Jiu Shu’s Peerless Martial Brother
One night, torrential rain poured from the sky and blood stained the mountain road on the ground.
He transmigrated as an infant, with only a crimson long sword accompanying him.
A loyal household servant risked his life to cover the retreat, hiding him in a crevice in hopes of a slim chance of survival.
As the child was in critical danger, the Maoshan sect master arrived through the rain—
A cinnabar mole sat between his brows like a single vermilion dot, sword-hearted and dao-boned, naturally gifted with fire spirit.
“This child belongs in my Maoshan.”
From then on, the Daoist world gained a disciple called Xuanyang for the next hundred years.
And on one night, the crimson sword in his hand finally grew faintly hot for the first time...
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