordinary boy who sweats and weeds in his hometown orchard. It wasn't until he stepped on the air and fell into the deep ditch that he encountered the stone door embedded in the rock wall - the door was mottled, like a secret that had been sleeping for thousands of years. The blood drops on the palm scratched by the gravel dripped on it, causing the dusty door to emit a low hum and slowly opened. There is no amazing treasure behind the door, only an ancient sword wrapped in cobwebs and thickly dusted, lying quietly on the stone platform, as if waiting for someone. The moment he touched the blade with curious fingertips, the dead silence was suddenly broken: the dazzling sword light swallowed him up, and thousands of mysterious methods rushed into his mind like a torrent. The ancient sword turned into a stream of light and penetrated into his body, along with a looming sword spirit, which was bound to his life from then on. The world of cultivation that he had only read about in novels now crashed into his life in the most unexpected way. The soil in the orchard was still stuck to his trousers, and the wound on his palm was still aching. Chen Ping didn't know yet that the step-by-step summer was over - his cultivation career, but this also destined that the campus life he saw might not be so peaceful.