The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

"Father, you've never cared about me. You and I don't know what I want." The sword master knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes, his voice turning back to a woman's voice.

"What do you want? A peerless martial arts, power and beauty, father can give them all to you. As long as we are able to forge the sword, our Sword Crafting City will be able to unite the martial arts world. Don't all of these belong to you, Father, in a hundred years? "

Even until now, he had yet to react to the fact that the son he had raised for more than twenty years was actually his daughter.

Li Dao stood in the distance, speechless. Why did these people all place their hopes of unifying the martial arts world onto the Lingshuang Sword? Even if Lingshuang Sword truly had all sorts of mystical aspects, it would still depend on the master. As the saying went, one needed to be tough in order to forge iron. The Sword Saint had not even broken through to the Grandmaster Realm, so what if he was allowed to wield the sword? Later on, Yan Zhaofeng cultivated the Thunder God's Fury. Even with the sword, he was still no match for Shangguan Yushi.

"What beauty? I am not interested. All I want is a little care from you. But what about you? What else do you have in your eyes other than the Lingshuang Sword? Where were you when my mother died? Do you know how I feel? Are you my father? "

Tears welled up in Jian Xiong's eyes as she looked at the Sword Saint with sincere eyes. The whole series of questions left the Sword Saint at a loss as to how to answer. It was just as Jian Xiong had said, for the sake of the Lingshuang Sword, he had neglected Jian Xiong and her mother. Otherwise, he wouldn't have realized that the person standing in front of him was her daughter, not her son.

"Xiong'er, your father knows that it was father who neglected you two all these years. But for what? Isn't it all because of you and your son? "

The Sword Saint's expression was a bit unnatural as he avoided Jian Xiong's eyes when he spoke.

"You also know how many people are secretly coveting the Lingshuang Sword. If you don't pay attention, then my eight hundred years of history in the Sword Crafting City will be destroyed by me. At that time, how can I protect you and your son?" Yes, I ignored you, but didn't I do it for you? "You should think about who I'll give these things to in a hundred years."

"Xiong'er, you shouldn't have said that to Father. "Even if father is completely wrong, I did it all for your own good," As the Sword Saint spoke, the corners of his eyes actually started to water. It was clear that he was doing it from the bottom of his heart.

"Dad, is what you said true?"

Jian Xiong's eyes glistened with tears as she asked.

"Of course it's true, but Xiong'er, your performance these past few days has truly disappointed Father."

Sword Saint sighed and continued, "Xiong'er, I know you are busy forging swords all day and you don't have any friends. But Li Dao was a man! I can find you whatever kind of woman you want, but you should never have taken a fancy to a man. Even if his martial arts is very high, but the sword family only has one disciple, it can't be passed to you anymore! "

Hearing the Sword Saint's words, Li Dao almost vomited a mouthful of blood. His expression was extremely strange. What was this?

Jian Xiong also stopped her tears. His face was full of embarrassment, and his face was flushed all the way down to her ears.

"Father, I actually …" She almost forgot that she was a girl if it wasn't for Li Dao.

"Xiong'er, what do you want to say?" The Sword Saint asked when he saw the unnatural expression on Jian Xiong's face.

Jian Xiong did not reply. She took off the crown on her head and let her hair fall to the side, revealing her beautiful face.

"Father, I'm sorry. All these years, I've been lying to you. Actually, I'm a girl …" Jian Xiong let go of his voice. This feeling of not having to intentionally lower it was really good.

His hands trembled as he pointed at Jian Xiong. He could not even say a complete sentence. In the past twenty years, he had always treated Jian Xiong as his son, and the huge difference was something he could not accept.

After a long while, when Li Dao was about to leave, the Sword Saint finally recovered from his shock. He took a deep breath and said, "You are not my son. Tell me, where is my Xiong'er?"

"Father, I am Xiong'er." The recovered female voice of Jian Xiong urgently said.

"Nonsense, you're not my boy, you're not!"

"Hand over my boy, Xiong!" The Sword Saint looked at Jian Xiong viciously and raised her palm.

Li Dao, who was originally planning to leave, had no choice but to stay. He did not expect things to turn out this way. Although the Sword Saint would definitely not slap down with his palm, what if he really did?

"Father, I know you won't be able to accept it in a short period of time, but I'm just my daughter. Please forgive me." Jian Xiong spoke with a bit of relief. That was true.

"You're lying, I don't have a daughter!" The Sword Saint was agitated as he struck out with his palm.

The palm wind blew towards Jian Xiong, who subconsciously closed her eyes. Unfortunately, he would never see him again. This was what Jian Xiong was thinking at the moment.

But after waiting for a long time, Jian Xiong discovered that she was still alive. She couldn't help but open her eyes, and a familiar figure entered her sight. Jian Xiong was overjoyed, and she forgot everything from the beginning.