Sweep Through Demons and Evildoers, Slay All Monsters with One Sword

Li Xuanxiao, a transmigrator.

He had transmigrated into this world twenty years ago.

He wasn't the Son of Destiny, nor did he have a system.

With no other options, he could only rely on his own efforts.

Fortunately, his talent was quite good, and his sole focus was on pursuing the Great Dao of Longevity.

What was fortunate was that in this chaotic world where demons and monsters coexisted, Li Xuanxiao was discovered by the Sect Leader of Shushan.

He then became a disciple under the Sect Leader's disciple, growing to adulthood under Shushan's protection.

Twenty years, it had been so long.

After completing his mission, Li Xuanxiao returned to Shushan.

Upon returning to Shushan, the Sect Leader's ceremonial sword hummed, then vanished from Li Xuanxiao's sight as a streak of silver light.

Li Xuanxiao looked up at Shushan, shrouded in mist.

White cranes flew out.

Shushan's white cranes generally did not fly out.

Every time the white cranes flew out, it meant a Shushan disciple had died.

Legend had it that the white cranes could guide the souls of Shushan disciples back.

This time, there were an unusual number of Shushan white cranes.

Shushan's Sect Leader, that shameless old thief, was dead.

On his way back, Li Xuanxiao had already prepared himself.

Along the way, the other disciples looked at him strangely, their expressions complicated.

Li Xuanxiao walked directly towards the main peak.

He saw his Master, Daoist Master Lingxu.

Lingxu extended his broad palm and patted Li Xuanxiao's shoulder.

"You did very well."

Li Xuanxiao lowered his head slightly.

The other four Martial Uncles also cast approving glances at Li Xuanxiao.

Li Xuanxiao felt their gazes.

He had actually prepared himself to return to Shushan and be criticized, to be disliked by his elders.

After all, he had, in a way, sent the Sect Leader to his death.

In a sense, he was the murderer of the Sect Leader.

But it was different from what he had expected; his Master and his Martial Uncles treated him as usual.

There were even more approving glances in their eyes.

"Go and see the Sect Leader. After all... he was the one who found you. Now you've seen him off on his final journey. This is also fate," Daoist Master Lingxu said.

"Yes."

"..."

The Sect Leader had not yet been buried.

Li Xuanxiao skillfully entered the west side of the main peak's great hall and walked towards the back mountain via a small path.

The Sect Leader disliked staying in the great hall, preferring to stay in his thatched cottage in the back mountain.

In the thatched cottage, the Sect Leader sat peacefully in his chair, his eyes closed, as if he were merely asleep.

The wind at Shushan seemed to slow down.

Li Xuanxiao suddenly recalled many years ago.

It was the fifth year after his transmigration, from the initial excitement of knowing he had transmigrated, to five years of despair.

No system, no cheat, no Son of Destiny, no family protection.

Without anything from modern society, even food to fill his stomach was a luxury.

He fell gravely ill in the end, and Li Xuanxiao felt he was probably the unluckiest transmigrator in history.

The cold winter was the hardest to endure; countless people froze to death every year.

Li Xuanxiao thought he would likely die that winter.

Then, he met this rather unconventional old man.

This Sect Leader of Shushan, who claimed to be the number one in the world.

This shameless old thief saved him and tricked him away from his parents.

Dressed in rags, with a gourd of wine, he took Li Xuanxiao wandering the world.

Roaring when seeing injustice on the road, then running away.

Stealing chickens and dogs, galloping on horseback across the prairie, lying on a mountaintop watching the starry sky.

Traversing famous mountains and great rivers, seeking the sources of rivers, White clouds and changing skies passing by in a blur.

Li Xuanxiao closed his eyes.

It was fate, it was ordinary at the time.

Li Xuanxiao suddenly drew his sword, drawing it in the snow.

The wind was fierce, the snow even fiercer.

Li Xuanxiao had been learning this Heaven Earth Man Three Talents Swordplay for a long time.

Ever since he met the old scoundrel, he had been learning until now.

But he had always remained at the earthly level, never reaching the heavenly.

The old scoundrel's voice seemed to echo in his ears.

That year by the lake, the old scoundrel held a wooden stick.

With a wave of his sword energy, he cut through the great river.

"Remember, we Shushan disciples take it as our duty to eliminate demons and uphold righteousness.

Knowing it's impossible yet doing it, even when facing the great demon beyond the pass, we will never retreat half a step!

Even if the road ahead is perilous and death is uncertain, we must use our swords to defend the righteous path in the world and protect all living beings.

We Shushan disciples should press forward bravely, disregarding life and death, and even if we face nine deaths, we will have no regrets!!"

Li Xuanxiao's hand brushed over the sword's body, the sadness in his eyes gradually replaced by resilience.

"Sweep through demons and evildoers, slay all monsters with one sword!!"

Sword energy whistled out, instantly tearing the surrounding air, wildly churning everything around.

At the same time, the vast snow falling from the sky seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, and began to spin and dance rapidly with the churning sword energy.

Snowflakes and sword energy intertwined, forming a beautiful yet strangely murderous scene.

"Hahahaha!!"

This time, Li Xuanxiao clearly heard laughter.

He looked up in surprise.

He saw the old scoundrel, who should have been dead, standing before him.

The old scoundrel reached out and patted his head, "You didn't disgrace me!"

Li Xuanxiao thrust his sword into the ground, kneeling on one knee.

"Shushan disciple Li Xuanxiao respectfully sends off the Sect Leader!!"

"..."

Following the small path, he left from the back mountain.

Li Xuanxiao looked up and saw a figure sitting in a tree.

"Senior Disciple."

Xue Yun drank his wine and said calmly, "What I couldn't do, you did. You are stronger than me."

Li Xuanxiao forced a smile, seeming to find Xue Yun's words somewhat amusing.

The Senior Disciple was an unparalleled genius, even the Heaven Devouring Demon Lord had personally admitted it.

If he had lived in the same era as the Senior Disciple, he would have been completely overshadowed.

There was no way, the Senior Disciple was simply too dazzling.

Sometimes he was so dazzling that Li Xuanxiao suspected that perhaps the other party was the true child of destiny who had transmigrated, and he was merely a supporting character.

"The Sect Leader is dead... that old guy... even though he's my biological father, I just couldn't seem to like him."

Xue Yun said, throwing a jade box to Li Xuanxiao.

"The old guy originally left it for me, but I'm not worthy, so it's yours."

Li Xuanxiao took the jade box.

Xue Yun sighed again, "My biological father is dead, and the woman I love is about to marry someone else. They say the strong can change everything, and I am strong, but I couldn't save my father, nor could I win back the heart of the woman I love.

Xuanxiao, do you think I'm a failure?

If it were you, how would you win back the woman you love?"

Li Xuanxiao pondered for a moment, "I would focus wholeheartedly on my cultivation, and then strive to achieve Dao and Immortality."

Xue Yun clenched his fist, "That's right! I'm going to win her back."

Li Xuanxiao: (⊙o⊙)...

That's not what I meant.

Xue Yun excitedly jumped down from the tree.

"Right! Right, you're absolutely right, thank you Xuanxiao, I can't live without her."

With that, Xue Yun disappeared from Li Xuanxiao's sight.

Li Xuanxiao: "Senior Disciple, no... no... your father just died... it hasn't even been seven days yet."