Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

[I was shocked in my heart, what kind of world is this?]

[Those exotic beast souls gathered and dispersed like mist, Hell? Underworld? Netherworld?]

[The Demon Sword clearly doesn’t have such power, no, it’s the "Sword Demon Heart Eye"! It was this "Sword Intent" that brought Liu Xiu here, and the Sword Demon Heart Eye consumed seventy percent in that instant.]

[Is this why Zhuang Xinyao used people to sacrifice and refine the sword?]

[She wanted to artificially make a lifeless object comprehend Sword Intent?]

[Liu Xiu was equally shocked, looked down at the Black Sword in his hand, and murmured: "Could this be the legendary ’True Realm’?"]

[Then, Liu Xiu exhausted his strength to fight a rat beast the size of a calf, and adjusted his "Gentle Breeze Breathing Technique" to exit the "True Realm."]

[I felt a weak, cool aura swirling around the sword body, enlarging my entire consciousness by a few measures. Meanwhile, Liu Xiu was excited, holding a gemstone that emitted white light, which was the lowest level "Essence", used to cultivate "Divine Spirit."]

[It was equally a necessity to become a "Grade-Entering Swordsman."]

[After that day, Liu Xiu solemnly hid the "Demon Sword" and the gemstone, planning to leave them for his grandson Liu Wei. He was old, his talent wasn’t high, and he didn’t want to struggle anymore.]

[Afterwards, Liu Xiu went to Longfeng Building daily to continue cooking, with a smile on his face.]

[Three months quickly passed, and I was nearly blown up by anger inside the Demon Sword. If I weren’t constrained by the Demon Sword, unable to unleash the power of the "Sword Demon Heart Eye", I would have wanted to personally slay this Sword Holder.]

[Another three months passed, and while Liu Wei was competing in swordsmanship with academy people, he was accidentally crippled and could never wield a sword again. Desperate, Liu Wei jumped into the river and committed suicide.]

[When Liu Xiu received the news, he only saw a white cloth covering an icy corpse.] 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

[He didn’t even dare to lift the white cloth.]

[The next day, Liu Xiu wore the Beixuan Army leather armor, holding his son’s ashes and his grandson’s coffin, kneeling in the County Yamen seeking "justice."]

[He knelt for three hours, and no one paid attention to this crippled man.]

[Because the person who accidentally crippled his grandson was a descendant of the "Swordsman Family" from Beixuan County, the County Magistrate himself came out to mediate, giving him a sum of money hefty enough for him to live out his remaining days.]

[But what meaning did that have to the crippled man?]

[That day, Liu Xiu returned home silently, sitting in the small courtyard without eating or drinking for a day and night. I could feel his inner anger.]

[And... deep despair.]

[Then my voice finally reached Liu Xiu’s mind, "Do you want to truly... live?"

[Liu Xiu suddenly awakened, looking around, "Who?"]

["Wushuang." Ning Wushuang softly said, "The Sword Spirit of that Black Sword."]

["Unrivaled Sword? Sword Spirit?" Liu Xiu raised his head, his lifeless eyes slightly brightened, hastily rummaging from the house for the "Demon Sword", he found hope for avenging his grandson.]

[Swordsmen’s sword artifacts are divided into five levels: Mortal, Sharp, Treasure, Profound, and Divine.]

[They are further divided into top, middle, and lower grades, and the most famous sword in Beixuan County is only a top-grade Treasure Sword.]

[But those are all lifeless, he had never heard of an artifact with a "soul" capable of speaking, not even an Unrivaled Sword Spirit felt like a person to him.]

[This thought arose, causing a chill down the spine.]

[Liu Xiu didn’t care, his voice deep, "I don’t want to live, I have nothing left, I just want revenge... no matter what you are, as long as you help me avenge, I’m willing to give up everything."]

[Ning Wushuang sensed Liu Xiu’s surrender, allowing himself to seize Liu Xiu’s body, so that was it, I could wield people with a sword, Sword Holder? Sword Slave!]

[I used the Demon Sword to teach him the "Seventy-two Paths Cross Sword Technique", "White Clouds Drifting Leisurely", but Liu Xiu’s comprehension was poor, his body incomplete, so I thought and let him learn only one move—"Sword Drawing Skill"!]

[Liu Xiu took the money and Essence gemstone, quietly left, found a secluded mountain forest, and began practicing Sword Drawing day after day. Except for eating, drinking, defecating, his inner hatred sustained his mechanical-like Sword Drawing.]

[Three years later, his "Gentle Breeze Breathing Technique" broke through to Great Success, and he practiced "Sword Drawing Skill" to Great Success—comprehending "Divine Speed Sword Drawing Skill."]

[At that moment, Liu Xiu drew his sword, as the breeze blew, in that instant of stillness, the surrounding trees then collapsed with a boom.]

[He limped away from the deep mountain, heading to Beixuan County, he was going to kill.

[Liu Xiu inquired everywhere, only then did he learn that the noble disciple had received the "Hidden Dragon" quota and had become a County Magistrate. He finally understood why his grandson was crippled during a sword competition at the academy.]

[It turned out, possessing treasure invites catastrophe.]

[That day, the sun was shining, peach blossoms fluttered in the county.]

[Liu Xiu, wearing a conical hat, limped from the crowd, with a breeze blowing by, the County Magistrate’s smile froze, a line appeared on his neck, without blood, until Liu Xiu came forward to pick up the head and left.

[Only then did the headless corpse collapse with a boom.]

[People panicked and fled instantly, and the soldiers were equally terrified, unable to chase.]

[Liu Xiu swaggered back to his hometown with the County Magistrate’s head, paying respects to the dead souls.]

[Thirty Swordman Level sword hands went to encircle, no one knew what happened, only seeing a blood-stained figure limping away.]

[Soon, the Haohong Academy’s dean died.]

[No one knew why Liu Xiu became so strong in just three years, guessing it was some Divine Skill Manual, or perhaps obtaining a Divine Sword.]

[In fact, Liu Xiu merely practiced the most basic Gentle Breeze Breathing Technique to Great Success and the most basic Sword Drawing Skill to Great Success.]

[Everyone believed it was the "Black Sword’s" merit, Liu Xiu’s Black Sword became the pursuit of swordsmen, and Liu Xiu never inquired about the reason, but whenever he met a swordsman, he would draw his sword.]

[Drawing the sword meant the dividing line between life and death.]

[That limping figure seemed like a vengeful soul claiming lives.]

[Drawing the sword meant—all things come to an end.]

[The Demon Sword had drunk so much blood, it underwent some peculiar transformation.]

[A Grade-Entering Swordsman came, it was he who paved the way for his descendants, choosing the powerless, unremarkable Liu Wei.]

[Liu Xiu, after slaying countless, accumulated momentum, waiting for this moment.]

[He was the ant of the family, deemed not worthy of being entirely destroyed, this disregard ignited boundless anger in Liu Xiu’s dead heart... he burned his "Essence" to unleash his life’s final sword.]

[Sword Drawing Skill - Ant Sword.]

[That sword was too fast.]

[Before the Grade-Entering Swordsman could draw his sword, he was already still, after a while, a breeze blew by, and the head rolled to the ground.]

[The Demon Sword absorbed "Liu Xiu’s soul", suddenly elevating from a lower-grade Mortal Artifact to a top-grade Mortal Artifact, obtaining all Liu Xiu’s Sword Drawing enlightenment and Great Success "Gentle Breeze Breathing Technique", True Meaning of Sword Drawing Skill - Ant Sword.]

[I felt the breeze moving, the Demon Sword breathing...]

[Soon, a man wearing armor, draped with an eagle robe, with a sword hanging at his waist, came forward and looked at the headless corpse and Liu Xiu holding a Sword Drawing pose.]

["Broken Sky Sword actually died..."]

[He was somewhat surprised, then picked up the two swords on the ground, heavily clashing them, a muffled sound echoed, the Broken Sky Sword remained undamaged, while the Demon Sword’s body was half damaged.]

["Is this Liu Xiu’s sword? Just an ordinary top-grade Mortal Artifact... yet he relied on a Mortal Artifact to reverse-slay a Grade-Entering Swordsman."]

["Liu Xiu must have cultivated the Breathing Technique to Great Success... comprehension is top-notch, alas, the "True Intent" inheritance should forever be cut off, what a pity."]

[That person took the Broken Sky Sword and Demon Sword back to Beixuan County Government City. I was stored in Bei Xuan Academy’s Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, because, after all, I was only a mere Mortal Artifact, and for three years no one showed interest.]

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