Chapter 1

In the vast world of Miti.

On the third day of the ninth month, it was a day of great joy for the city of Qingfeng.

Lu Yuchuan, who was born in Qingfeng City and had achieved the Daoist Virtue, was bestowed with a divine position and enshrined in the Grand Agricultural Temple, serving as the God of Wei River, thus becoming a deity in one fell swoop.

When one person attains the Dao, even the chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. Although after becoming a deity, one no longer has worldly emotions, there are still ties to the hometown. At least from now on, Qingfeng City should receive some protection, with favorable weather and fewer wars, which is enough for ordinary people.

Thus, the whole city celebrated all night!

The sky was lit up with fireworks and lanterns!

“Pfft!”

Li Chun, however, stood on a desolate mountain outside the city, pushing a small wooden wheelchair, gazing at the brilliant lights of half the city, clenching his fists, baring his teeth, and sneering at the splendid fireworks.

“What’s so great about this?”

Though his eyes secretly revealed deep envy, he would never admit it.

The pale little girl in the wheelchair smiled at him, sighed, and shook her head, “Big Brother, he has attained the Dao and connected with the mysteries of the universe, sensing the divine, and has become a deity, thus achieving eternal life and immortality. Of course, that’s something great.”

“Pah!” Li Chun turned his head, his lips twitching, and extended a little finger, wagging it, “Huo’er, don’t let these people fool you. What eternal life and immortality? It’s just a small divine position like the River God. Any powerful being could destroy him with a flick of the wrist!”

He squinted and made a face, trying to show a look of disdain.

“Immortal? This weak deity dares to use the word ‘immortal’?”

“Even if he reaches the rank of a Heavenly Emperor, if he encounters a great calamity, he will still face the fate of death and the annihilation of his Dao!”

“True eternal life can only be achieved by a Sage!”

He wore a faded blue robe with a small, barely noticeable patch at the corner. Though it was clean, it was clear he was not from a wealthy family. He was only about sixteen or seventeen years old, yet his tone was shockingly grand.

Seeing his indignant look, the little girl covered her mouth and giggled.

“Big Brother, are you going to say again that you are destined to become a Sword Saint? That these deities are no match for you?”

“Of course! Riding the wind and wielding the sword, invincible in the world! Slashing down powerful enemies from the heavens and embracing beautiful women, that is my ambition!”

Li Chun said with great confidence, thumping his chest.

“Oh?” The little girl blinked, looking at him suspiciously, “Since Big Brother is so mighty, the two academies’ sword contest is in seven days. Have you created your new sword technique yet?”

“I heard that Li Ba from the Thunder Hall created a new move called ‘Thunder Strike,’ which even their hall master praised highly!”

“About that…”

Li Chun was hit right where it hurt, and he instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, losing his earlier confidence. He could only give a dry laugh.

“Currently… it’s not yet complete.”

“But! But!” Seeing the little girl about to speak again, Li Chun hurriedly waved his hands.

“Tonight, I have inspiration. I have a feeling I will definitely complete a brilliant new sword technique tonight! Hmph, I will not let Man Niang down!”

“Really?”

The little girl shook her head and sighed, looking unconvinced.

“Of course!”

Li Chun stomped his foot, resolute.

“I am destined to become a Sword Saint! A mere Li Ba from the Thunder Hall, how could he be in my eyes!”

—His confidence was not without reason.

According to his teacher, Lu Man Niang, the current head of the Qingling Pavilion, Li Chun’s talent for swordsmanship was at best above average, and he had only been learning for a short time. It was almost impossible for him to surpass Li Ba from the Thunder Hall.

In fact, the Qingling Pavilion had lost for so many years, and Lu Man Niang seemed to care little about this contest.

In seven days, it would be the annual sword contest between the Qingling Pavilion and the Thunder Hall. As the representative of the Qingling Pavilion, Li Chun had to create a new sword technique and be evaluated by five sword masters along with the representative from the Thunder Hall.

The winner would be decided based on the superiority of their sword techniques.

The opponent had already completed a new move called ‘Thunder Strike,’ which, according to the information Li Chun had gathered, was powerful and could score at least an 8 or 9.

On Li Chun’s side, there was no progress at all.

This was not entirely his fault. He had only been learning swordsmanship for three years at the Qingling Pavilion, and his foundation was not yet solid. Creating a new sword technique that could be rated was a bit too much to ask.

If the Qingling Pavilion were not in decline, with only twenty-odd students, and Li Chun being the strongest, he would not have been chosen.

Apart from his silly junior disciples, no one expected him to win.

Although it seemed impossible, he knew he could definitely come up with a sword technique that would surpass Li Ba and win the contest.

Because he had a magical treasure.

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Li Chun was not originally from the world of Miti.

He had come from Earth three years ago.

Before coming to this world, Li Chun was just an ordinary student, but he was naturally curious. He was interested in martial arts, Daoist techniques, feng shui, the supernatural, and fortune-telling, and was particularly fascinated by the ancient Chinese deities.

He often argued with people about the realms of deities and the number of sages, and he was well-versed in all sorts of miscellaneous knowledge.

If nothing had happened, he might have graduated, found a job, married, and had children, living a mundane life.

—Until one day, Li Chun obtained a magical treasure!

It was a pure white jade pendant with two ancient seal characters engraved on it.

Li Chun looked up the characters in the Kangxi Dictionary and recognized them as “Langhuan.”

This jade pendant, named Langhuan, was the inheritance token of an ancient sword sect.

—The sect’s purpose was to achieve the Dao through the sword, ultimately becoming an immortal sage!

The Langhuan pendant contained all the sword techniques collected by the sword sect throughout history, with countless magical sword techniques. It was meant to guide the inheritor to find the Dao through the study and understanding of the sword, to achieve the highest level of sainthood!

According to the content recorded in the small booklet that came with the Langhuan pendant, Li Chun refined the treasure for three years, making it absorb the essence of the moonlight every day. Finally, he summoned the spirit of the Sword Saint, opened the White Jade Mystic Gate, and entered the Langhuan Library!

Countless sword techniques lay before him, ready for him to choose!

Li Chun was overjoyed!

Then…

Misfortune struck. The day after he opened the Langhuan Library, Li Chun had an accident and was transported to the world of Miti, becoming a poor orphaned teenager. The only thing he brought with him was the Langhuan pendant.

Confused about why he was transported here, he was fortunate to have no family or friends, so changing environments was not a bad thing—especially since this world was rich in spiritual energy, with various deities and magical beings, making it a more convenient place for cultivation.

So, Li Chun settled down with a clear conscience.

He originally thought that with this treasure, he could easily defeat any deity or Buddha, but he had to refine it again, which took him another three years!

During these three years, he lived with Yan Huo’er.

Yan Huo’er was the adopted daughter of the parents of the body he now inhabited. She was intelligent but frail, with a congenital disability in her legs. She was somewhat mysterious and strange, but she was very dependent on her brother, Li Chun.

Li Chun had no family in his previous life and initially only felt sorry for her—since their parents had died early, leaving only the two of them, he could not abandon Yan Huo’er. He took on the responsibility of being a brother, working hard to earn a living and support the family.

Over time, they developed a bond, and Li Chun became even more attached to his little sister.

“Three years have passed, and tonight is the night when the Langhuan pendant will become fully refined. I can finally hold my head high! In seven days, at the sword contest, I will easily defeat the Thunder Hall, and with my brilliant sword technique, I will become famous. Then, we will live a life of luxury, and I won’t let Huo’er suffer!”

After settling his sister to sleep, Li Chun could not contain his impatience and took out the Langhuan pendant. Seeing the phosphorescent glow on the jade, he could not help but smile.

Since he was transported to this world and began to let the Langhuan pendant absorb the essence of the moonlight, Li Chun had been counting the days. It had been exactly three years, and tonight was the night when the Sword Saint would manifest, and the White Jade Mystic Gate would open.

The treasure was glowing, as if it were alive, showing signs of activation.

It seemed there was no mistake!

With the inheritance of the sword sect and countless sword techniques, creating a few moves to defeat Li Ba should be more than enough!

He was full of confidence!

“The time is almost here.”

The moon was high in the sky, and the noise in Qingfeng City had gradually subsided. Li Chun peeked out the window to check the sky, nodded, and went to the kitchen to check the stew that had been simmering all night. The meat was tender, and the aroma wafted out. He swallowed hard, tore off a piece of lamb and ate it, savoring it, then added two more logs to the fire. He then quietly left the house, closed the door, and ran into the mountains.

The forest was deep, and the moonlight was dappled. Li Chun’s figure was agile.

He should still be grateful for the transportation. In the world of Miti, Li Chun had a healthy and strong body—thanks to daily work and martial arts training at the Qingling Pavilion, which was much better than his previous frail body.

If he had been in his previous body, running a few miles would have left him drenched in sweat and panting, but now, running through the mountains did not feel too strenuous.

He passed through a small forest on the mountain slope, skirted around a large rock, and arrived at a clearing by a babbling stream. He stopped, looked up at the moon, and nodded.

“Just right!”

Every night at midnight, the jade pendant absorbed the moonlight and stored spiritual energy. Li Chun searched for a long time before finding this quiet, flat area in the mountains as his secret cultivation spot.

He understood the principle that a man without sin is in danger if he possesses a valuable treasure. He had kept the Langhuan pendant a secret for years, only refining it in the middle of the night.

After being transported to the world of Miti, the Langhuan pendant somehow entered his mind, and he could summon it at will. No one could take it from him, but he still maintained good habits.

Li Chun carefully placed the Langhuan pendant on a large, moss-covered stone, about half a person’s height. The moonlight shone on the jade, making it glow like flowing water, with a clear and beautiful light, mysterious and enchanting.

“Old Jade, Old Jade, I sacrifice my sleep every night to accompany you in the moonlight. Don’t let me down tonight!”

Li Chun muttered, made a show of bowing, then yawned, leaned against the big stone, and took out a Daoist scripture from his pocket, reading it by the moonlight.

“You lie there comfortably, but I still have to memorize two sections. I never thought I would still have to take exams here. Life is truly a tragedy…”

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