Where Is the Sword Immortal
Having walked the sword’s path for countless ages, he gazed back upon the mortal world, unmoved by the allure of immortality. Once, to save his sister, he had given his very life… Before a low, humbl
Qingyang Town, a remote little settlement within the Zhao Kingdom on the Qingzhou Continent of the Heavenly Azure Realm.
Today, the town was unusually lively.
For it was the annual recruitment day when the Qingyang Sect descended from the mountain.
Every year at this time, the Qingyang Sect would send envoys down to the various towns and villages, seeking to recruit disciples with the innate talent for cultivating spiritual roots.
For the townsfolk, being chosen by the Qingyang Sect meant seizing a chance to become an immortal.
“Is that an immortal from Qingyang Sect? He certainly looks extraordinary…”
“Of course! Last year, the Wang family’s boy was found to have a spiritual root by the immortals, and now he’s already joined their ranks…”
“If only I could be chosen…”
“Oh, give it a rest! At your age, aren’t you ashamed to say such things…”
At this moment, the central square of the town was packed to overflowing.
Voices clamored everywhere, marveling and speculating in endless excitement.
At the center of the square, upon a raised platform, stood an elderly man in grey robes, his demeanor ethereal as he gently stroked his beard.
Flanking him stood a young man and a young woman.
Just then, the elder was looking at one of the two before him—a plump, round-faced youth—and shaking his head with a sigh.
“Your spiritual roots are incomplete by nature. The path to immortality is closed to you…”
“Go now. Living an ordinary life is no bad thing…”
Upon the platform, the two youths, who