The Sword Returns to Its Sheath

For sixteen years, everyone said that he was an innate waste. For sixteen years, he knelt in the snow to warm his brother's hands, and squatted by the stove to boil the endless medicine. Then one day, he punched his brother away. The birthmark on his chest turned from dark red to gold, and something unprecedented surged through his meridians. They say this is called golden veins and this is called innate sword embryo. They said that his father was once the number one martial artist in the martial arts world, and twenty years ago he smashed the Tongtian Order with a sword. They said the god-killing sword was waiting for him - it was his fate and his only answer. Lu Chen carried the cheapest blue steel sword on his back and rode a skinny horse out of the Lu family mansion. In front are the dry wells of the abandoned city of Wangchuan, the scorched earth of Tianzhu Peak, and the shadow of the sword standing tall on the cliff. There was also a girl who was chewing peanuts and hanging a rusty sword on her waist, waiting for him on the roof of the tea shed for a long time. When a young man first enters the world, the first thing he needs to do is to learn how to live. But the road paved by fate told him to die. Then Lu Chen chose the third path.