The young man was oppressed every day to chop firewood for his sect and also had to endure the indifference of other disciples. As a sword slave, he longed to become a swordsman who could fly with a sword, rather than a puppet trapped in the lowest status of a swordsman.

When he was exhausted and pulled out the wooden sword his father had left him, a haughty disciple of the sect threatened to take his wooden sword......

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A wave of darkness surged into Long Yi's mind, but it quickly returned to normal in an instant. When light flooded back into his eyes, he saw Lin Xiong's main soul figure wildly roaring and thrashing within the Restriction barrier!
"Damn it! Let me out! This is the Little Wind Star Realm; I am a Realm Saint! Until the new Realm Saint succession is complete, none of you has the right to kill me! Otherwise, you will face the consequences of being punished by the upper echelons of the cultivation world!