Chapter One: The Sword Slave of Qingyun
pendent dwelling within Qingyun Gate was inseparable from his masterful sword-cultivating art.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!It's too late, I should have sent it an hour..."Not dead"
Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked at his flat chest. The first thought that came to mind was that he hadn't died.
He remembered himself, rarely leisurely visiting Mount Tai.
Who knew that in the moment of reaching the summit, a flash of sword light would pierce through his chest.
Before he could react, he lost consciousness.
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"Ouch!" Lin Yun suddenly clutched his head, his face contorted in pain.
Pain, a splitting headache. Memories surged forward, forcefully. Images flashed like in a movie, fast and relentless.
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The fusion of memories, in just a short amount of time, made Lin Yun feel as if ten years had passed.
When he opened his eyes again, his expression gradually eased, and his eyes were filled with calmness.
It turns out he didn't really die, he crossed over.
I arrived in this world called Xuanhuang, possessing the body of a small sword slave on the border of Tian Shui Kingdom.
Perhaps there is a providence in the heavens, and the sword slave's name is also Lin Yun.
The merging of memories told him that he was fifteen years old this year. He had joined the Qingyun Sect three years ago, but his talent was too low to become a Qingyun disciple.
He could only become a handyman in the sword washing room within the sect, becoming a swordslave, specializing in the maintenance of swords belonging to the sect's disciples and elders.
Fortunately, Qingyun Gate was not a sect that focused on swords, so he wasn't particularly busy. He would have some free time every day to cultivate.
In the Xuanhuang world, strength is paramount.
To be born as a sword slave and still have the opportunity to cultivate is already incredibly rare.
Even within the Qingyun Sect, there are rules. All attendants, once they have made some progress in cultivation, can become formal disciples.
It was precisely this rule that had always encouraged Lin Yun, making him willing to be a servant and never leave Qingyunmen.
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Unfortunately, Lin Yun's perseverance is sufficient, but his comprehension is too poor. After three years of cultivation, he has only reached the second level of martial arts, and he is still unable to enter the third level.
...and the standard for becoming an outer disciple was precisely at the Martial Arts Triple Realm, just a step away. This had always kept Lin Yun outside the Outer Sect...
Lin Yun pondered silently in his heart. As a sword slave, his cultivation time and resources were both hindered. For three full years, he had been unable to break through to the third level of martial arts. This original owner's comprehension was still a bit mediocre.
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“Since I'm given a second chance at life, I will live it to the fullest. In this world, Lin Yun's name can also resound throughout the four seas!”
Strangely enough, Lin Yun adapted to the time travel very quickly and set himself a goal in just a few moments.
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Perhaps, it has a lot to do with his past profession. It allows him to remain calm in any environment.
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In his past life, he was a genius lawyer, well-versed in the law and possessing photographic memory. He was known for his composure and steadiness.
Since debut, undefeated.
“Let me try it out, this body... what kind of potential does it have”
In a low voice, Lin Yun pushed open the small wooden house and came to an empty space in front of it.
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Adopting the stance of the Tiger Fist, Lin Yun stomped his feet and launched a flurry of punches.
Tiger Fist, just hearing the name, you know it's a common and straightforward fighting style. In fact, there are countless better basic techniques in the Qingyun Sect than this Tiger Fist.
> As just a sword slave, this is all I can get. Not being an official disciple, I cannot access the various resources of Qingyunmen at all.
What is the foundation technique
The ten levels of martial arts, the first three cultivate skin, bones, and meridians. The middle three cultivate flesh, blood, and five internal organs. The last three connect tendons, transform bone, and change marrow, reaching the peak of the tenth level.
Basic boxing techniques are used to hone the physical body, improve meridians, bones, blood and flesh, laying the foundation for a long and arduous path of cultivation.
Whew!
With a mighty gust of wind, fallen leaves were swirling on the ground. Lin Yun felt a surge of exhilaration throughout his body, lost in a strange sense of wonder.
Strange, this Tiger Fist, today I strike it with such fluency.
In my memory, Lin Yun used to practice this set of punches in a way that was obscure and difficult to understand. He would only imitate the form without truly grasping its meaning.
It has the form but lacks the meaning.
Today, as Lin Yun fought, he felt a clarity in his mind, understanding everything. With each punch, a surge of heat flowed through his body, and in an instant, he grasped the essence of the fist.
The Eighteen Forms of the Tiger Fist, the first fifteen are practiced for health cultivation and physical refinement. The last three forms are used for attack and combat, requiring a higher level of comprehension to practice.
They are respectively, Tiger's Roaring in the Forest, Tiger Descending the Mountain, and Hundred Beasts Gathering.
The essence of the Tiger Fist lies in these three moves, but Lin Yun hadn't mastered them before. He only half-understood the first fifteen moves, so how could he focus on the last three
In a flash, he completed all fifteen strikes. A surge of heat coursed through his limbs and bones, flowing wildly throughout his body.
Lin Yun's eyes darkened, the heart method of the Tiger Fist flashed through his mind. Taking advantage of this feeling, he grasped the surging heat flow within his body, let out a soft cry, and unleashed the sixteenth form of Tiger Fist: Tiger Roars in the Mountains and Forests.
With a punch, the heat inside him boiled over, surging into his right hand. It was as if a phantom tiger appeared behind Lin Yun, roaring furiously.
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Next, the entire skeleton rattled, booming with a sound like thunder. For a hundred sounds it reverberated, each one furious, like the roar of a tiger.
A gust of wind swept across the field, sending the fallen leaves swirling in the air. They shattered into countless fragments and rustled as they fell to the ground.
The internal heat flow is still churning non-stop, warming the whole body and feeling incredibly comfortable.
“This is inner strength! The cracking and resonating of bones generate inner strength, this is the sign of breaking through the second level, I have reached the third level of martial arts!”
Lin Yun retracted his fists and adjusted his breath, a hint of joy appearing on his face. He hadn't expected that by successfully practicing the Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest technique, he had also reached the third level of martial arts.
He felt strange, wondering why his comprehension had become so high.
Having entered the third level of martial arts, it's understandable. After all, Lin Yun had accumulated here for over a year.
After much deliberation, the only explanation that makes sense is soul fusion. In his past life, he was already incredibly intelligent. A brilliant lawyer, with photographic memory and an ability to recite everything verbatim, his reputation was well-deserved.
This was already an advantage, and now with the fusion of another Lin Yun's soul, his comprehension had reached a higher level. It made perfect sense.
"It seems that this world is the place where my intelligence and wit can truly shine. At the third level of martial arts, I am qualified to become an outer disciple of Qingyun Gate. From now on, I will no longer have to be a sword slave."
Lin Yun muttered to himself, and suddenly, he remembered something. His face changed drastically, and he hurried back into the wooden house, searching everywhere.
In a dim corner of the wooden hut, there was a sword lying in a basin of icy water.
"That's it."
Lin Yun didn't hesitate, reaching out to take the sword. In an instant, his right hand was frozen a ghastly white.
In the icy water, Lin Yun's delicate face was reflected. On her brow, there was a small purple rhombus mark.
Seeing this purple mark, Lin Yun's face was odd.
One day as a slave, a lifetime with the mark!
Regardless of anything else, Lin Yun took his sword and rushed out the door toward the Sword Washing Pavilion.
The sword naturally didn't belong to him. It was one he maintained for a core disciple of Qingyun Sect. Any sword needs maintenance after being used for a long time.
> For extending lifespan, a superior sword is especially so.
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Over the years, as a sword slave, his ability to secure an independent dwelling within Qingyun Gate was inseparable from his masterful sword-cultivating art.
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It's too late, I should have sent it an hour ago, but I got sidetracked practicing martial arts.
Lin Yun felt a bit annoyed in his heart. As a nobody, being in this heavily hierarchical sect, delaying matters for those bigwigs would have dire consequences.
In serious cases, it could even be life-threatening.
“Sister Su, he’s here!”
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At the front of the sword-washing chamber at the mountain's edge, three people gathered. After seeing Lin Yun arrive, a thin man among them spoke quickly.
Opposite him stood a man and a woman, both with extraordinary bearing and elegance. In terms of temperament, they formed a striking contrast to the person who had spoken first.
Especially the woman, clad in a blue long dress, with a graceful figure, an ethereal air, and extraordinary beauty, caused people to feel humbled and unable to look directly at her.
Lin Yun saw the woman through the crowd and inexplicably felt a sense of goodwill towards her.
Lin Yun, who had absorbed the memories of his previous owner, was not surprised. The original owner had always harbored a secret love for Su Ziyao, an inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect.
“You sword slave, why are you just now coming Sister Su has been waiting for you for half an hour.” The slender man immediately scolded when he saw Lin Yun approaching.
Su Ziyao's face was expressionless. She said faintly, "Sword, bring it here."
Lin Yun let out a breath of relief. The other party didn't reprimand him, and stepped forward to hand the sword from his arms.
Su Ziyao took out her handkerchief and wiped the sword from hilt to point. This action caused Lin Yun to frown slightly. The goodwill he had for the previous owner vanished completely.
The blade drew out half an inch, a gust of cold wind sweeping out. Su Ziyao swiftly sheathed the sword again, her movements so fast that one only saw a flash of cold light.
"Not bad." Satisfied, Su Ziyao took the sword and threw a jade bottle to Lin Yun's feet.
What does this mean, is he a beggar
Lin Yun felt a surge of anger in his heart.
The handsome man beside her smiled and said, "Junior Sister Su, you have such a kind heart. This sword slave is late by even a moment, and you'd still reward him. Why don't you quickly pick it up Thank you, Senior Sister!"
Seeing that Lin Yun didn't move, the handsome young man frowned and said coldly.
If it were the past Lin Yun, there was no need for this handsome man to say more, he would have picked it up himself.
But now...
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So, pick it up or not
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Let me know if you have other text to translate!blade drew out half an inch, a gust of cold wind sweeping out. Su Ziyao swiftly sheathed the sword again, her movements so fast that one only saw a flash of cold light."Not bad." Satisfied, Su Ziyao...