How Should I Live After I Lose My Martial Arts Skills?

The entire Shen family was wiped out, and seventeen-year-old Shen Yan had his meridians burned with red-hot iron and hid in the sect's servant's room to survive for three years. He didn't dare to win, didn't dare to lose, didn't dare to show his sword, until Beizhen Fusi's assassin broke through the door. He killed the assassin with half a bald sword spike, exposing the remnants of Fenshuang's swordsmanship. Soushan's torches were connected in a line, and fatwa's death warrants were plastered all over every inn. Everyone thought he would run away with the sword manual, but he smashed his own Dantian with one palm. The meridians were cut off, the true energy was gone, and Shen Yan, who couldn't hold a sword, died. The one who survived was Lu Chuan. There is no golden finger or peerless martial arts. He only has the survival instincts he has developed from being beaten for three years: falling down, shouldering, and fighting back. Wei Xuan's pursuit network is overwhelming - his face is marked on the post station's paper pattern, the retired Imperial Army is transformed into a headhunter, and every inch of the post road is filled with murderous intent. At the tea shed, he met Zhu Qing, an old man from Beizhen Fusi who was both good and evil, and at the dock he met Su Qinghe, who also bore the vengeance of exterminating his family. Three people with scars walked along the same post road, stepping on the abandoned bones of the old era. What they are looking for is never a sword of revenge, but a way to survive. And behind the torn fatwa, there was hidden the truth about the complete annihilation of the Zhenyuan Army, and the last half of the sword spike left by a man who had been "dead for three years."