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The Black Star Monarch

Li Jun was cast out of his family after his father's death. Bullied by his cousins and robbed by his uncle, his upbringing was less than pleasant. Despite that, Li Jun tried his best to live a quiet life; he kept to himself and worked hard to earn a living. However, fate dealt a cruel blow when a vicious attack left him unable to work again. Li Jun fell into despair. It was only through the selfless sacrifice of his devoted mother that a glimmer of redemption emerged as she sold off her final sliver of wealth to afford him a chance at a better life. Just when all seemed lost, a mysterious silver ring, seemingly tossed from the hands of celestials, descended from the heavens. Upon receiving the celestial gift, Li Jun's life took a surprising turn. As the layers of deceit peeled away, Li Jun found himself thrust into a web of lies that began to unravel before him. Compelled to untangle the enigmatic circumstances surrounding his father's demise and the orchestrated misfortunes that befell him, Li Jun strode on through the world of cultivation as the heavens trembled at his feet. He had seen a whisper of despair and vowed to never glance upon it again. ______________________________ Hello Author here. :) I just wanted to let you all know that I have a discord server and if you would like to join the community and discuss topics regarding this novel or other novels in general feel free to join. We have various sections for different hobbies so you can show off your skills so if you want to stop by. Discord.gg/KbBF8XP

Zero_Things · Fantasy
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Becoming the sword.

The sword flew whipped through the air a lot more easily than its size would have suggested. The blade was almost as agile as a regular sword. But he soon ran into a problem. The roof of his house was too low for him to properly train with a sword. At least this new sword.

The blade was just over two meters long. If he extended his arm all the way, it would cut a hole in the ceiling. He decided to enter his courtyard for the first time. It was small in terms of courtyards but almost as big as every room in his house combined. It was large enough to train in but small enough to not let it overgrow and need servants to prune the plants.

He stood on the grass beyond the sitting area, raised the sword above his head, and gave it a strong swing, cutting with the technique of his heaven-splitting sword art. The air buzzed as the sword broke through.