Chapter 1

Han Yang, Mo Mansion.

"Cheng Kun! Cheng Kun!"

Mo Li opened his eyes to a series of furious roars, like a mad beast, making his scalp tingle.

"Who's shouting?"

"Where am I?"

Mo Li was utterly confused. Wasn't he sleeping at home?

Suddenly, a flood of memories surged into his mind.

Zhang Sanfeng had dominated the martial world for decades, the Seven Heroes of Wudang were renowned across the land, the appearance of the Dragon Slaying Saber had sparked a bloodbath...

"The world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber?"

Mo Li was stunned. His body, also named Mo Li, was the only son of the Mo family, a martial arts dynasty in Han Yang. Although he was only five years old, he was already the designated successor of the Wudang Sect!

This was because the Mo family was adjacent to Wudang, and the father of this body was a close friend of Song Yuanqiao of Wudang. Song Yuanqiao would come to take him up the mountain to learn martial arts in the next couple of days.

However, just a moment ago, while he was practicing horse stance in the backyard, a sudden thunderclap had stunned him, causing him to lose consciousness. When he woke up, he had already been replaced by a different soul.

"This way of dying is quite bizarre, being killed by a single thunderclap?"

Mo Li shook his head, feeling deep pity for the original owner.

A disciple of a martial arts family, and the designated successor of Wudang, in the world of martial arts, this was a top-tier existence, far superior to his own life as a 9-to-9 office worker.

Alas, he was killed by a thunderclap?

Just as he was thinking this, the roars outside suddenly disappeared. Mo Li was puzzled, and his gaze swept over the wall, where he saw a line of blood-red characters that made his scalp tingle!

"The killer is the Mixed Yuan Thunder Hand Cheng Kun!"

Wait, how could such a thing exist?

Mo Li was stunned, and the plot of the original work quickly flooded his mind. Cheng Kun was a cunning old man who never killed directly. The only one who would leave his name after such a massacre was his disciple, Jin...

"There's still a survivor!"

Suddenly, a chilling voice sounded behind Mo Li, and instantly, a wave of overwhelming fear enveloped him.

Thinking of the name in his mind, he turned around trembling, and what he saw was a towering man with green eyes and golden hair, like a lion ready to pounce, making him shudder with fear!

"Jin... Jinmao Shiwang Xie Xun?!"

Mo Li was utterly terrified, his whole body trembling with cold. He never imagined that he would encounter such a scene right after crossing over.

Cheng Kun had raped Xie Xun's wife and killed his family, driving Xie Xun to madness. To force Cheng Kun to come out, Xie Xun had created massacres across the land, using extremely brutal methods. The Mo family was clearly one of the families he had wiped out!

As for the original owner being killed by a thunderclap, it was clearly Xie Xun's Lion Roar technique!

[Ding! System activating...]

[Dream Fulfillment System, no dream unfulfilled!]

[Current host number: 198]

[Trial mission: Survive from Jinmao Shiwang.]

[Mission reward: The Muscle Changing Classic (a divine skill created by a remarkable person during the Northern Song Dynasty, the Muscle Changing Classic is the foundational part, capable of rejuvenating the body and is the ultimate treasure sought after by martial artists)]

System?

Mo Li looked at the light screen that suddenly appeared before him, feeling no joy, only a chill.

A five-year-old child, surviving from Jinmao Shiwang!

This was one of the Four Great Kings of the Ming Sect, one of the top experts in the world!

The trial mission, host number 198, the fate of the previous 197 was obvious...

"Do you recognize this old man?"

Jinmao Shiwang looked at the small child before him, reached out a large hand, and lifted Mo Li off the ground, his voice filled with killing intent: "Are you the Mo family's child?"

Mo Li felt the killing intent hit him, making his body go limp with fear. The overwhelming fear was like a mountain pressing down on him, and his heart pounded like a drum.

Say something! You must say something!

Mo Li's mind raced, knowing that the only way to survive was to make this man stop!

However, the killing intent from a top expert who had just slaughtered countless lives was too terrifying. Mo Li was so nervous that he couldn't speak, and he even had the urge to scream and vent his fear!

No, no screaming! No screaming!

How can I survive?

Mo Li's mind was a mess, and he forcibly suppressed his fear, staring intently at Jinmao Shiwang's face!

This bearded face was stained with dried blood, adding to the killing intent!

"You're quite brave, not crying?"

A hint of warmth appeared in Jinmao Shiwang's eyes, and he muttered to himself, "If my son Wujie hadn't died, he would be about your age now."

Wujie?

Zhang Wujie?

No, Xie Wujie, the child killed by Cheng Kun!

The original plot flashed through Mo Li's mind, and he wanted to say, if you want, I can call you father, just don't kill me!

"Wujie is dead, my father is dead, my wife is dead, Cheng Kun, Cheng Kun!"

Jinmao Shiwang roared, his green eyes gradually filling with blood, the killing intent almost making Mo Li's heart stop!

"Die! All must die! Cheng Kun!"

Suddenly, Jinmao Shiwang roared to the sky, and a massive fist, filled with fierce power, struck toward Mo Li's head, the crisis of life and death enveloping him instantly!

What to do? What to do?

I can't die! I absolutely can't die like this!

Mo Li screamed in his heart, his body trembling with fear, but his mind suddenly became clear!

In this last moment of life, time seemed to slow down, and the plot of Jinmao Shiwang Xie Xun flashed through his mind!

Suddenly, a name flashed in his mind!

Go for it! Success or failure!

"Cheng Kun! Cheng Kun! Cheng Kun..."

Mo Li closed his eyes and used all his strength to shout this name with all his might!

Whoosh...

A powerful gust of wind swept past, the force of the punch stinging his face, but the expected pain never came. Mo Li opened his eyes and saw the massive fist just a centimeter from his face, the hairs on the knuckles even touching his face!

Death had been just a centimeter away!

He looked at Jinmao Shiwang's face, and at this moment, the eyes of this top expert of the Ming Sect were filled with tangible killing intent!

Jinmao Shiwang narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "You know Cheng Kun?!"

His voice was filled with deep hatred!

Mo Li nodded without hesitation. He must know Cheng Kun; if he didn't, he would face the fatal blow from Jinmao Shiwang!

"How could a child like you know Cheng Kun?"

Xie Xun raised an eyebrow, suddenly remembering something, and said in a low voice, "No, you also know me. You called my name just now. Was it Cheng Kun who told you, wasn't it?!"

His voice grew louder, and a hint of inner strength was evident, like a lion's roar, making Mo Li's head ache and his vision blur...