Ning Wuye had a special constitution: the Innate Sword Body. When he was born, ten thousand swords had bowed toward him. He was blessed with extraordinary talent.
As his master put it, he was a sword cultivator born by nature.
He entered the Sword Sect as a child and received the full support of the finest sword-cultivation sect in the Panyai Realm.
The Sword Sect was a renowned orthodox sect. When nurturing disciples, it emphasized sincerity and guiding them through example. It would never deliberately make things difficult for them. Instead, through years of teaching and example, it gradually shaped the younger generation's character and conduct.
Cultivators enjoyed long lifespans; they had no need to race against time like mortals.
Moreover, as one of the Panyai Realm's top sects, the Sword Sect had enough strength to ensure that even if its successors were tricked for a time or took a wrong turn, they would still have the means and time to recover.
Ning Wuye was single-minded. Apart from cultivation and discussing the Dao, he thought of nothing else. From the day he entered the Sword Sect to the day he became Sword Son, everything had gone smoothly for him.
Before today, he had never suffered a setback. With one man and one sword, he had pressed forward without pause, invincible wherever he went!
But this time...
Ning Wuye had devoted himself to cultivation and had never taken on a disciple.
He was the Sword Sect's Sword Son, with a status far above others. Whether it was because of his proud temperament and strict standards for an heir, or because his special position left no room for casual choices, the truth was that Ye Hui was the first disciple he had personally taught.
Ye Hui was nowhere near becoming a direct