Chapter 1

"Still alive?"

Lin Yun opened his eyes, looking at his flat chest, and his first thought was that he was still alive. He remembered himself, rarely having a leisurely time to climb Mount Tai for a tour. Who would have known that the moment he reached the summit, a sword light pierced through his chest. He didn't even have time to react before he lost consciousness.

"Ouch!" Lin Yun suddenly clutched his head, his face showing a look of struggle. The pain was intense, his head splitting, as memories flooded in. Various scenes flashed by like a movie.

The integration of memories didn't take long, but Lin Yun felt as if decades had passed. When he opened his eyes again, his expression gradually calmed, and his eyes were filled with composure. It turned out he was really alive, and he had been transported to a world called Xuanhuang, possessing the body of a lowly sword slave on the border of the Tianshui Kingdom. Perhaps, in the mysterious workings of fate, the sword slave's name was also Lin Yun.

The integration of memories revealed that he was fifteen years old, having joined the Qingyun Sect three years ago. His talent was too low to become a Qingyun disciple, so he had to work in the sword washing room, becoming a sword slave responsible for maintaining the swords of the sect's disciples and elders. Fortunately, the Qingyun Sect was not primarily a sword-focused sect, so he wasn't particularly busy and had some free time each day to practice.

In the Xuanhuang world, strength was paramount. Being a sword slave and still having the opportunity to practice was already quite rare. The Qingyun Sect had rules: any servant who made some progress in cultivation could become a formal disciple. This rule had always motivated Lin Yun, making him willing to be a slave and not leave the Qingyun Sect.

Unfortunately, Lin Yun had enough determination but poor insight. After three years of cultivation, he had only reached the second level of martial arts and couldn't advance to the third level. The standard for becoming an outer sect disciple was the third level of martial arts, and this small gap always kept Lin Yun outside the outer sect.

Lin Yun pondered in his heart. As a sword slave, the time and resources for cultivation were limited. However, after three whole years, he still couldn't break through to the third level of martial arts, indicating that the original owner's insight was rather mediocre.

"Since I have a second chance at life, I will live well. In this world, the name Lin Yun can also become famous!"

Strangely, Lin Yun adapted quickly to the穿越 (穿越 means "穿越" in Chinese, which translates to "transportation" or "穿越" in English, but in this context, it means "being transported to another world"). He set a goal for himself in a short time. Perhaps this was related to his previous profession, which allowed him to remain calm in any environment. In his previous life, he was a genius lawyer, well-versed in law, with a photographic memory and known for his calm and steady demeanor. Since his debut, he had never lost a case.

"Let me test the physical abilities of this body first."

With a deep voice, Lin Yun pushed open the small wooden house and came to an open space in front of the door. He assumed the stance of the Tiger Fist, and with each step, he began to punch.

The Tiger Fist, as its name suggests, is a basic boxing technique. In fact, there are many better basic techniques in the Qingyun Sect than the Tiger Fist. However, as a sword slave, this was the only one he could obtain, as he was not a formal disciple and thus could not access the various resources of the Qingyun Sect.

What is a basic technique?

In the ten levels of martial arts, the first three levels focus on training the skin, bones, and meridians. The middle three levels focus on training the muscles, blood, and organs. The last three levels focus on strengthening the tendons, transforming the bones, and replacing the marrow, reaching the peak of the tenth level.

Basic boxing techniques are specifically used to hone the body, improve the meridians, bones, and muscles, and lay the foundation for the long journey of cultivation.

Whoosh!

The wind from his punches blew the leaves on the ground, and Lin Yun felt a sense of comfort and immersion in a strange feeling. Strangely, the Tiger Fist felt so smooth today.

In his memory, when Lin Yun practiced this set of punches in the past, it was always difficult and obscure, and he could only mimic it. He had the form but not the essence. However, today, as he practiced, his mind became clear, and everything was clear to him. Each punch sent a warm current flowing through his body, and he instantly understood the essence of the technique.

The Tiger Fist has eighteen moves. The first fifteen moves are used for health and body training, while the last three moves are used for combat and require higher insight to practice. They are the Tiger Roar in the Forest, the Tiger Descending the Mountain, and the Gathering of a Hundred Beasts.

The essence of the Tiger Fist lies in these three moves, but the previous Lin Yun had never mastered them. He only had a superficial understanding of the first fifteen moves and never focused on the last three.

In a moment, he completed the first fifteen moves, and warm currents surged through his limbs. Lin Yun's eyes narrowed, and the mental technique of the Tiger Fist flashed through his mind. Seizing the moment, he controlled the warm currents in his body, and with a light shout, he performed the sixteenth move, the Tiger Roar in the Forest.

Roar!

With one punch, the warm currents in his body boiled and surged to his right hand. It seemed as if a shadow of a fierce tiger appeared behind Lin Yun, roaring. Immediately, his bones crackled, making a hundred sounds, each like a roar, like a tiger's cry.

Strong winds blew, and the leaves on the ground danced in the air, breaking into countless pieces and falling with a rustling sound. The warm currents in his body continued to flow, making him feel warm and comfortable.

"This is internal strength! The hundred bone cracks generating internal strength is a sign of breaking through the second level. I have reached the third level of martial arts!"

Lin Yun retracted his punch and adjusted his breathing, a faint smile appearing on his face. He didn't expect to master the Tiger Roar in the Forest and break through to the third level of martial arts at the same time.

He was puzzled by his sudden high insight. Breaking through to the third level of martial arts was explainable, as he had accumulated for over a year at this level. After much thought, the only explanation was the fusion of souls. In his previous life, he was extremely intelligent. As a genius lawyer with a photographic memory, he was not just a name. With this advantage, plus the fusion of the other Lin Yun's soul, his insight had improved even further, which made perfect sense.

"It seems this world is where my intelligence can truly shine. At the third level of martial arts, I have the qualifications to become an outer sect disciple of the Qingyun Sect and no longer have to be a sword slave."

Lin Yun muttered to himself, then suddenly remembered something. His face changed, and he quickly returned to the wooden house, searching everywhere. In a dark corner of the wooden house, he saw a precious sword soaking in ice water.

"It's this one."

Without hesitation, Lin Yun reached out to take the sword, and his right hand instantly turned pale from the cold. The ice water reflected Lin Yun's clear face, with a purple diamond mark on his forehead.

Seeing this purple mark, Lin Yun's expression was strange. One day as a slave, a lifetime with a mark!

He couldn't afford to waste time, so he took the sword and quickly ran to the sword washing room.

The sword was not his; it belonged to an inner sect disciple of the Qingyun Sect. Any sword that had been used for a long time needed maintenance to extend its lifespan, especially a high-quality sword.

Over the years, as a sword slave, he had earned a private residence in the Qingyun Sect due to his excellent sword maintenance skills. It was too late; he should have delivered the sword an hour ago, but he had been delayed by practicing the Tiger Fist.

Lin Yun felt somewhat annoyed. As a minor figure in this hierarchical sect, delaying the affairs of the higher-ups could have dire consequences, even life-threatening.

"Senior Sister Su, he's here!"

In front of the sword washing room at the foot of the mountain, three people gathered. Seeing Lin Yun approach, a thin man quickly spoke.

In front of him stood a man and a woman, both with extraordinary bearing and demeanor, forming a stark contrast to the thin man who had spoken.

Especially the woman, wearing a green robe and a long skirt, with a slender figure, an ethereal aura, and extraordinary beauty, made people feel humble and dare not look directly at her.

Lin Yun, seeing the woman through the crowd, felt an inexplicable sense of goodwill. Lin Yun, who had integrated the original owner's memories, was not surprised, as the original owner had always had a secret crush on this inner sect disciple of the Qingyun Sect, Su Zhirao.

"You, the sword slave, why are you so late? Senior Sister Su has been waiting for you for a quarter of an hour," the thin man scolded as Lin Yun approached.

Su Zhirao had a blank expression and said indifferently, "Give me the sword."

Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief that she didn't blame him and stepped forward to hand over the sword in his arms.

Su Zhirao took out a handkerchief and wiped the sword from top to bottom. This action made Lin Yun frown slightly, and the goodwill from the original owner vanished.

Clang!

The sword was pulled out half an inch, and a cold wind swept out. Su Zhirao swiftly returned the sword to its sheath, the movement so fast that only a flash of cold light was seen.

"Good." Satisfied, Su Zhirao put away the sword and threw a jade bottle at Lin Yun's feet.

What does this mean, treating him like a beggar?

Lin Yun felt a bit angry.

The handsome man beside him laughed and said, "Senior Sister Su, you have a good heart. The sword slave is late, yet you still reward him. Pick it up quickly and thank Senior Sister!"

Seeing that Lin Yun didn't move, the handsome man frowned and said coldly.

If it were the previous Lin Yun, he would have picked it up without the handsome man's prompting.

But now...

Should he pick it up or not?

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