Sword Heart and Star Illusion

Immortal Realm, Jian Family

"Outrageous!"

"Do you have any idea what you're saying?"

"Our Jian Family has devoted itself solely to the sword for generations. Our ancestors carved out our sect with the sword and established our foothold in the Immortal Realm!"

"The Jian Family's sword cultivation has been passed down for a thousand years!"

"And yet you say you want to cultivate immortal arts...?!"

"You—you little brat, you're going to infuriate me!"

Inside the Sword Hall, a handsome man with sword-like brows gripped a wooden sword and berated the six- or seven-year-old boy before him in exasperation.

"But Father, I think immortal arts are cooler!"

"I like learning immortal arts better!"

Jian Xin frowned and argued stubbornly.

"Cool my ass!"

"You call that crooked, heretical immortal-art nonsense cool?"

"I'd split it apart with one sword strike!"

"Have you ever heard of one sword breaking ten thousand arts?"

"That's the unparalleled might of our sword path!"

Jian Liu puffed out his chest, his face brimming with pride.

Yet all he received was an eye roll from Jian Xin.

"If the sword path you speak of is so powerful, Father, why is our Jian Family only a third-rate sect in the Immortal Realm?"

Jian Liu: "..."

"Th-that's only... only because your father doesn't want to compete with the other sects!"

"Things like reputation are useless to us sword cultivators! Beneath our contempt!"

Jian Liu forced a righteous expression onto his old face as he explained.

"Eww~ Father, you really have no shame."

"I've got goosebumps all over..."

Jian Xin criticized him without mercy.

"Cough, cough..."

Jian Liu gave two dry coughs to hide his embarrassment, then pointed solemnly at Jian Xin.

"Your father was injured before, which is why my cultivation can no longer advance."

"Otherwise, our Jian Family would have