Han Lu Asks the Immortal

When Lin Feng took over the old shop, he wanted to earn more money in the future so that he could take over his father who was disabled. Until a broken sword grinded out silver lines on the old whetstone, and he suddenly stood in the cold rain and saw a narrow knife slashing towards him. The hand holding the sword was not his, but the pain on his wrist actually fell on him. Later, when he entered the Immortal Sect, he realized that some of the swords were broken but their edge had not dissipated. The sharpening stone allowed him to re-see the moment left behind by the broken sword, and it also allowed him to cultivate the remaining edge into his own sword. The moves seen in the sword must be mastered by oneself after all; every benefit obtained from the ancient sword may also contain murderous intent that he cannot bear. Four spiritual roots, an old iron shop, and a sword that I developed slowly. Lin Feng walked from the foot of Qingping Mountain to the Shenjiang River, the wasteland and overseas, looking for opportunities in the broken swords that no one had taken away, and also companionship, separation and reunion with people who had their own desires. The good life he had dreamed of in front of the furnace back then, he now had. But when that day came, he realized that he still had many worries and many places he wanted to go to, and he was reluctant to come to the end.