Even though Chen Ping'an's bridge to immortality had already been shattered, and it was definitely impossible for him to repair it in the short term, there were indeed many divinely skilled sword grandmasters in the world who could rival Qi refiners powerful enough to move mountains and part seas.9

When it came to pure martial artists, the most carefree and graceful among them were always swordsmen. If there were two equally handsome and impressive martial artists, with the former using fists and the latter using a sword, it would always be the latter who was more likable than the former.1

When throwing punches, one would have to physically strike their opponent and attack until their knuckles became bruised and bloody. In fact, one might even have to directly shatter their opponent's head or penetrate their opponent's belly. How could this compare to using a sword?7

Possessing the courage of ten thousand people since young, now even more impressive with a treasured sword by his waist. Heroic is the youth's ambition, capable of ending lives while enjoying wine with a smile[1].1

Roaming the world with my swordsmanship now mastered, slaying flood dragons where flood dragons roam[2].0

Just how carefree was this? Just how refined and admirable was this?0

Even as pedantic and uninteresting as Chen Ping'an was, he had still involuntarily felt a sense of yearning upon hearing Cui Dongshan reciting these poems atop a cliff next to some river.0

Chen Ping'an was practicing fist techniques right now, and he at least had the Mountain Shaking Guide to teach him. No matter how...1