All Things as Weapons

In the seventh year of the Tianshun era of the Great Ming, martial sects stood everywhere, righteous and sinister forces clashed, and conflict raged without end. The young Lin Wuge neither forged divine weapons nor trained in the celebrated styles. Instead, he cultivated an unorthodox martial art of his own, in which “flowers and leaves, earth and stone, all things beneath heaven can become blades.” Gentle by nature and kind at heart, he always held back in duels and never wanted to maim or kill. But there was no place for kindness in the martial world. The Hundred Weapons Hall resented his peerless talent for winning without a form and envied his ability to forge his own path without relying on weapons. They branded him a heretical cultivator who had betrayed his sect and stolen its martial arts, then hurled him from Soulbreak Cliff, intending to kill him. Though he survived by sheer luck, he fled into the world with nothing but his solitary martial art, pursued and hunted by faction after faction. The martial world was filled with danger at every turn, and people’s hearts grew more treacherous with each step. At first, he endured, retreated, and held back at every opportunity, asking only to escape alive. But the battles came one after another, and the pursuers never stopped. Trapped in a remote valley with crossbow bolts trained on him, at the brink between life and death, he finally understood: It is better to break one finger than injure all ten. Throw one punch to keep a hundred from coming. The once-gentle, scholarly youth finally cast off the shackles of his kindness. A broken stone could shatter bone; a dead branch could snap a weapon. Everything within sight or within reach could become a killing move, a way to survive. He did not seek to dominate the martial world, only to survive against all odds. He never wanted to kill or fight, but the world forced him to strike back...