MTL - When Jianxiu Penetrates Into the Infinite Stream - Chapter 97

Sword Saint Ji Yuan has just breakthrough to the lofty seventh realm saint level after a period of 100 years. When he returns to his celestial clan where he was once the Sword Saint, he has found out that many things have changed.

The worst thing had happened to him; he had lost his beautiful beard and in the Desolate Celestial Fraternity, a beardless cultivator is to be scorned and despised!

This is actually a xianxia romance story about an unromantic cultivator who likes his beard and the romantic leading maidens who all hates his beard.

There are a total of seven celestial levels in order to cultivate as a celestial cultivator; Practitioner, Master Practitioner, Enlighten Celestial, Immortal Celestial, Golden Celestial, Golden Supremacy and Sacred Saint.

There is luster in the east, and it is named Dahuang. “
In the rumors, ignorance, poverty, backwardness, and wildness. “
– bullshit. “
Queen of the Great Desolation, cold as frost. “
Supported by the national teacher, and the golden boy and jade girl of the national teacher, they are deeply in love, a stunning couple, and unparalleled. “
– bullshit. “
The queen died suddenly, and the national teacher mourned. According to the instructions of heaven, they traveled thousands of miles and finally found their reincarnated lover. From then on, the prince and princess lived happily in the castle…
——Crap! “

- Description from novelbuddy

Fu Hongxue was a cripple, born with a lame leg and subject to epileptic seizures. He was also one of the most powerful, legendary figures of the martial arts world, with a dull black saber that was second to none. His fame made him a frequent target of challengers, but whenever his saber left its sheath, only corpses would remain in its wake. One day, however, Fu Hongxue rescued someone whom he should have killed…and in doing so, set of a chain of events and a conspiracy that would rock the world.

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