Jiuzhou Continent, Lizhou.

Shenxiao Sword Sect, Gucun Peak.

Beneath a thousand-year-old tree on the peak, a young man in his twenties was lounging on the ground. With his hands pillowed behind his head and his legs crossed, he had a blade of foxtail grass dangling from his mouth as he rested with his eyes closed.

Nearby, the embers of a recently extinguished fire and a scattering of bones were a testament to the life-and-death battle that had just occurred.

The young man’s name was Lin Feng. He was the Senior Brother of this generation of the Shenxiao Sword Sect, the True Disciple—and only disciple—of Su Mubai, the wielder of the Haoran Sword, one of the Shenxiao Seven Swords.

This Su Mubai was no ordinary man.

His talent was so immense that he ranked among the best in the entire history of the Shenxiao Sword Sect. He was hailed as a once-in-a-century genius. If not for an accident that had damaged his foundation, causing his strength to stagnate, the position of Headmaster of the Shenxiao Sword Sect would most likely be his.

But alas, there were no what-ifs in life.

A crippled genius was no longer a genius.

The Shenxiao Seven Swords were the seven famous swords of the Shenxiao Sword Sect, but they also referred to the seven individuals who wielded them. Their fame was widespread, and their names rang throughout all of Lizhou.

They were the Haoran Sword, Taiyi Sword, Leiming Sword, Chenyuan Sword, Yanlong Sword, Honglian Sword, and Ice Soul Sword.

The wielders of this generation were Su Mubai, Luo Yuntian, Zhao Ziwen, Jiang Zhe, Liu Ye, Liu Hongluan, and Leng Hanshuang, respectively.

Among them, Leng Hanshuang was the youngest, not yet a hundred years old, while the youngest of the others was already approaching three hundred.

The reason for such a large age gap was the sheer difficulty of getting one of the Shenxiao Seven Swords to acknowledge a master.

It was so difficult, in fact, that there had been long periods where each of the swords had no wielder.

And without the acknowledgment of the Shenxiao Seven Swords, one could not unleash their true power.

The Shenxiao Seven Swords could be used individually in battle, each with its own unique characteristics, or they could form the mighty Big Dipper Sword Formation. They could even merge into one, creating a cataclysmic power that was far greater than the sum of its parts.

It was a pity that Su Mubai had fallen behind. Otherwise, the Shenxiao Sword Sect’s power would have surely risen to a new level.

This generation had finally managed to find masters for all seven swords, only for one to fall behind. It was a source of great regret.

"Is Nephew Lin Feng here?" a voice suddenly called from the sky.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, stood up, and beckoned with his hand.

*Swoosh!*

The three-foot blade hanging on the large tree instantly unsheathed itself and rapidly grew in size.

He stepped onto it, transforming into a streak of light that soared into the sky.

Sword Flight was the most fundamental skill for a Sword Cultivator, one that could be learned upon reaching the second realm, the Condensing Sea Stage.

Above Gucun Peak, a woman of peerless beauty stood levitating in the air.

She was Leng Hanshuang, wielder of the Ice Soul Sword, one of the Shenxiao Seven Swords. She was also Su Mubai's junior sister and Lin Feng's Uncle Master.

Lin Feng arrived a short distance in front of Leng Hanshuang, clasped his fists, and bowed. "Lin Feng pays his respects to Uncle Master Leng!"

"Follow me!"

Leng Hanshuang glanced at Lin Feng, spoke a single phrase, and turned to leave.

"Yes, Uncle Master Leng!"

Lin Feng replied and followed after her.

Leng Hanshuang strode through the air ahead, while Lin Feng followed behind on his sword.

There was a fundamental difference between walking on air and Sword Flight.

Sword Flight could be practiced after reaching the second cultivation realm, the Condensing Sea Stage, whereas walking on air required reaching the fifth realm, the Controlling Sky Stage.

The difference in strength between the two was immense.

At this moment, Lin Feng was a little bewildered. Uncle Master Leng would not come to Gucun Peak without good reason. In fact, none of the other Uncle Masters or sect members ever came here.

After all, he was the only person on Gucun Peak now.

His Master had left the mountain a long time ago and had yet to return. His only junior sister had become a disciple under Uncle Master Liu. As for himself, his title of Senior Brother of the Shenxiao Sect was one in name only.

Basically, no one ever came to Gucun Peak unless it was for something unavoidable.

Gucun Peak had long existed in name only. If Su Mubai were not still alive, it would have been occupied by others in the sect long ago.

No matter what, Su Mubai was still the wielder of the Haoran Sword, one of the Shenxiao Seven Swords, and the senior brother of the current Headmaster, Luo Yuntian. Though his strength was lacking, his status was not. Furthermore, his foundation had been injured while on a mission, causing his cultivation to stagnate. The entire Shenxiao Sword Sect had to show him some respect.

The moment something happened to Su Mubai, the Haoran Sword and Gucun Peak would surely be fought over by many.

Even if one couldn't gain the Haoran Sword's acknowledgment and unleash its power, just possessing it was the dream of countless disciples of the Shenxiao Sword Sect.

Logically, as Su Mubai's only disciple, Lin Feng should have been the one to inherit it.

Unfortunately, although Lin Feng was the Senior Brother of his generation, his strength was nowhere near sufficient for the role.

The Haoran Sword was one of the Shenxiao Seven Swords, a crown jewel of the sect. It was impossible for them to let a person of mediocre talent like him inherit it.

The two soon arrived at a side hall on the main peak of the Shenxiao Sect. The other Uncle Masters from the Shenxiao Seven Swords were already waiting there.

In the middle of the hall rested an ice coffin. A beautiful young girl of about sixteen was kneeling before it, crying softly.

The moment Lin Feng saw this, his heart sank.

The crying girl was his junior sister, Su Xiyao, Su Mubai's only daughter.

His master's wife had been gone for many years. There was only one possibility that could make his junior sister so heartbroken.

Was the person in the ice coffin Su Mubai?

*Master is dead?*

Lin Feng froze on the spot, his mind went blank, and he even forgot to breathe.

Only when he could no longer hold his breath did he slowly exhale, his thoughts drifting back more than twenty years.

Back then, he was just a babe in swaddling clothes, abandoned in the desolate mountains.

The reason Lin Feng had memories from his infancy was that he was not originally from this world. Inside the baby's body was the soul of an adult.

Lin Feng came from Earth. He had been the youngest scientist on the planet, displaying extraordinary talent from a young age, with an IQ far higher than Einstein's.

The projects he researched were the most advanced in the world.

Unfortunately, Lin Feng was too young. As the saying goes, youth is reckless. Coupled with his early fame, he didn't understand the importance of keeping a low profile.

When he developed technology that was thirty years ahead of the rest of the world, he couldn't wait to make it public, wanting to become a global celebrity.

As a result, he attracted the covetous eyes of several major world powers. They offered him extremely generous terms to sell them the technology.

As a patriotic young man, Lin Feng would naturally not hand over the fruits of his hard labor to other countries. He intended to dedicate them to his motherland.

The outcome was predictable.

Just as Lin Feng was about to set foot on his homeland's soil, an enemy nation, not hesitating to use a powerful nuclear weapon, turned him and the surrounding dozens of kilometers to ash.

Lin Feng didn't know what happened after that. When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived on the Jiuzhou Continent.

Fortunately, his research results had already been sent back to his motherland through another channel. With the help of his work, China would surely rise rapidly and surpass its rivals. In that sense, his life had not been in vain.

Only after experiencing death did Lin Feng truly mature. He felt that so many things he had done in the past were childish and idiotic.

If he had been more low-key back then, would he have brought such a disaster upon himself?

It was too late for regrets now. Since heaven had given him a second chance at life, Lin Feng decided he would live it well and never do anything so foolish again.

But upon being reborn in a new world, Lin Feng encountered a very serious problem.

He had been abandoned in the middle of a desolate wilderness.

Most critically, at only a few months old, Lin Feng had no way to survive.

Other transmigrators were Children of Fortune, born into royalty or nobility, or at the very least, a wealthy family. But when it was his turn, he ended up as an unwanted, abandoned infant.

Of course, these weren't the real issues. With his intelligence, Lin Feng could live a good life whether he was on Earth or not.

But he was just a baby of a few months. No matter how sky-high his IQ was, besides crying, there was nothing he could do.

After two hours of wailing with all his might, Lin Feng was exhausted and hungry, his vision blurring. He felt like he was about to starve to death.

To be on the path to death so soon after being reborn—he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Where would he go after he died this time?

He most likely couldn't return to Earth. Under the nuclear blast, his body had long since vaporized, not even a speck of dust remaining.

Just then, Lin Feng's cries attracted a wild beast. A pair of emotionless eyes stared at his tiny body, looking ready to pounce at any moment.

As Lin Feng quietly awaited death, a figure descended from the sky and landed before him.

It was Su Mubai, who had been out searching for spiritual herbs to heal his own foundation.

He looked at the baby on the ground, who was about to pass out.

After a moment of thought, he dispatched the beast with a single sword strike, picked Lin Feng up, and brought him back to the Shenxiao Sword Sect, taking him in as a True Disciple.

The disciples of the Shenxiao Sword Sect were divided into Outer Sect Disciples, Inner Sect Disciples, and True Disciples.

True Disciples were extremely rare, Inner Sect Disciples were slightly more numerous, and Outer Sect Disciples were the most common.

Regardless of when they joined or their age, Outer Sect Disciples had to address Inner Sect and True Disciples as Senior Brother or Senior Sister.

The same applied to Inner Sect Disciples when they encountered True Disciples.

When Lin Feng was five, Su Mubai returned from the outside covered in blood, cradling a little girl in his arms. That girl was Su Xiyao.

As for Su Xiyao's mother, Lin Feng had never met her.

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Su Mubai was unwilling to speak about what had happened back then.

Since Lin Feng was the first True Disciple to join, he naturally became the Senior Brother.

But this title was more or less dispensable.

The disciples of the Shenxiao Sword Sect all whispered about it in private.

Su Mubai was already a cripple, so the disciple he took in must be a good-for-nothing as well.

It was because Lin Feng had such a weak presence. He rarely left Gucun Peak and never participated in the annual sect competitions.

The disciples of the Shenxiao Sword Sect only knew that such a Senior Brother existed, but they had never seen him.

Who would ever take a Senior Brother like that seriously?

As he recalled all the memories of being rescued by his Master, Su Mubai, Lin Feng's eyes reddened.

Su Mubai was not just his Master; he was his adoptive father.

The kindness of raising him was a debt greater than the heavens.

Not to mention, he had also saved his life.

Without Su Mubai, Lin Feng would not have survived to this day.

And now, the Master he respected most was dead?

Lin Feng felt as if his entire world had collapsed.

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