Sword Cleaves the Mortal Dust

( Slow-burn? Single female lead? Swords? Traditional xianxia ) He was once called a prodigy—awakening at six, yet in ten years of cultivation, he only reached the second rank of Sword Warrior. His clan was wiped out, his meridians shattered, leaving him with no path to cultivation. Picked up by a girl as ethereal as a celestial maiden, he stumbles upon a顶级 immortal herb and sets foot on the path of cultivation once more. Genius or waste... Was his destiny truly predetermined from birth? He once asked himself this, and from the depths of his heart came the answer: "If fate refuses to bow to my…