Qingxuan Sword Shadow

Three years ago, I was the number one swordsman among the younger generation of the Qingxu Sword Sect. I was ordered to be an undercover agent, but I was seriously injured and lost my memory the night I infiltrated. Three years later, I was the most humble servant disciple. I was bullied by my disciples every day and was assigned to serve the sect master's friends. Until one day, the sect master's newly acquired stunning beauty hooked my chin and chuckled: "Your hands were born to hold a sword." The moment the memory that had been lost for three years came back to life, I crushed his throat. The night I recovered my cultivation, the mountain guarding formation was broken by my sword. The sect leader trembled in a pool of blood: "Who are you?" I stepped on the red ground and shook off the blood from the tip of the sword: "The person who came to destroy the family."