I Knock on the Immortal Gate with Formation Swords

The same breath of spiritual energy can let a Foundation Platform cultivator wield a sword and cross a river, but in Lu Jianchuan’s hands, it can only fill the copper grooves of a well shaft. Until a meridian-severing spike pierced his wrist The man who crippled his left wrist never imagined that the wound would leave behind a whirlpool, one that could identify knots in the flow of qi and traces of its reversed currents! The immortal sect formations that seem impenetrable to the world are riddled with unhealed flaws beneath his wrist; The vicious force hidden beneath a high-level cultivator’s sword is laid bare the moment he gets close to the blade! When the sword is drawn, first guard the three-step pass; with a blade’s width between them, dare to cut down a Foundation Platform cultivator! From a formation-repair apprentice burdened with labor debts at the bottom of Liuxi Well, to a true disciple of Qingheng who wields the “Returning Tides” and enters the sword through formations Lu Jianchuan hefts his repair pack and grips his ebony scabbard. “My mother’s labor registration ends today. Any death trap in my way, I’ll dismantle with my sword!”