Chapter 1

"Didn't die?"

Lin Yun opened his eyes, looking at his flat chest, and his first thought was that he hadn't died.

He remembered himself, rarely having the leisure to climb Mount Tai for a tour.

Who would have known that the moment he reached the summit, a streak of sword light pierced through his chest.

Before he could react, he immediately lost consciousness.

"Ouch!" Lin Yun suddenly clutched his head, his face showing a look of struggle.

The pain, a splitting headache, as memories forcefully 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 eased, and his eyes were filled with calm.

It turned out he really hadn't died; he had been transported to another world.

He arrived in a world called Xuanhuang, possessing the body of a lowly sword slave on the outskirts of the Tianshui Kingdom.

Perhaps there was a higher power at work, as the sword slave's name was also Lin Yun.

The integration of memories revealed that he was fifteen years old this year. Three years ago, he joined the Qingyun Sect, but his talent was too low to become a Qingyun disciple.

He could only work in the sword washing room, becoming a sword slave responsible for the maintenance of the swords of the sect's disciples and elders.

Fortunately, the Qingyun Sect was not a sect primarily focused on swords, 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, he still had the opportunity to practice, which 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 remain a slave and not leave the Qingyun Sect.

Unfortunately, Lin Yun had enough determination, but his comprehension was too poor. After three years of cultivation, he had only reached the second level of the Martial Path and couldn't advance to the third level.

The standard for becoming an outer sect disciple was the third level of the Martial Path. This small step kept Lin Yun outside the outer sect.

Lin Yun pondered in his heart. As a sword slave, his cultivation time and resources were limited. However, after three whole years, he still couldn't break through to the third level of the Martial Path, indicating that the original owner's comprehension 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 situation, setting a goal for himself in a short time.

Perhaps it had a lot to do with his previous profession, which allowed him to remain calm in any environment.

In his previous life, he was a genius lawyer, well-versed in the law, with a photographic memory and known for his calm and steady demeanor.

Since his debut, he had never lost a case.

"First, I'll test the physical capabilities of this body."

With a deep voice, Lin Yun pushed open the small wooden house and came to an open space in front of the door.

He took the stance of the Tiger Fist, and with each step, he began to punch.

The Tiger Fist, as the name suggests, is a basic martial art. In fact, there are many better basic martial arts in the Qingyun Sect.

However, as a sword slave, he could only obtain this. As a non-formal disciple, he couldn't access the various resources of the Qingyun Sect.

What are basic martial arts?

The Martial Path has ten levels. 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 martial arts are specifically used to refine 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, immersed in a strange feeling.

Strange, why is the Tiger Fist 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.

But today, as he practiced, Lin Yun felt a clear mind, and everything became clear. Each punch sent a warm current flowing through his body, and he instantly understood the essence of the punches.

The Tiger Fist has eighteen moves. The first fifteen moves are used for health and body training. The last three moves are used for attack and combat and require a higher level of comprehension to practice.

They are: Tiger Roar in the Forest, Tiger Descending the Mountain, and All Beasts Bowing.

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. Warm currents surged through his limbs and bones.

Lin Yun's gaze turned serious, and the mental technique of the Tiger Fist flashed through his mind. Seizing this feeling, he controlled the warm currents surging through his body, and with a light shout, he performed the sixteenth move of the Tiger Fist, 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. A hundred cracks echoed, 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.

The warm currents in his body continued to surge, 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 the Martial Path!"

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

He was puzzled, wondering why his comprehension had become so high.

Breaking through to the third level of the Martial Path was explainable, as Lin Yun had accumulated over a year at this level.

After much thought, the only explanation was the fusion of souls. In his previous life, he was already 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 comprehension had improved even further, which made perfect sense.

"It seems this world is where my intelligence can truly shine. At the third level of the Martial Path, 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 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.

Once a slave, always marked!

Without much thought, 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 has been used for a long time needs maintenance to extend its lifespan, especially for high-quality swords.

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 it an hour ago, but he had been delayed by practicing the Tiger Fist.

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

In severe cases, it could even be 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.

Opposite him stood a man and a woman, both with extraordinary bearing and demeanor, forming a stark contrast to the thin man who spoke.

Especially the woman, dressed in a green robe and long skirt, with a slender figure, ethereal and beautiful, making 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. 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, seeing Lin Yun approach, immediately scolded him.

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's memories 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, she 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 was slightly angry.

The handsome man beside him laughed, "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 old 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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