Chapter 1

"Whoosh!"

Blood splattered everywhere!

A young figure, like a streak of light, burst out of the forest and fell to the ground, then rolled and tried to flee forward again.

Ahead, the surging Yuan River, with its waves crashing, was vast and indescribable, spanning a thousand feet at a glance!

Perhaps...

He only needed to rush into the river to completely escape the danger.

However, the burst from the forest had already drained all his strength, and he fell weakly to the ground.

The escape river was just within reach.

"Whoosh!"

The forest trembled.

Cold light flashed.

Two men and a woman, without any delay, simultaneously burst out of the forest, forming a fan shape and instantly surrounding the young man.

"Finally dead."

Among the three, the clearly leading young man's face showed a hint of coldness: "Lu Qinghe, what are you? What makes you think you can compete with me, Bei Zhenzhen? A bastard born to a Snow Sword Manor maid, how can your status compare to mine, a young prince? With the hundred gold I gave you, you could have comfortably been the second-best in the Qingyuan Academy. How leisurely it would have been, but you insisted on competing for the title of the first swordsman in Qingyuan Academy. Now, it's too late to regret."

"Master Bei Zhenzhen is right. Lu Qinghe is truly too ungrateful. Today's outcome is entirely his own fault."

Beside Bei Zhenzhen, the pretty girl smiled in agreement.

"Master, we are currently in the middle of the admission test for the Beiyue Royal Swordsmen Academy. We must resolve this quickly and not cause any unnecessary trouble."

Behind the young man, an older-looking man spoke solemnly.

This man was Bei Zhenzhen's bodyguard, a young strongman granted the Bei surname of the royal family—Bei Zhenhuang.

"Hmph, I've already spoken to the examiners of the Beiyue Royal Academy. Even if they see, they will turn a blind eye. My face, Bei Zhenzhen, is something no ordinary examiner from Qingyuan City would dare to refuse."

Bei Zhenzhen's expression was extremely domineering.

"This boy still has a breath left. Although Bei Zhenhuang has already destroyed his meridians, I, Bei Zhenzhen, am not so merciful to let him live. Go, Su Yue, kill him."

"Yes, Master Bei Zhenzhen."

The woman named Su Yue responded in a sweet voice, raised her sword, and approached Lu Qinghe, whose aura was gradually strengthening.

At this moment, if someone were to look up at the sky and observe the stars, they would notice that several stars had aligned, shining brightly.

As these stars shone, Lu Qinghe, who was lying on the ground, barely alive and on the brink of death, suddenly trembled and opened his eyes.

"Huh!? You scum, you actually dared to pretend to be dead? Since you want to pretend to be dead, I'll help you die!"

Seeing Lu Qinghe open his eyes again, Su Yue's pretty face showed a hint of anger at being deceived, and her sharp sword instantly stabbed down.

"Huh!?"

As the sword stabbed, a cold light flashed in Lu Qinghe's eyes, and he was about to raise his sword to counterattack.

However, the moment he tried to counterattack, a tearing pain spread throughout his body, stopping his movement.

"My meridians..."

In an instant, "Lu Qinghe" sensed the severe injuries on his body.

His meridians were completely severed.

Seeing Su Yue's sword fall, Lu Qinghe's eyes flashed with determination. He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and a mouthful of blood shot out like an arrow, aiming directly at Su Yue!

"Bang!"

The sound of metal clashing!

Su Yue hastily raised her sword to block, feeling a violent shock in her palm, her hair flying, and she was forced to retreat three steps!

Lu Qinghe, with his meridians severed and his true qi exhausted, could actually force back Su Yue, a top ten elite student of Qingyuan Academy?

"Huh!? Still struggling at this moment?"

Bei Zhenhuang glanced at the fiercely determined Lu Qinghe.

He had to admit, this student's fighting spirit was unmatched by Bei Zhenzhen. Without his assistance, the title of the first swordsman in Qingyuan Academy would undoubtedly belong to him.

But now...

"Unfortunately, you offended our young prince. Therefore, no matter how strong your will to live, your fate is only one—death!"

Bei Zhenhuang's eyes flashed with a terrifying light, and he swung his fine steel sword at Lu Qinghe, his true qi stirring, causing the ground to shake and sand to fly.

"Break!"

Ignoring the tearing pain in his body, Lu Qinghe let out a low cry, and his sword pierced the air, the blade shining like a meteor.

"Meteor Piercing the Moon!"

"Bang!"

Sparks flew.

Bei Zhenhuang's fine steel sword collided with Lu Qinghe's sword, producing a deafening sound.

"Meridians severed, yet he can still use such a powerful sword technique?"

Bei Zhenhuang was deeply shaken.

The sudden burst of sword technique from "Lu Qinghe" was not weaker than a full-strength attack from a second-level True Qi cultivator.

In terms of sword technique comprehension, Lu Qinghe was undoubtedly a first-class genius.

But...

What he didn't know was that the current Lu Qinghe was no longer the previous Lu Qinghe.

The one now occupying Lu Qinghe's body was Ye Qingfeng, a legendary swordsman from Earth, who combined mythological and immortal sword techniques.

Earth was already in the end times, and refining essence into qi was the peak of cultivation.

To seek the truth, Ye Qingfeng risked his life, activating all his potential to forcefully break through to the Qi Refinement stage, then used the alignment of nine stars to merge his spirit with the star energy, crossing the star sea and arriving in this world.

He never expected that, just before his spirit power was exhausted, he found a body that matched his soul, but this body had already been severely injured with its meridians severed, and was on the brink of death.

His spirit had been almost completely consumed during the journey across the star sea. If he were to fall again, he would truly die, his soul dissipating.

Therefore...

He could not die!

After crossing the star sea to reach a world with primordial energy and cultivators, the door to seeking the truth was already half-open for him. He could not die here.

"Lu Qinghe!? I, Ye Qingfeng, am now Lu Qinghe."

After one exchange of swords, Lu Qinghe understood the terrifying power of Bei Zhenhuang. He ignored the pain of his severed meridians and retreated rapidly.

"Lu Qinghe! You're still not dead?"

Bei Zhenzhen, seeing Lu Qinghe still resisting, felt inferior to this young man and became even more ruthless, his eyes full of ferocity: "Stop him! Bei Zhenhuang, stop him! I want to make him beg for mercy on his knees before me, and then tear him to pieces with my own hands!"

"Phoenix Dance in the Sky!"

Following the order, Bei Zhenhuang's eyes filled with killing intent, and his sword slashed out, instantly creating a sky full of sword shadows that completely enveloped Lu Qinghe.

"Heavenly Meteor!"

Lu Qinghe let out a long cry, his sword piercing the sky, creating a dazzling array of sword shadows. Each sword strike was like a burst of starlight, beautiful yet deadly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a series of exclamations, twelve sounds echoed in the air. In half a breath, Lu Qinghe unleashed twelve consecutive sword strikes, completely dismantling Bei Zhenhuang's "Phoenix Dance in the Sky."

"Bei Zhenzhen, you are the first person I have recorded!"

Pushing his limits to the extreme, breaking through "Phoenix Dance in the Sky," Lu Qinghe let out a fierce cry, his mouth filled with blood, and his body rapidly retreated toward the river, leaving a trail of blood.

His mind was cold and clear.

Bei Zhenzhen!

On the first day in this world, he was forced to such an extreme by this person.

"Su Yue! Stop him!"

Bei Zhenzhen roared in anger.

He, the son of the Black Dragon King, was restrained in Qingyuan City. Now, he couldn't even kill a Qingyuan Academy student. If this news spread, where would his face as a young prince be?

What face would he have to go to the capital, Qian'gu City?

"Lu Qinghe!"

Su Yue cried out, raising her sword to block.

However, Lu Qinghe, fighting for his life, had all his potential activated. Even with his meridians severed, how could a Qingyuan Academy elite student stop him?

"Die!"

A sword light, like a cold moon and a star, cut through the air.

"Bang!"

The sword blade sliced past Su Yue's white neck, the sword light sweeping away her head, sending it into the air.

Blood splattered the sky.

"Plunk!"

The next moment, Lu Qinghe's body fell into the river...

In an instant, he disappeared with the rolling river.

"Damn it! Lu Qinghe! You can't escape!"

...

Faintly, Lu Qinghe could still hear Bei Zhenzhen's angry roar.

"Gurgle!"

The waves surged, and the hidden currents rushed. Lu Qinghe was instantly swept to the bottom of the river.

At the river bottom, it was hard to distinguish between heaven and earth. Even trying to swim upward to the surface was extremely difficult...

If it were the previous Lu Qinghe, with such injuries, falling into the river would have been a death sentence.

But now...

Under his mental control, Lu Qinghe's internal energy was activated, his spirit and qi harmonizing, his essence and spirit resonating. His heart beat powerfully, pushing blood to circulate throughout his body, and his slightly cold body became hot!

"Roar!"

With Lu Qinghe's thunderous cry, even at the river bottom, the surrounding water was temporarily shattered.

The dirty water and blood in his body were expelled in the cry, shooting out like water arrows, piercing a half-meter-long knife fish three meters away.

Expelling the dirty water and blood, Lu Qinghe closed his mouth, using his energy to block the water from entering his body. Sensing the flow of the hidden currents, he slowly floated upward, eventually surfacing.

The Yuan River was vast, and Qingyuan City was named after it. When Lu Qinghe surfaced, he was already on the other side of the river. Even if Bei Zhenhuang and his group wanted to finish him off, they were powerless to do so from across the river.

Reaching the riverbank, Lu Qinghe did not return to Qingyuan Academy but went to his residence.

Bei Zhenzhen was arrogant and domineering, but in Qingyuan City, he couldn't control everything. He wouldn't dare to attack Lu Qinghe in broad daylight.

"Severe injuries, meridians severed. To heal and resume cultivation, I need to buy a Unity Spirit Pill."

Lu Qinghe sensed his body.

His meridians were completely severed by Bei Zhenhuang, making it impossible to move true qi, effectively cutting off his path of cultivation.

Therefore, healing his injuries was his top priority.

Snow Sword Manor...

He had sent the message, but he didn't think Snow Sword Manor would be willing to provide a Unity Spirit Pill to heal his injuries.

"A Unity Spirit Pill is worth a thousand gold..."

Lu Qinghe was silent.

Gathering a thousand gold was extremely difficult.

But...

He, Ye Qingfeng, now Lu Qinghe, to seek cultivation and open the door to truth, had crossed the star sea from the end times of Earth, a journey that was more than a matter of life and death.

The path of truth is elusive and cannot allow him to hide his sword and收敛锋芒.

The end times of the world cannot make him stop in his tracks.

The vast star sea cannot obstruct his quest for truth.

Let alone such minor injuries.

A Unity Spirit Pill is worth a thousand gold.

But as long as it can reopen the door to cultivation, even if it takes a lifetime, he would have no regrets!

"Lu Qinghe's original cultivation was at the peak of the third level of True Qi. Teaching at the Swordsmen Guild would earn him ten gold coins a month, but now, with my meridians severed, even with exquisite sword techniques, in a world where true qi determines one's strength, no Swordsmen Guild would likely hire me..."

Lu Qinghe pondered for a moment.

Ultimately, his gaze fell on mathematics.

The original Lu Qinghe was fond of mathematics and was quite proficient in it, even serving as the vice president of a mathematics club.

The mathematics club earned income by solving mathematical problems for others.

Moreover, mathematics and sword techniques were unrelated, which could lower Bei Zhenzhen's guard against him.

He currently lacked the strength to confront Bei Zhenhuang.

"Bei Zhenzhen, Bei Zhenhuang..."

Lu Qinghe silently repeated these names.