I Have a Sword That Can Conquer the Heavens

Three years ago, Lin Chen's sword surpassed his peers in Yuncheng and he was the most dazzling genius in the Lin family. Later, after a trial, his cultivation was completely ruined, his bones and veins were silent, and the genius became a waste worse than a dog. Three years of cold eyes, three years of silence. Until at the ancestral temple, someone wanted to take away his late father's inheritance and stop his sister's life-saving medicine. That day, Jian Gu, who had been dormant for three years, woke up. Lin Chen twisted the opponent's wrist, cut through the elder's cuff with a sword, and caused the centuries-old sword to roar. "Other courtyard, I won't hand it over." "I won't give you the share." "Whoever dares to stop Xueer's medicine will have his hand cut off." Three days later, the ancestral sword was tested. Lin Chen walked out of the courtyard carrying the old sword left by his father. "Whoever wants to step on me, come to the Sword Tomb, and I will follow you."