Cangming Sword Jue

A night of bloodbath broke out in Xiejia Town, and sixteen-year-old Xie Cizhou fell off Qingluo Cliff with his ancestral broken sword in his arms. In the deep pool at the bottom of the cliff, a wisp of the remnant soul of the sword god from three thousand years ago emerged from the sword - the Cangming Sword Art, which has since entered his bones and blood. After three years of hard training, he knocked down the inner gate of the Qingming Sword Sect with one sword, and was trapped behind the door wall by the cold and charming senior sister Su Watang. The first formula she taught him was - "give half an inch of your hand". Fellow practitioners under the moon, sword shadows in pairs, he thought that someone would be walking with him on this journey. Until deep in the Nine Nether Secret Realm, the sword he was most familiar with penetrated his chest without any warning. She lay in his ear and repeated a sentence sobbingly, which he did not understand; before falling into the river of blood, he only saw another girl in plain clothes cutting off her spiritual veins to divert his pursuers - "Brother, you have to distinguish whose sword is to save you." Seven years of blood rivers tempered the bones, and the sword bones were reborn. On the day when he returned to Qingming side by side with his old enemy, he finally understood that behind the three words "give half an inch" was a woman's entire life in exchange for her life; he also understood that the poison that had been planted in his belly, the origin of the remaining soul in the sword, and the real culprit of the Xie family's destruction - all pointed to the same person. Cangming unsheathed his sword and slashed into the sky. This time, he wanted to cut back not a single inch of the ground he had given away back then.