Autumn Immortal Sword Chronicles

The city outskirts glowed with clarity, a gentle warm breeze rustled, and the early spring rain of February had just cleared over the Southern Creek. As the saying goes, “On lingering days, rivers and mountains are beautiful; the spring breeze fills flowers and grass with fragrance.” After the first rain of spring in Jiangnan Town, the dust of winter was washed away, and the weather was at once warming and still tinged with chill.

A verdant river, known as the Azure Python, wound around the town, bringing it endless vitality. To the west of town, a forest of bamboo, pines, and cypresses flourished, and from time to time, kingfishers trilled sweetly, their songs echoing above the city. The picturesque and tranquil scenery was a point of pride for the townspeople, who often praised their peaceful, prosperous era.

It was said that more than two centuries ago, this place had suffered the ravages of war, with nine in ten homes empty and the land nearly abandoned. Now, serenity and safety reigned, and the elderly would frequently mutter thanks to the protection of immortals.

Three miles beyond the town lay the Azure Python River. In the sunlight, its clear waters shimmered, and the trees by the roadside cast reflections that seemed even greener in the water. Beneath the surface, two blue-headed fish chased one another, occasionally poking above the water, carefree and at ease.

Suddenly, a small pebble broke the calm, skipping across the water before sinking, sending the fish scattering in alarm.

On the riverbank crouched a boy of eleven or twelve,