The sword is the gentleman among weapons, refined and elegant, yet hiding a deadly edge! Once drawn, its cold glint promises bloodshed. Once sheathed, all things fall still and peace reigns beneath the heavens. But Shen Zimu's sword has no sheath. His life may be filled with nothing but blood and turmoil. In a world where the strong prey on the weak, a soft fist won't keep you alive for long, and it certainly won't get you a wife! A wife? The more beauties who adore me, the better. A thousand miles to find their husband, ten thousand miles to see him just once: that's all perfectly ordinary. I roam free and love my liberty, as the saying goes: "If you love me, give me a hug. If you love me, give me a kiss."
And that's not all. I caught ten of the twelve ethereal immortal beasts to guard my gate. The remaining two were too ugly, so I didn't want them.
The Medicine Emperor of this age, who is the master of my third wife, clung to my leg and begged me to take him as a disciple. To keep our seniority in order, I still refused. That night, my third wife showed me plenty of affection.
With a cultivation journey this carefree and thrilling, are you sure you won't click in and take a look?
