Chapter 2 (2/2)

Lines that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

Sword Name: Crimson Dragon Sword

Grade: Silver

Description: Silver Legendary Sword, it has within it the soul of a crimson dragon. Once activated, its power increases tremendously.

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He no longer remembered whether there was a Supreme Legendary Sword in the Supreme Legendary Sword program in his previous life because the game data was massive.

He realized that he could control the Crimson Dragon Sword, just like how he controlled his arm. The Crimson Dragon Sword flew according to his will. This was truly marvelous.

“How do I hide it?” Zhou Xuanji wondered as a two-year-old could not keep a sword like this.

Just as he finished asking, the Crimson Dragon Sword disappeared.

“The System consists of the Supreme Storage, capable of storing anything other than living things. It is just like a storage bag, hiding items within an independent space,” the Sword Spirit replied.

He was in awe. How convenient.

“Acquire the White Crane Sword Technique?”

“Of course!”

He replied without any hesitation. He must become strong enough to take revenge.

As the prince of the Zhou Empire, Zhou Xuanji had heard about the stages of cultivation.

Arranged in ascending order, they were Qi Nurturing, Foundation Building, Enlightening, Inner Pellet, Soul Fountain, Astral Infant, Astral Projection, Spirit Refinement, Great Realization!

Each stage comprised of ten levels. His father, Emperor Yan of Zhou, had attained the Great Realization. He enjoyed life endlessly and could be considered as immortal.

The land he was in was called the Northern Wasteland. There were many houses and kingdoms spread across the area, and above the kingdoms were empires. In the Eastern Realm, there were seven human empires. The Great Zhou was the upper-middle empire. It used to be ranked first in its golden age.

If Zhou Xuanji had no Supreme Legendary Sword System, unless he was so incredibly fortunate that he could defy the heavens, it would be almost impossible to threaten Emperor Yan of Zhou, or even come into contact with him.

One could not just meet an emperor as and when they liked. Emperors were considered celestial immortals that live on the mortal plane. An ordinary person could only watch from afar.

Immediately, a strand of memory entered his mind, and he could not help but close his eyes.

In his mind, he could see a shadow practicing with the sword. His body was like a white crane — agile and elegant.

He could only make sense of this memory after a long while.

The White Crane Sword Technique consists of three forms.

The first form, Crane Stand.

The second form, Crane Wing Spread.

The third form, Crane Celestial Trace.

He memorized each form.

In this world, Swordmasters had a high social standing because the sword was like the king among all other weapons!

However, sword techniques were very difficult to cultivate. Each grade of a sword technique required immense insight capabilities. Even with the same sword technique, the amount of power differed based on the Swordmasters’ insights.

However!

Zhou Xuanji had the Supreme Legendary Sword System!

When he designed the Supreme Legendary Sword, he created a short-cut for sword techniques.

He only had to practice the moves of the White Crane Sword Technique ten times, and he would be able to master the first form. The second form required fifty times, while the third required a hundred times!

One day is enough!

Zhou Xuanji thought about it, pleased with himself, but when he remembered Lady Zhao Xuan, he felt down again.

He did not know if Lady Zhao Xuan was dead or alive. Even if she was alive, where could he find her in a world as vast as this?

“My grandma is not around. Please come again next time.”

A girl’s tender voice was heard coming from outside the wooden hut. He shook with fright, the personal attributes in front of him disappearing as well.

“Don’t tell me your grandma ran away to avoid paying her debts. Tell her, she must repay her debts within three months. You got it?”

“If she does not pay the debt, I will sell you to a cheap brothel in town!”

A sharp female voice was heard. Zhou Xuanji could already imagine her tartly and ugly old face.

He immediately laid down. He was both curious about the person who saved him and grateful to them.

It would be tragic if he were left in the wilderness and was devoured by some demons.

The human race was not the only race residing in the Eastern Realm. The demons had an even greater area of influence. Their traces infiltrated each territory of the human race.

After a short while, a girl came into the hut.

She lowered her head, rubbing her eyes and sobbed non-stop, obviously frightened by what had happened just now.

She did not go to look at him but sat on the bench, slumped her upper body on the table, and began crying loudly.

Zhou Xuanji, who was pretending to be asleep, heard her cry and felt pity for her. He turned his body around and laid by his side. He looked toward her and said smartly, “Sister, I’m thirsty.”