Holding a Sword for Fifteen Years

Three hundred years ago, the sword demon Ye Guhong used himself as a seal to lock the tide of spiritual energy in the void. Three hundred years later, his descendant Ye Zangfeng was just a handyman sweeping the floor in the Qingyun Sect's sword tomb. The third grade of Qi Hai is the capital of the next. Everyone can be bullied, and a slap will not be returned. His classmates laughed at him for being stupid, and the servants laughed at him for being useless. Only he remembered what his grandfather said before he died: "Zang Feng, remember, when the sword is not unsheathed, it is just a piece of iron. But no one knows that there is a whole mountain of mineral veins hidden in this piece of iron." The ancient "ancient sword fetus" is sealed in his body, and he can sense the residual meaning of thousands of swords and see through the flaws of thousands of swords. The price is: every time it is used, the meridians are like ten thousand swords piercing the heart, destroying Yang and longevity. He endured it for fifteen years. He endured it until everyone thought he was a waste. Endure it to the point of turning yourself into a sheath - the quieter it is outside, the sharper it is inside. Until someone broke his sheath.