Ten Thousand Bones as Sword

His name is Gu Yuan, a disciple of the Chores Courtyard of the Cangqiong Sword Sect. At sixteen, with a mixed spiritual root, he remained stuck at the first layer of Body Tempering for four years. The entire sect called him the century's number one waste—when trampled into the mud, he swung his sword; when publicly humiliated, he swung his sword. For 1,461 days, ten thousand swings each day. No one knew what he was waiting for. Until that day, the mark on his chest, silent for four years, suddenly burned—turns out he wasn't a waste. He was a Sword Bone, once in a millennium. From the Chores Courtyard to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, from the first layer of Body Tempering to sole dominance with one sword. The sword he had honed for four years finally left its sheath. The sword in the sheath was not because it couldn't be drawn, but because it didn't want to be drawn.