Chapter 113: The Rudimentary True Intent Is Hard to Sever, Zhang Su Slays an Embracing Pill with a Single Strike

SHWIIING.

Ouyang Yin had drawn his sword.

The clear, lingering ring of the blade echoed through the canyon.

He had nurtured his sword for thirty years, yet now that he had drawn it, there was no sense of unfamiliarity.

The moment the blade left its sheath, it was as if he had returned to thirty years ago, to the days he roamed the Jianghu, sword in hand.

In those days, Ouyang Yin was young and impetuous. With just his sword, he had traveled from north to south, defeating countless renowned masters.

He had been even more magnificent than Ouyang Pu.

Thirty years.

His sword had not tasted blood for thirty years.

Yet at this moment, Ouyang Yin felt an immense sense of relief deep within his heart.

It was a long-lost feeling.

'So, I was born to be a Swordsman after all.'

'Thirty years without touching a sword... I've been too weary.'

For the sake of Sword Nurturing, he had lost too much over these thirty years.