Chapter 1

I am called Lin Fei, and I am a穿越者 (time traveler).

However, compared to those predecessors who either save the world or build a harem, my over ten years of time travel experience is really nothing to boast about...

In the more than ten years since I came to the Luo Fu world, I have only done two things...

One was when I was eight years old, I copied more than a dozen poems in one breath. I originally wanted to fool the old tutor who often hit my palms, but accidentally, the head of the Wujian Sect saw it as he passed by. The head was frightened to death and cried, begging me to join the Wujian Sect.

The second thing was the day after I joined the Wujian Sect, it was discovered that I had a congenital deficiency in my meridians, and I would never be able to cultivate qi in my lifetime. The head, in a fit of anger, kicked me to the Sword Storage Pavilion that very night.

Then I stayed in the Sword Storage Pavilion for over ten years...

To be honest, I actually lived quite well over these ten years. I had good food and drink every day, all the benefits I should have were there, and I was respected everywhere. Even the true disciples would respectfully call me "Senior Brother" when they saw me.

My usual work was just simple cleaning. When I had nothing to do, I could casually take out a few sword manuals to read. Since I had a congenital deficiency in my meridians and had no hope of breaking through the qi cultivation stage, there was no issue of stealing or not stealing.

Unfortunately, such a comfortable life seems to be coming to an end...

Three years ago, the Luo Fu world began to fall into chaos. Immortal Exiles emerged, the Demon Emperor was reborn, and the major forbidden areas, as if by agreement, one after another, came out. The Pure Yang Palace, the Hall of Longevity, and the Everlasting Mountain, these behemoths, went mad, and the grudges accumulated over tens of thousands of years erupted overnight, resulting in rivers of blood. Over the past three years, half of the Luo Fu world has been destroyed.

A few days ago, my so-called master, the head, perhaps out of a guilty conscience, secretly came to the Sword Storage Pavilion and forced a few void talismans into my hands, saying to use them to escape if anything happened...

The old man might be senile. If something really happened, I, a cripple with a congenital deficiency in my meridians, could escape with a few broken void talismans? That's a joke...

Forget it, I might as well write my will while I have the time. As a time traveler, I can't die so ambiguously...

A time traveler's will.

...

"Is this the Sword Storage Pavilion? Didn't I die? Why am I in the Sword Storage Pavilion?" Lin Fei struggled to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the Sword Storage Pavilion. Before Lin Fei could figure out what was happening, countless memories surged from the depths of his mind.

It took a full incense stick's time for Lin Fei to come to his senses, dumbfounded...

"Damn, did I time travel again?"

Yes, I time-traveled again!

Fortunately, this time travel wasn't too outrageous. It was still in the Luo Fu world, still in the Wujian Sect, but the time had jumped tens of thousands of years, and I had possessed the body of a young man also named Lin Fei. This Lin Fei was an inner disciple of the Yuheng Peak, one of the twelve peaks of the Wujian Sect.

"Strange, back then, everyone in the Wujian Sect died in the Black Abyss, and even I, who escaped, died with the Abyss Emperor thirty years later. How could the Wujian Sect's lineage still exist after tens of thousands of years? Who passed it down?"

Could it be the old man's hidden move?

No, the old man, with the resolve to die, entered the depths of the Black Abyss and had once pulled me aside to entrust me with his posthumous affairs. That was our last conversation, and he even told me the locations of the seven secret treasuries, essentially handing over the entire Wujian Sect to me. If there was such a hidden move, the old man would have told me...

But if it wasn't the old man's hidden move, what is the current state of the Wujian Sect?

"Got you now, Lin Fei, you really have the nerve to steal sword techniques in the Sword Storage Pavilion..." Just as Lin Fei was lost in thought, a voice came from behind him.

"Huh?" Lin Fei was a bit annoyed. Which elder's disciple is this, so disrespectful, shouting in the Sword Storage Pavilion? I'll have his master discipline him.

Wait, something's not right...

I forgot I time-traveled again. It's already tens of thousands of years later, and I'm no longer the dominant figure in the Sword Storage Pavilion who everyone gives some face to...

"Do you think I don't know that after I defeated you with the Ghost-Cutting Blade, you would come to the Sword Storage Pavilion to steal the sword manual? How about it, Lin Fei, after stealing for so long, have you figured out how to break my Ghost-Cutting Blade?" The person who came was about twenty years old, quite handsome, but his smile was a bit annoying, smug and exaggerated.

"Ghost-Cutting Blade?" Hearing this, Lin Fei noticed that there were indeed two things where he had just woken up.

One was the will I wrote with my own hands tens of thousands of years ago, and the other was the manual of the Ghost-Cutting Blade.

The will was nothing much; simplified Chinese characters were basically like a heavenly book to the Luo Fu world. Even if it stayed in the Sword Storage Pavilion for tens of thousands of years, no one would know what it was.

But the Ghost-Cutting Blade...

According to the memories of my predecessor, it seemed to be one of the three cuts and five absolutes of the current Wujian Sect. Without the sect's permission, even a glance was considered a violation, with a minimum penalty of ten years of wall-standing and a maximum penalty of expulsion from the sect.

"..." For a moment, Lin Fei was at a loss, this predecessor with the same name really left me a lot of trouble. What did you do, you had to come to the Sword Storage Pavilion to steal sword techniques? Stealing sword techniques is one thing, but you had to steal the Ghost-Cutting Blade. This thing, in the Wujian Sect tens of thousands of years ago, was at most an introductory technique. You stole such an introductory technique and made me take the blame for you. You really are something...

"Now, how are you going to explain yourself? Sneaking into the Sword Storage Pavilion to steal the Ghost-Cutting Blade, have you prepared the food for your wall-standing?"

As the other person looked smug, Lin Fei also found out his identity from the predecessor's memories. This person was called Song Tianxing, originally an outer disciple of the Wujian Sect like Lin Fei. They had a grudge from a sect mission and fought more than ten times, from the outer disciples to the inner disciples, one went to the Yuheng Peak, and the other went to the Tianxing Peak.

However, Song Tianxing had better luck. He made a great contribution in the Tianxing Peak and was granted the Ghost-Cutting Blade, one of the three cuts and five absolutes. Ten days ago, Song Tianxing, who had successfully cultivated the Ghost-Cutting Blade, came to challenge Lin Fei and defeated him with one move, declaring that he would beat him every time they met...

So he was waiting here...

Unfortunately, although I am also called Lin Fei, if you want to beat me every time you see me, it seems a bit difficult...

"Who told you I came to steal sword techniques?"

Song Tianxing was taken aback. Damn, the lines are a bit off?

At this moment, shouldn't you kneel down and beg me not to report you? Then I would coldly refuse you, and you would hug my legs and cry, promising to reform and follow my earnest advice, and finally, I would report you.

That's the correct script...

What are you doing, changing the lines on your own, how can we play this?

No, I have to correct you.