Chapter 1 - Jadeon Sword Slave (1/2)

“Am I not dead?”

Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked at his plain chest. The first thought occurring to him was that he survived.

He recalled that he climbed the Mount Tai at a seldom leisure day.

However, he was pierced by a sword light in the chest unexpectedly at the moment he reached the top of the mountain.

He lost consciousness before he could react. “Ouch!” Lin Yun covered his head with a struggling expression.

Severe headache brought the memories back compulsively. Various pictures flashed quickly in his mind like watching a movie.

Although the fusion of memories happened not long time ago, Lin Yun felt it had already been a decade.

When he opened his eyes again, his face was relaxed and his eyes were calm.

Actually, he transmitted instead of died.

Lin Yun’s spirit came to the land called Xuanhuang, and was reborn into an ordinary sword slave living in the border of Tianshui Empire.

It was somehow God’s plan, for the sword slave had the same name, Lin Yun.

Because of the fusion of memories, he knew that he was fifteen years old. Besides, he had joined Jadeon Sect three years ago. But he was still not qualified to be a Jadeon disciple.

Lin Yun could only be a sword slave working in the Sword-washing Chamber. He was in charge of maintaining the swords of fellow disciples and elders.

Luckily, Jadeon Sect was not based on sword. He got a lot of leisure time to cultivate. In Xuanhuang Land, the ability was a top priority.

It was a golden rare chance for a sword slave to cultivate.

There was a rule in Jadeon Sect that factotums could also be official disciple as long as his cultivation reached a certain level.

The rule provided an emotional anchor for him. Though being a slave, Lin Yun didn’t leave the sect.

Unfortunately, although Lin Yun was a man of perseverance, he had poor understanding. Through three years of cultivation, he had only arrived at the second level of Martial Realm and tried so hard for the third level but failed.

The principle of being a Jadeon disciple was to reach the third level of Martial Realm. And Lin Yun was always one level away from a true disciple.

He thought to himself that despite the obstacle of time and resource, the previous owner’s understanding was so mediocre that he couldn’t achieve level three for three years.

“Since I got another chance of living, I would work harder to let Lin Yun’s name be well-known in this world.”

Curiously, he got used to his transmigration quickly and set a goal immediately.

It might relate to the occupation of his previous incarnation. Thus he could keep calm no matter in what circumstances.

His previous life was a genius lawyer, who knew the law very well with excellent memory and was known for cool-headed character.

He had never lost any case since his debut.

“Let me find out the aptitude of this body first.” Lin Yun murmured. Pushing the door of his cabin open, he came to a yard.

He made a stand of Tiger Fist and started to practice.

Only hearing the name of Tiger Fist you could know that it was mediocre. In fact it was. In all of the basic martial arts, Jadeon Sect had so many better than this one.

But for a sword slave, instead of an official disciple, Lin Yun could only practice this one. He couldn’t get any other various resources from Jadeon Sect yet.

What was the basic martial arts?

There were ten levels of Martial Realms: the first three levels aimed to strengthen skin, bones and meridian vessels; the medium three levels aimed to refine flesh, blood and viscera; the last three levels aimed to connect the veins, melt the bones and change the marrow so as to reach the highest tenth level.

Basic boxing was dedicated to forging the body and strengthening the physique, which could lay a foundation for the long road of cultivation in the future.

Hah hu.

His fist movements were so impressive that the fallen leaves were blown up. He felt so unlabored and immersed in an amazing strange feeling. Why was today’s practice so smooth?

In his memory, the fist movements used to be difficult for him to understand so he only followed it stiffly.

But today, Lin Yun felt that his mind became lucidum and knew all about the fist. When he was practicing, he felt that each punch had a stream of heat flowing in his body and he understood the substance of it suddenly.

There were eighteen moves of the Tiger Fist, and the first

fifteen ones could only be used for body-forging and health-maintenances. The latter three moves–Tiger Roars in Mountains, Tiger Dashing and All Beasts Worshiping, which required higher savvy to practice, were used to fight battles.

The essence of the Tiger Fist was all about these three moves which Lin Yun had never succeeded before. With only a smattering knowledge of the first fifteen moves, how could he ever think about the last three moves?

On a second thought, he finished the first 15 moves. He felt a rush of heat fleeting everywhere in his body.

Lin Yun looked firm and calm in his eyes, the crucial methods of Tiger Fist skimmed over his mind. Taking advantage of this feeling, he practiced the sixteenth move–Tiger Roars in Mountains with a slight shout.