Azure Sea Martial Saint

The immortals and gods are dead, and the martial path is fading. In the southeast of the continent, waterways weave like a net, while the mighty river surges eastward to the sea. In this twilight age of martial arts, the court is stagnant, sects and factions scheme against one another, and great clans fight over scraps, devouring each other from within. Every safe, shallow fishing ground has long been divided up, leaving the fishermen at the bottom with no choice but to risk their lives in the depths of great lakes for a meal. Chen Xiyuan was born in the poorest part of Yunmeng Marsh, the White Reed Shoals. His parents died horribly on the night of the blood sacrifice. He crawled out of a pile of corpses on the lakebed, with a mysterious pearl in his arms. From then on, he no longer needed to breathe, feared no water pressure, and could see every tiny movement in the deep. The black iron mines monopolized by great clans, the victims of cult blood sacrifices, the ten thousand taels of gold in capsized ships: chances others risked their lives to seize were as easy for him to pick up underwater as cabbages in his own backyard. While the factions on shore fought tooth and nail, he quietly hauled in his catch beneath the water. He would not become an alliance leader, accept empty titles, or work for anyone. All he wanted was to cultivate in peace and become a Martial Saint. But anyone who dared threaten the little haven shared by his few close friends would vanish without a sound in the depths. From Yunmeng Marsh to Pingjiang Prefecture, from Pingjiang Prefecture to the great coastal cities, from the coast to the distant ocean's abyss. The waters of the great marsh may be shallow, but they are a traveler's home. Only amid the Yangtze's vast waves does the dragon reveal itself.