Perhaps there are so Sword Cultivators, even if blind, even if their hands are disabled, even if they encounter various difficulties, they can still rally and find a new path.
However, Xu Xi was clearly not such a Sword Cultivator.
He was just a slightly talented, yet utterly ordinary little Sword Cultivator in a place like Yun Pass.
Xu Xi lost his combat power and could no longer wield a sword.
But he did not want to leave this Northern River Border that he had protected with his life for millennia.
As a frontline city pass, Northern River Border would not allow the combat-less Xu Xi to continue staying in the city; it was too dangerous and pointless.
To continue staying in Northern River Border, Xu Xi picked up his long-abandoned sword-sharpening skills and opened this Sword-Grinding Workshop.
After all, even a frontline city still requires this kind of "logistical support."
Fortunately, although his skills were a bit rusty, he had not completely forgotten them.
After getting familiar again for a short ti, he was able to get back into the swing of it.
Nowadays, Xu Xi was ready to die of old age in Northern River Border.
.....
Today’s Sword-Grinding Workshop was quite idle, with not much business.
Xu Xi leaned on the counter, sipping the spiritual wine he had bought.
His age was catching up with him, and he often recalled past events.
He rembered his spirited arrival at Northern River Border, the survival tactics taught by the cultivator seniors of Northern River Border, the collaboration with comrades on the battlefield, and the scene where a damned demon brat was beheaded by his slash......
He knew his end was near.
Xu Xi was aware.
He probably couldn’t sharpen swords for the Sword Cultivators of Northern River Border for many more years.
It would be nice if he could cut down one or two more heads of those demon brats.
He thought to himself, with an itch in his heart.
However, Xu Xi also knew that this was unlikely.
First, his age was great, with little ti left, and second, how much combat power could a blind Sword Cultivator have?
As he thought about this, he couldn’t help but take out his Life-bound Sword, gently rubbing his wrinkled cheek against the cold blade.
"Old friend, I’m really sorry," Xu Xi said to himself.
The sword was a weapon of killing, but his sword hadn’t been stained with blood for a hundred years.
"I heard from a Senior Cultivator from Sword Sect who ca to sharpen his sword a few days ago that the Sword Sect has decided on the Young Sect Leader these days...
It is said that this is an extrely young genius Sword Cultivator, although currently only at the Sixth Realm Divinity Transformation, he nearly single-handedly slaughtered the high-level Demonic Cultivators of Feather Demon City, very extraordinary...." Xu Xi thought in his heart.
"Truly satisfying, this young Sword Sect Young Sect Leader is indeed a young prodigy, able to slaughter a city at the Sixth Realm, astonishing...." His thoughts wandered, "When he truly grows up, he’ll surely cut these demon brats so they don’t know which way is north."
Xu Xi thought of sothing else, his expression sowhat dazed, murmuring: "The biggest regret of this life is not being able to witness the elegance of Qingyun Sword Immortal firsthand, now I dare not have such grand delusions.
Now the only hope is to catch a glimpse of the Sword Sect Young Sect Leader before dying...
If that truly happens, I could die without regret, likely having nothing left to worry or think about before I go."
He then shook his head, a self-mocking smile appearing on his face, as dry as old tree bark.
What am I thinking?
Not to ntion that it’s near impossible to see the Young Sect Leader, he would never appear here.
With my current situation, even if the Young Sect Leader stood right in front of , I wouldn’t be able to see him!
As Xu Xi, the owner of the Sword-Grinding Workshop, was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a clear voice from above, "Master Xu, could you sharpen a sword today?"
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