I Follow the Way of a Teacher, You Observe the Rites of a Student-This Is "Transmission"!

"Xu Xiaoshou, do you want to learn the sword?"

In the uninhabited district of the ancient city, Mei Suren's airy question landed, instantly cooling Xu Xiaoshou's eager little soul that had been all set to bulldoze through the First Hall of Sin with two super-invincible bodyguards.

The sword...

Once upon a time, learning the sword had been this body's most primal dream.

The original owner of this body had even spent three years grinding away with all his might, determined to master the first stance of the acquired spiritual technique, the White Cloud Sword Technique.

In the end, he had committed suicide during seclusion, and by a twist of fate, Xu Xiaoshou had arrived.

He had switched to the Passive System and soon drawn "Sword Mastery." From then on, gods that stood in his way fell to gods, Buddhas that stood in his way fell to Buddhas. His Sword Will progressed from acquired to innate, then to master, then to throne, all as naturally as water flowing downhill—easier than breathing.

Yet all those changes had stalled at a certain point.

Xu Xiaoshou was already a Sword Dao Throne. With "Sword Mastery," he possessed the most extensive foundation of knowledge concerning every aspect of the Sword Dao.

But this Sword Dao Throne of his was like one made of water.

Gu Qingyi One, Two, and Three of his generation had long mastered one or two of the Nine Great Sword Techniques and Eighteen Sword Streams, and they had dabbled in all three thousand Sword Daos.

Yet he knew absolutely nothing about the path of ancient sword cultivators.

No matter how abundant his theoretical knowledge was, even if it were as vast as an ocean, the channel through which Xu Xiaoshou could turn theory into combat power was like a tiny water