What do you mean the game swordsman I controlled has come back to life?

The wind swept across the ruined and collapsed buildings of the Shangqing Sword Sect, ruffling the clothes and hair of the two people gazing at each other.

Blood flowed down Guan Shan's arm into the blood groove of the snow-white longsword he had just pulled out, dripping onto the ground.

Blood obscured his eyes as he gazed at the slender female swordswoman standing with her sword in hand.

"Guan Shan, you're such a useless piece of trash who can't even learn a mortal-level sword technique. You should just go down the mountain, return to secular life, and get married. Cultivation isn't for you."

"He only joined the Shangqing Sword Sect by chance. People without talent will only waste precious cultivation resources."

The disciples of the Shangqing Sword Sect mocked a thin figure in the training ground.

The boy, panting but with a stubborn look in his eyes, raised his sword and ignored everything else, continuing his cultivation.

"You brat, you're not that strong, yet you've learned to mock others. Go and cultivate." Hua Mi came over and reprimanded the disciple who was mocking the skinny boy.

"Senior Sister Hua, we're sorry." The group of disciples scattered like birds and beasts.

The boy, panting, met the girl's gaze.

"That's good, you're very diligent." The girl circled around the boy, scrutinizing him closely.

"Diligence is useless; if you don't have the talent for cultivation, you simply don't have it," the boy said.

"Then why do you train so hard?" the girl asked, tilting her head.

"Because the demonic cultivators killed my family, I need the power to take revenge. That's why I cultivate immortality," the young man said.

"Oh, really? Good luck, I believe in you." The girl smiled sweetly.

In a mountain villa

The boy, covered in blood, knelt on one knee with his broken sword at the spot.

"Finally, your spiritual power is exhausted! You killed my brothers; today I will grind you to dust!"

The broadsword came crashing down on his head.

"A group of demonic cultivators dared to harm my junior brother."

The girl stood in front of the boy with her sword to save him.

"I told you you were good; you've accomplished your revenge in just a few years."

The boy looked up at the back of that figure, and the smiling profile was deeply imprinted in his mind.

He slowly stood up.

"Thank you, senior sister."

"Now that you've taken your revenge, is there anything you want to do?" the girl asked.

"I don't know." The boy looked at the girl's smile and suppressed the unrealistic thought.

Do I really deserve my senior sister?

"Hmm, you're a genius. It's not good to waste your talent like this."

"I'm not a genius, senior sister," the boy shook his head.

"Hard work is also a kind of talent. Haven't you noticed? Those disciples who mocked you back then were all not as strong as you are now."

"That's what the girl said."

"Alright, give yourself another reason to work hard: kill all the demonic cultivators in the world, and never let anyone else suffer such a tragic fate as you do."

The boy pondered without answering. After a moment, he raised his head, his eyes filled with both determination and timidity.

"I want to wield my sword for you, Senior Sister."

The girl covered her mouth in surprise, then smiled: "Okay, quite a few people like me. If you want me to be your Daoist partner, you'll at least have to defeat me."

"I will try my best!" The boy seemed to have rekindled his desire for cultivation.

Outer Gate Competition

The boy held his sword to the girl's slender neck.

"Senior sister, I did it."

The girl's smile bloomed like the most beautiful flower.

"Okay, you'll have to protect me from now on."

Shangqing Sword Sect

Guan Shan gripped his sword tightly, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"Reversing the Pulse to Slay Immortals".

His voice was weak and lacked strength.

The spiritual energy around him gradually turned blood red.

A crimson streak of light sliced ​​through the clouds above the Shangqing Sword Sect, crashing into the female swordswoman with unparalleled momentum and determination.

"Well done!"

Yue Qingwu put away the other sword.

How can you use dodge when facing a BOSS's determined attack?

A real man should take the hit head-on!

The sword, stained crimson with blood, slashed down with unstoppable force.

The barrier protected by the top Golden Core cultivators of the Shangqing Sword Sect was shattered by this incredibly sharp sword strike.

"No! Guan Shan, stop! Don't kill Yue Qingwu!"

"Master, no!"

"Father, don't kill Qingwu!"

clang!

The loud crackling sound caused all the Shangqing Sword Sect disciples present to cover their ears.

The violent aftershocks of the sword energy sent the weak disciples of the Shangqing Sword Sect flying backward.

Guan Shan's sword shattered into countless pieces, and he leaned back.

Yue Qingwu raised his longsword high and slashed down from Guan Shan's shoulder, all the way to his abdomen.

Blood spurted from Guan Shan's chest and abdomen as his body slowly fell from the air.

"Still can't do it? Or are you not trying hard enough?"

Guan Shan's body crashed into the ruins of a building.

People arrived in droves.

"Father!"

"Master!"

"Why did Guanshan have to come to this?"

Hua Jieyu, Su Qinghan, and a large number of Golden Core cultivators surrounded Guan Shan, who was lying on the ground.

"Cough cough, this is the end I deserve," Guan Shan said weakly.

Yue Qingwu fell from the sky.

"You are very strong, a talented person, unlike me." Guan Shan looked at Yue Qingwu with a nostalgic expression.

If I had such talent, perhaps today's events wouldn't have happened.

"I sensed your conviction; it was very strong," Yue Qingwu said calmly.

"Hehe, then I'll leave it to you. Take good care of my daughter." Guan Shan smiled, his face pale.

"I will. With me here, no one can hurt her," Yue Qingwu said.

"Thanks."

After Guan Shan finished speaking, he looked at his daughter.

"Perhaps I am wrong, daughter, but I can't stop thinking about your mother."

"I..." Hua Jieyu didn't know what to say.

"I never expected you to be defeated by a Foundation Establishment cultivator. It's something I never anticipated."

At that moment, before anyone could react, black mist rose from Guan Shan's body.

Guan Shan's eyes instantly turned pitch black.

"Who are you?!" Many Golden Core cultivators were on high alert.

"Who I am is not important, but I am very angry that my resurrection plan has been interrupted."

As he spoke, Guan Shan stood up.

"Who dares to hide here? Get out of Guanshan's body at once!" Many Golden Core cultivators were about to make their move.

"I advise you not to, Guanshan will die," the voice said.

Although the plan took an unexpected turn, Guan Shan's plan to revive Hua Mi was interrupted, making it impossible for him to remain behind the scenes. He could only make Guan Shan a sacrifice.

It was also his plan, hidden within Guan Shan's body, to guide the other party in carrying out the resurrection.

The goal is to completely resurrect himself and break through to the Divine Transformation stage through the Yin-Yang Path of the Underworld.

"River of the Underworld, chaos!" Guan Shan made a hand seal.

Suddenly, the gates of the underworld opened wide, and the river of the underworld, which was originally ten feet wide, instantly became a hundred feet wide.

But right now.

Guan Shan's battered body trembled violently, and a familiar, resolute light struggled to burst forth from his dark eye sockets.

"You seem to underestimate me." He gritted his teeth, each word dripping with blood.

"What? How do you still have the ability to control your body?" The figure was filled with shock.

Guan Shan trembled as he struggled to grasp a broken sword in the ruins.

"You're the one who instilled in me the idea of ​​killing my daughter, but you won't succeed."

Gazing at the River of the Underworld, his eyes were filled with longing.

"Perhaps we cannot be together in life, then let us sleep together in death."

Senior sister, I've come to find you.

Without hesitation, Guan Shan slashed his own neck with his broken sword, and blood spurted out.