Chapter 1: Chapter 1: The Seven Swords of Shenxiao
On the Nine Provinces Continent, in the Li Province.
At the Shenxiao Sword Sect, on the Lone Peak.
Under a millennium-old tree at the peak, a young man in his twenties lay half-reclined on the ground, hands behind his head, legs crossed, with a blade of grass in his mouth, resting with his eyes closed.
Nearby, a recently extinguished campfire and a pile of bones bore witness to a life-and-death battle that had taken place.
The young man was named Lin Feng, the senior disciple of this generation in the Shenxiao Sword Sect, and the sole disciple of Su Mubai, the master of the Haoran Sword, one of the Seven Swords of Shenxiao.
Su Mubai was no ordinary person.
His talent was so exceptional that he ranked among the top in the history of the Shenxiao Sword Sect, hailed as a once-in-several-centuries genius. If not for an accident that injured his foundation, causing his strength to stagnate, he would likely have been the sect leader by now.
But there are no ifs in life!
A wasted genius is no longer a genius.
The Seven Swords of Shenxiao are not only seven famous swords but also seven individuals, renowned throughout the Li Province.
They are the Haoran Sword, Taiyi Sword, Thunder Sword, Abyss Sword, Flame Dragon Sword, Red Lotus Sword, and Ice Soul Sword.
The current holders are Su Mubai, Luo Yuntian, Zhao Ziwen, Jiang Zhe, Liu Ye, Liu Hongluan, and Leng Hanshuang.
Leng Hanshuang is the youngest, not yet a hundred years old, while the others are nearing three hundred.
The age gap is due to the difficulty of being recognized by the Seven Swords of Shenxiao.
At times, there were long gaps without a recognized holder for each sword.
Without recognition, the swords' power cannot be fully utilized.
The Seven Swords can fight individually, each with unique characteristics, or form the powerful Big Dipper Sword Formation, or even merge into one, unleashing immense power, far beyond a simple sum of seven.
Unfortunately, Su Mubai fell behind, or the Shenxiao Sword Sect's strength would have reached new heights.
This generation's Seven Swords finally all found masters, only for one to fall behind, a cause for regret.
"Where is Nephew Lin Feng?" A voice suddenly called from the sky.
Lin Feng opened his eyes, stood up, and gestured with his hand.
"Whoosh!!!"
A three-foot-long sword hanging on the tree unsheathed itself and quickly enlarged.
He stepped onto it, transforming into a rainbow and soaring into the sky.
Sword flight is a basic skill for sword cultivators, learned at the second realm, the Condensed Sea Realm.
Above Lone Peak, a stunning woman stood in mid-air.
She was Leng Hanshuang, the master of the Ice Soul Sword, one of the Seven Swords of Shenxiao, Su Mubai's junior sister, and Lin Feng's martial aunt.
Lin Feng approached Leng Hanshuang, clasped his hands, bowed, and said, "Lin Feng greets Martial Aunt Leng!"
"Follow me!!!"
Leng Hanshuang glanced at Lin Feng, said this, and turned to leave.
"Yes, Martial Aunt Leng!"
Lin Feng replied and followed.
Leng Hanshuang walked on air ahead, while Lin Feng followed on his sword.
Walking on air and sword flight are fundamentally different.
Sword flight is learned at the second realm, the Condensed Sea Realm, while walking on air requires the fifth realm, the Airborne Realm.
The difference in strength is vast.
At this moment, Lin Feng felt puzzled. Martial Aunt Leng rarely came to Lone Peak, and neither did the other martial uncles or sect members.
After all, Lone Peak was now only inhabited by Lin Feng.
His master had been away for a long time, and his only junior sister had joined Martial Uncle Liu's tutelage, leaving Lin Feng, the nominal senior disciple of the Shenxiao Sect, in name only.
No one would come to Lone Peak unless there was an unavoidable matter.
Lone Peak had long been nominally defunct, and if not for Su Mubai still being alive, it would have been taken over by others in the Shenxiao Sect.
Su Mubai, after all, was one of the Seven Swords of Shenxiao, the master of the Haoran Sword, and the senior brother of the current sect leader, Luo Yuntian. Though his strength was not high, his status was, and having been injured while on a mission, the entire sect gave him face.
If Su Mubai were to meet with an accident, the Haoran Sword and Lone Peak would surely be contested by many.
Even without the sword's recognition, possessing it was the dream of countless sect members.
Logically, as Su Mubai's only disciple, Lin Feng should inherit it.
However, despite being the senior disciple of this generation, Lin Feng's strength was insufficient.
The Haoran Sword, one of the Seven Swords of Shenxiao, was the sect's golden emblem, and could not be entrusted to someone of mediocre talent.
The two soon arrived at a side hall on the main peak of the Shenxiao Sect, where the other martial uncles of the Seven Swords were already waiting.
In the center of the hall lay an ice coffin, and a young, beautiful girl knelt before it, weeping softly.
Seeing this, Lin Feng felt a sense of foreboding.
The crying girl was his junior sister, Su Xiyao, Su Mubai's only daughter.
His master's wife had been gone for years, and the only thing that could make his junior sister so sad was one possibility.
Was the person in the ice coffin Su Mubai?
Was his master dead?
Lin Feng stood frozen, his mind blank, even forgetting to breathe.
Only when he couldn't hold his breath any longer did he exhale slowly, his thoughts drifting back over twenty years.
At that time, he was an infant, abandoned in the wilderness.
As for why Lin Feng had memories from infancy, it was because he was not originally from this world; his infant body housed an adult soul.
Lin Feng came from Earth, the youngest scientist there, with a talent surpassing even Einstein.
His research topics were the most advanced in the world.
Unfortunately, Lin Feng was too young, and as the saying goes, youth is reckless. Coupled with his early fame, he didn't understand the need for discretion.
When he developed technology thirty years ahead of the world, he couldn't wait to announce it, wanting to become a world-renowned figure.
This drew the attention of several major powers, who offered him extremely generous terms to sell them the technology.
As a patriotic young man, Lin Feng naturally refused to hand over his hard-earned research to other countries, intending to contribute it to his own nation.
The result was predictable.
As Lin Feng was about to set foot on his homeland, enemy nations used a powerful nuclear weapon, turning Lin Dong and the surrounding area into ashes.
What happened afterward, Lin Feng didn't know. When he opened his eyes again, he was on the Nine Provinces Continent.
Fortunately, his research had been sent back to his homeland by another route, ensuring that China would rise rapidly with its help, surpassing its enemies, making his life worthwhile.
Having experienced death, Lin Feng truly matured, realizing how childish and foolish his past actions were.
If he had been more discreet, he wouldn't have courted disaster.
Now, it was too late to say anything. Given a second chance at life, Lin Feng decided to live well and never do anything so foolish again.
But in this new world, Lin Feng faced a serious problem.
He was abandoned, in the wilderness.
The key issue was that as a few-month-old infant, Lin Feng had no means to survive.
Others who transmigrated were children of destiny, born into royal or noble families, or at least wealthy households. But he became an unwanted abandoned baby.
Of course, these weren't real problems. With Lin Feng's intelligence, he could live well anywhere, even if not on Earth.
But now, as a few-month-old infant, no matter how high his intelligence, he had no means other than crying.
After an hour of crying, Lin Feng was exhausted and hungry, his vision blurred, feeling he was about to starve to death.
Having just been reborn, he was on the brink of death again, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Where would he go after death?
Returning to Earth seemed unlikely; under a nuclear attack, his body had long been vaporized, leaving no trace.
At this moment, Lin Feng's cries attracted a wild beast, its emotionless eyes fixed on his small body, ready to pounce.
As Lin Feng awaited death, a figure descended from the sky, landing before him.
It was Su Mubai, out searching for spiritual herbs to heal his foundation.
He glanced at the nearly unconscious Lin Feng on the ground.
After a moment's thought, he dispatched the beast with a single sword stroke, picked up Lin Feng, and took him back to the Shenxiao Sword Sect, accepting him as a true disciple.
Disciples of the Shenxiao Sword Sect are divided into outer disciples, inner disciples, and true disciples.
True disciples are extremely rare, inner disciples are more numerous, and outer disciples are the most common.
Outer disciples, regardless of seniority or age, must address inner and true disciples as senior brothers or sisters.
Inner disciples must do the same for true disciples.
When Lin Feng was five, Su Mubai returned covered in blood, carrying a little girl, Su Xiyao.
As for Su Xiyao's mother, Lin Feng never saw her.
What happened back then, Su Mubai was unwilling to discuss.
Since Lin Feng was the earliest true disciple, he naturally became the senior disciple.
But this senior disciple was more of a formality.
Sect members privately gossiped.
Su Mubai was already a spent force, and his disciple was also a waste.
Lin Feng had little presence, rarely leaving Lone Peak, and never participating in the annual sect competitions.
Sect disciples knew of a senior disciple but had never seen him.
Who would take such a senior disciple seriously?
Reflecting on being taken in by his master Su Mubai, Lin Feng's eyes reddened.
Su Mubai was not only his master but also his adoptive father.
The grace of nurturing is greater than the heavens.
Not to mention the life-saving grace.
Without Su Mubai, Lin Feng wouldn't have survived to this day.
Now, his most respected master was dead?
Lin Feng felt as if his world had collapsed.
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