Sword of Coming: Selling Jars at the Great Wall of Sword Qi

Every jar holds the secret of a world, and I’m not selling jars. I’m selling lives! Chen Tang transmigrated, bringing with him a sword-shaped birthmark over his collarbone, and became a down-on-his-luck shopkeeper in a remote town by the Sword Qi Great Wall. Everyone here cultivated the sword and slew demons, but he was a cripple with shattered meridians. Then one day, he smashed open a bronze jar that had emerged from underground. What was inside? General Ning Yao’s broken sword was reforged with a keen edge, while the tail of the Qingqiu Demon Venerable became the shop’s adorable mascot; Xu Fengnian’s dried sweet potatoes could blow the Inspectorate sky-high, while a rubbing of Li Chungang’s sword intent was tossed out as a fake; A ten-jar opening spree might yield Qi Jingchun’s ruler, or release a laser-shooting radish belonging to Wuzhu, the Grandmaster of Qing Kingdom! On the night the Sword Qi Great Wall trembled, Chen Tang opened the final gilded jar. What floated out wasn’t a secret treasure, but Chen Qingdu’s last words from three hundred years ago: “Jars hold the spirit of mountains and rivers; swords guard the souls of sun and moon. Those who open jars in generations to come must inherit our hatred.” How was this just selling jars? This was selling lives!