Sword of Coming: I Bide My Time Until I Become a Sword Sage, and the Immortal Maidens Beg Me to Stop Fooling Around

My father's martial spirit shattered, and I fell from the clouds into the mud.

On the day the immortal maiden broke off our engagement, she said I was no good at martial arts or letters, and didn't deserve to be called a man.

I cupped my hands in return and smiled warmly. "You're quite right, my lady."

When my family was destroyed, blood flowed through every house.

I slung my broken sword over my back and fled in disgrace, silently repeating, "Suisui Zheng, Suisui Xian."

From then on, the world lost Zheng Xuan, a martial arts prodigy, and gained "Mr. Zheng," a man who couldn't hurt a fly and traveled from place to place giving lectures.

I taught village children to read and write in exchange for three meals and a place to sleep.

I wrote letters and argued cases for peddlers and laborers, asking only for a roof over my head.

I seemed to have forgotten my hatred and laid down my sword, scraping out a living in the mortal world.

No one knew that every night, I used the most righteous literary energy in the world to temper the broken sword that could split the heavens.

A thousand years later, my enemies had become a divine dynasty, enthroned above the clouds and looking down on all living things.

Clad in blue robes, I climbed the nine heavens, one step at a time.

The emperor of the divine dynasty sneered. "A teacher dares come to court and make trouble?"

I closed my book, raised my eyes to the heavens, and said softly:

"I once wished to govern the world through the written word, but you would not allow it."

"In that case..."

As the words fell, the sword's cry rang across the universe, echoing through the ages.

"Then I shall cut down the world with my sword!"

"Sword, come!"