From Food Delivery to Sword Master

When delivery boy Lin Fu's electric car rolled over the gravel of Wangyue Mountain, he was still thinking about whether he could pay his mortgage later this month. It wasn't until the three-thousand-year-old Qingming ancient sword made a sword sound from the take-out box that he knew that the sword-shaped birthmark on his palm was not an ordinary mark, but proof of the "sword master". His parents died in an "accident" fifteen years ago in Wangyue Mountain. What they left behind was not a mortgage bill, but a secret that spanned three thousand years: they were the last descendants of the Qingming Sword, and this sword contained the ultimate power of "cutting the sky and shattering the void", and also attracted the pursuit of the Broken Sword Alliance, which coveted it. From the old residential buildings in Jiangcheng to the sword realm deep in Zhongnan Mountain, from an ordinary deliveryman to a forced awakening sword master, Lin Fu's life was completely overturned. Holding the sword fragments he keeps finding, he struggles to move forward between the bone-corrosive poison of the poison sword, the treacherous temptation of the demon, and the world-destroying ambition of the outsider. The fragrance of Aunt Wang's wormwood hides the loyalty of the sword protector, Su Mu's Rejuvenation Art contains the tenderness of a medical practitioner, and the woodcutter's hatchet hides the hidden edge... Along the way, he has seen the absurdity of sword cultivators taking the driver's license test, and the tenderness of masters suspending duels to pick up their children from school. He also understands that the sharpest sword is never for killing, but for protection. When the last fragment of the Qingming Sword was gathered together, Lin Fu stood in front of the boundary wall of the three thousand worlds and realized that the so-called sword master was just the 9999th sword holder in reincarnation. And the sound of the sword that penetrated his dreams was never a summons, but a warning—— Who should guard the next three thousand years?