I Cultivated Myself from a Local Dog to an Immortal

Chen Quan, a young man who grew up in a ruined temple, only had three things: An empty wine gourd, a four-eyed black dog, and a mysterious book of treasures left by my grandfather. When the horse bandits burned down the town and kidnapped the benefactor's daughter, the boy who was ridiculed as a "native dog who had never seen the world" clenched his fists for the first time. The flying sword controls the object, and the cold light shines on the snow. He stepped out of the temple gate and walked towards the bloody rivers and lakes. From then on, what was in the gourd was no longer wine, but grudges; what was in the hand was no longer a wooden sword, but life and death. In this world, someone must speak with a sword.