A blood-stained spear stabbed towards me, reaching me in the blink of an eye.

I was so frightened that I even forgot to close my eyes.

A slender, white little hand, as tender as green jade, seemed to appear out of thin air and lightly pinched the tip of the spear, rendering the burly soldier completely immobile.

"General Xiahou, out of a hundred thousand people, eighty thousand have already left. Are we really going to extinguish the last spark?"

Her voice was so pleasant, just like her immaculate hand.

Her clothes brushed past my nose, carrying the fragrance of orchids.

More people appeared by my side, each exuding an otherworldly temperament, and each carrying an exquisitely shaped longsword on their backs.

I don't know what they said afterwards, but the Cao army retreated.

They left behind a devastated city and a mountain of corpses, with blood staining the moat, even more vibrant than the sky illuminated by the setting sun.

"Young brother, you seem to have great potential. Why don't you come with us to the mountain and learn the Dao?"

The little fairy who saved my life turned her head, truly resembling a heavenly being descending to earth. I don't know why, but I actually forgot to answer.

A robust and spirited man walked up to her and said in a deep voice, "Indeed, he has good aptitude. He's a good seedling. Let's take him up the mountain to show Master... Besides, this place has suffered a calamity, and staying here would only bring more sorrow."

The little fairy respectfully nodded and said, "I will follow Senior Brother's instructions."

Then, inexplicably, I soared through the clouds and arrived at a sword peak that pierced the sky in the realm of clouds.

The mountaintop was shrouded in mist, with blue bricks and glazed tiles, resembling a fairyland.

A stone stele stood at the entrance with the words engraved on it - Shu Mountain Sword Immortal.