Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

Author: A Bright Moon in the Morning

Summary:

This is a world of swords.

A beautiful woman and a powerful sword.

Xu Qing transmigrated to this world, but he was not a swordsman; instead, he became an angel investor for a young martial arts hero.

This is the story of an unconventional swordsmith (lol) who travels the world selling the swords he forges!

Chapter 1 Young man, do you need to buy a sword?

Deep in the forest, a flock of birds took flight in fright, and a few tattered feathers swirled down from the sky.

All of this was caused by a sudden battle.

A young boy was fiercely protecting the girl behind him, locked in combat with several assassins in black. The boy's swordsmanship was exquisite, but he was young and short-tempered, and his opponents were far from incompetent.

The enormous spiderweb pattern on the back of their black clothes, and the ferocious venomous spiders coiled on it, revealed the origins of this group of deadly demons.

Net!

This organization, like the venomous spider it symbolizes, uses the world as its framework to weave an invisible giant web, while lurking in the shadows, waiting to devour its prey.

The reason why the boys and girls were being hunted down by the Luo Wang organization remains unknown.

But at this moment, the boy was already showing signs of fatigue.

If he were alone, he might be able to break through the encirclement. But the girl behind him became a burden he couldn't shake off, distracting him and making his swordplay sluggish.

A flash of cold light.

Two assassins from the Luo Wang organization spotted a weakness in the boy and pounced on the girl like venomous snakes.

The girl faced the oncoming sword blade head-on, the murderous aura overwhelming her, her face instantly turning ashen, and she stood frozen on the spot.

At the critical moment.

The boy leaped forward, using his own flesh and blood to block the sword.

"Shoot-"

The sword ripped through flesh, blood splattering everywhere, a few drops of scalding crimson landing precisely on the girl's cool cheeks.

The girl suddenly woke up with a start and cried out in alarm.

"Senior brother!"

The boy ignored the cries of alarm, his longsword transforming into a raging torrent. He pushed the sword techniques taught by his master to their limits in this life-or-death moment, and his understanding of swordsmanship reached a new height in the face of life and death.

puff!puff!

With a flash of sword light, two assassins fell to the ground, their blood splattering in all directions.

However, the predicament is not yet resolved. It should be noted that the two assassins who attacked the siblings were not the only ones.

Seeing their companion die, the remaining assassins showed no fear. Instead, they swarmed forward like maggots, their swords ruthless, each strike aimed at the boy's vital points. Although the boy was exceptionally talented, his swordsmanship constantly broke new ground in the battle, revealing its profound mystery, after several moves, his arm was covered in blood, and his breathing became chaotic.

Desperate situation!

An unprecedented desperate situation!

An aura of death enveloped the young boy and girl, as if they would perish at the hands of the assassins from the Luo Wang organization at any moment.

Just when the boy and girl were on the verge of despair.

A leisurely, gentle voice, completely out of place in this carnage, drifted lazily down from a branch of a sprawling cedar tree: "Young man, would you like to buy a sword?"

"A good tool is essential for navigating the world."

The sound was like a stone thrown into stagnant water, causing both sides to pause in their fight.

The assassin looked up sharply at the sound.

On a thin, horizontal branch, a figure sat steadily. He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a straw hat askew, the brim pulled down so low that only his strong jawline was visible, making it impossible to see his face clearly. One of his legs dangled casually, his foot, shod in only a worn-out straw sandal, while the other leg was casually raised, his trousers rolled up haphazardly, revealing half of his muddy calf.

Their posture suggested they weren't in the midst of a bloodbath, but rather basking in the sun on their own field ridge.

The young men and women had no time to spare, but the assassins from the Luo Wang organization were deeply shaken.

When did this person approach? They were completely unaware.

This silent and stealthy appearance is itself a manifestation of terrifying strength.

Today, their team has already lost several members in their pursuit of the teenagers. If any new unforeseen events occur, the mission may very well fail.

For their organization, sometimes, the punishment for failing a mission is worse than death.

Thinking of this, the two assassins exchanged glances, and a murderous intent suddenly arose between them.

Whoever comes, kill them all to prevent future troubles.

The next instant, the remaining assassins continued to deal with the boy, and two dark figures broke away from the group, like arrows leaving a bow. They raised their swords, and the sword light went straight for the treetops.

"It seems I need to deal with you first."

Seeing the sword light hurtling towards him, the voice remained nonchalant, devoid of any fear. Before the words were even finished, two piercing, sharp cracking sounds echoed.

The two broken sword tips spun and fell to the dust.

What severed them was a black, unremarkable longsword in the hand of the person in the tree.

"!!!"

Dead!

The assassin holding the broken sword froze on the spot, while the other assassins also felt a chill and became even more vigilant.

The girl was the first to regain her senses and cried out for help urgently: "Senior, please lend a hand. If we can escape today, my brother and I will repay you tenfold."

"Why not repay me with your body?" the man in the tree said teasingly to the girl.

The girl's cheeks flushed instantly; she understood perfectly well what it meant to repay someone with one's body.

"Thankfully, it's not 'to be reborn as a cow or a horse in the next life.'" Just as the girl was wondering how to answer, the person in the tree changed his tone again and casually swung his black longsword.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The two assassins, still trying to pounce after their swords broke, were sent flying backward like broken sacks, their chests gushing blood, crashing heavily to the ground, lifeless.

He could kill with a flick of his wrist, as easily as brushing away dust.

This astonishing martial prowess ignited a flame of hope in the girl's eyes.

The other assassins were terrified, but they knew that the only way to deal with the seriously injured boy was to first eliminate him before they could have the strength to deal with the people in the tree.

In an instant, several sword lights, like venomous snakes spitting their tongues, once again lashed out at the swaying figure.

"Senior brother!" The girl cried out in distress, her eyes fixed on the person in the tree.

However, the mysterious man remained leaning against the tree trunk, showing no intention of making a move, as if he had merely swatted two annoying mosquitoes and flies.

Meeting the girl's despairing gaze, he slowly said, "We'll talk about repaying the debt later. Are you going to buy the sword or not?"

Beneath the tree, the boy struggled against the sword net, barely managing to stay upright, his wounds reopening. He understood perfectly well: his chance of survival lay in this one crucial "purchase"!

"Senior! I need a sword!" the boy roared, his voice trembling with pain.

"very good."

The man in the tree finally moved. He casually took off his straw hat and tossed it aside.

"Then I'll trouble you all—"

The straw hat spun and flew toward an assassin, who instinctively swung his sword to slash.

"Sizzle!" The straw hat split in two.

Behind the cracked straw hat, an overly young face was revealed, with a hint of nonchalant sharpness between his brows.

"—Let's test our swords and face death."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark light appeared!

That unassuming black sword transformed into a streak of ink that tore through the air!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The clang of metal against metal was deafening. The blades in the hands of the assassins from the Luo Wang organization snapped like rotten wood, along with their necks.

Blood splattered like rain, and several corpses collapsed to the ground.

In the forest, only the overwhelming stench of blood and a deathly silence remained.

Chapter 2 Sword Contract

A strong smell of blood permeated the forest.

As if the forest had quieted down, some of the birds that had been disturbed by the earlier fight actually flew back.

It was also the site of a previous battle.

The girl is bandaging the boy's wound.

Looking at the boy, whose face was pale from bleeding, the girl's eyes were filled with pity.

Our protagonist, Xu Qing, then introduced the sword in his hand to the boy.

He brandished the three-foot-long, unassuming, blackened sword in his hand, which had slain several assassins of the Luo Wang organization in a short time, and declared loudly, "This sword is called 'Mountain Breaker,' capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, its sharpness unmatched. You saw its sharpness earlier..."

"Although it may not look particularly impressive, the most important thing in the martial world is to be low-key. The more ordinary the appearance of a sword, the easier it is to defeat the enemy."

"Before..." Hearing Xu Qing's words, the boy wanted to speak, but for some reason, he couldn't say the words.

Having not seen the other party's true appearance clearly before, and seeing the other party's fierce moves, I assumed that he was a senior.

At this moment, after the other party's true appearance was revealed.

This is no senior at all; he's clearly a boy about my age.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to call me senior. You can call me brother or elder brother. I’m willing to accept this and be your peer.” Xu Qing saw the boy’s embarrassment and spoke up.