The Sword of Wudang, Laughing Proudly at the World

He transmigrated into the world of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer twenty years ago.

While others train, he rides an ox. While others meditate in seclusion, he sleeps.

His extraordinary natural talent has already made his inner power unfathomable.

The martial world is in turmoil, and all manner of monsters are emerging.

The Beggars’ Sect? Scattered with a snap of his fingers.

Mount Song? He can’t be bothered.

The Demon Cult? Oh, your leader just fought me. He left with a smile and said we should do it again sometime.

“Wait, who’s the strongest on Mount Wudang?”

“Me, of course. Who else, Chongxu?”