Qingming Sword Tribulation

A fire in Luoxialing burned up Lin Che's ordinary life. He was originally the most ordinary hunter in the mountains. His biggest wish was to replace his blind mother with a pair of condensing glasses, but he lost his home and relatives overnight and became the prey of the bandits of Qinglang Village. In the desperate situation, the Qingming Sword in the cracks of the stone suddenly sounded, and the remnant soul of Qingxuan, who had been sleeping for three hundred years in the sword, awakened and pulled him back from the edge of death. It turned out that his grandfather was a disciple of Zhenren, and his father had guarded Luoxialing all his life, just waiting for him to become the master of the sword. When the black mist of demon cultivators enveloped Qingzhou, when the suppressed evil spirits were ready to move, when "surviving" became a heavy shackle for "protecting a city", this young man who didn't even have decent kung fu grasped the ancient sword with a silver-red halo. The mysterious Taoist who makes tea in the bamboo house, the guiding spirit beast with silver horns on his forehead, the demonic cultivator's minions hidden behind the mask of the bandit... The thread of fate is entangled in his palm. Will he sink into prey, or will he use the sword as an edge to tear apart this dark disaster sweeping Qingzhou? From the bluestone cliffs of Luoxia Ridge to the green bamboos of Xuanyin Valley, from the survivors who had no strength to restrain the chicken to the sword master who shouldered the safety of the people, Lin Che's every step was marked by blood and fire. And the dark red word "Ming" on the Qingming Sword, does it hide the secret of the seal three hundred years ago, or is it a larger chess game between heaven and earth?