《Reborn with Dragon's Legacy》


 1 - Awakening in the Abyss

    The battlefield was chaos, filled with screams and the stench of blood. Jian Wu could barely see through the haze of pain. Not long ago, he had been one of those screaming, but now even that felt pointless. His body was broken, and his end was near.


    Ten years ago, Jian Wu had set foot on the martial path, convinced he was destined for greatness. When he was accepted into one of the most prestigious sects, the White Lotus Sect, he believed his dreams were finally coming true.


    But reality turned out to be far harsher. He was weak, and in the White Lotus Sect, strength was everything. The strong thrived while the weak were crushed without mercy. Life in the sect quickly became a living nightmare.


    He was cast aside, abandoned with the other weak disciples. Instead of being treated as a proper disciple, he was treated more like a servant. The other students bullied him endlessly, using him as a punching bag to satisfy their own egos.


    In this world, power was everything, and Jian Wu had learned that lesson the hard way.


    The martial dao was the ultimate path to power, but it wasn¡¯t a path anyone could simply choose. Only those who could control mana and Qi were able to pursue the dao. A person¡¯s talent determined how far they could climb along this path. Every cultivator¡¯s journey began with the first stage: the Celestial Body Stage.


    At the lower levels of this stage, cultivators focused on refining their physical bodies. They could strengthen themselves, but they struggled to control mana and Qi effectively. This meant that, although they were stronger than ordinary humans, they were not considered true masters.


    The Celestial Body Stage had seven levels. The first three levels were relatively accessible, even for those with average talent. However, as one climbed higher, the challenges became significantly harder. Each level represented a transformation, a step closer to transcending human limitations. At the very peak of the Celestial Body Stage, a cultivator''s body would be ready to move beyond mortality and truly master the flow of mana.


    Only those with exceptional talent could ascend beyond this stage into greater realms¡ªwhere elements could be controlled, and mountains could be shattered with ease. For someone like Jian Wu, even imagining reaching such heights felt like an impossible dream.


    Stuck at the second level of the Celestial Body Stage, his body could barely channel mana. Among the disciples of the White Lotus Sect, he was at the very bottom of the hierarchy¡ªnowhere near a true disciple in their eyes. To them, he was nothing more than a servant.


    His life was a cycle of insults and humiliation. Yet he stayed. Sometimes, he wondered why the sect even kept him around if they saw no value in him.


    Now, as he lay dying on the battlefield, he finally understood.


    "They sent me here to die."


    Jian Wu and his unit had been sent as a vanguard. Including him, there were a thousand soldiers in total. However, when they arrived at the battlefield, there was no enemy army waiting for them. Instead, a single master stood in their path.


    Jian Wu had seen the disdain in the master¡¯s eyes, a look that spoke of superiority, of seeing them as mere insects. What followed wasn¡¯t a battle but a massacre. He and the others were wiped out as if they were nothing, crushed under an overwhelming power. There was no honor in the fight¡ªonly the one-sided annihilation of his entire unit.


    "This face¡­ I will never forget it."


    The world around Jian Wu faded. All that remained was pain and the distant sound of screams. His body was broken, his life hanging by a thread. Death was only moments away, but he managed to scream one last time.


    It wasn¡¯t fear of dying. No, his scream was filled with regret¡ªfor the life he had wasted, for the person he could have been but never was.


    In his final moments, memories of humiliation and failure flashed before his eyes. He had lived a life of suffering, one filled with pain inflicted by others and by his own cowardice. Rage boiled in his chest, consuming his thoughts. He hated those who had treated him like dirt, those who had used him as a pawn. Most of all, he hated himself¡ªthe man who had lived every moment with his head bowed in fear.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    "If only I had been braver... maybe everything would have been different."


    For years, he had blamed his misfortune and his low talent for his failures. But now, in his final moments, clarity struck him. It wasn¡¯t misfortune that had kept him down, nor was it his lack of talent. It was his own choices.


    "The reason I lived like a servant and not a warrior," he admitted to himself, "wasn''t because of a lack of talent... but because of my fears. I bowed to everyone out of fear. I wasn¡¯t a warrior¡ªI was a coward."


    A spark ignited in his dying soul.


    ¡°In my next life, no matter what happens, I will not bow. I will live without fear. Even if I am born without talent, I will face the world with the heart of a warrior.¡±


    But deep down, Jian Wu knew it was too late. Yet, for the first time in his life, even with death just a breath away, there was no fear in his heart.


    ¡°At least my cowardly heart died before me,¡± he thought. ¡°For this final moment, I am truly free. ¡±


    With that thought, he drew his last breath. Darkness swept over him, an endless abyss swallowing his consciousness.


    At first, Jian Wu felt nothing but emptiness. There was no light, no warmth¡ªjust an infinite void.


    ¡°Is this death?¡± he wondered. ¡°Am I trapped here forever?¡±


    Time had no meaning in the abyss. It could have been a moment, or it could have been eternity. The silence was maddening, and the isolation worse. Yet sometimes, Jian Wu felt the cold¡ªa bitter chill that reminded him he still existed.


    Then, after what felt like an eternity, he heard something.


    It was faint at first, a sound so distant he thought he had imagined it. He strained to listen, desperate for anything to break the silence. The sound came again¡ªa low, resonant laugh.


    Jian Wu¡¯s heart raced. The laughter was unlike anything he had ever heard. It was deep and powerful, carrying a presence so vast it seemed to shake the void itself.


    A faint light appeared in the distance, golden and warm. It was small at first, barely more than a flicker. But as the laughter grew louder, the light grew brighter.


    For the first time since his death, Jian Wu felt something other than despair. The warmth from the light was faint but growing, a stark contrast to the cold emptiness he had endured.


    Without hesitation, he moved toward the light. Each step felt like a battle, as though the void itself tried to hold him back. His soul ached with every inch he crawled, but he refused to stop. After endless torment in the darkness, he clung to the hope the light offered.


    As he drew closer, the laughter grew louder, echoing through the abyss. It carried a mix of madness and overwhelming power that would have terrified him in his former life. But Jian Wu was no longer the same. After spending so long in the void, fear had lost its grip on him.


    Finally, Jian Wu reached the light, but just as he was about to touch it, it vanished. Everything disappeared, leaving only darkness behind. Confused, he looked around, trying to understand what had happened.


    The void stretched endlessly, silent and oppressive¡ªuntil two massive golden eyes suddenly appeared before him. They were piercing and intense, glowing with an otherworldly radiance. A faint light returned, casting an eerie glow around him.


    Jian Wu froze in place, his heart hammering in his chest. A powerful aura washed over him¡ªraw, ancient, and overwhelming. Then came the breath: hot, heavy, and reeking of sulfur.


    He instinctively knew this was no human. No human could possess such an aura. It was vast and terrifying, unlike anything he had ever encountered. There was only one creature it could be.


    A dragon.


    Jian Wu stood frozen, trembling as the realization hit him. In this endless void, he had come face-to-face with a dragon.


    The dragon¡¯s massive form drew closer. Its claws reached out, effortlessly gripping Jian Wu. He felt completely powerless, unable to move even an inch, as if the dragon''s strength was an immovable force.


    In the dragon¡¯s glowing eyes, Jian Wu saw his reflection¡ªsmall, broken, and insignificant. But there was something else in the dragon¡¯s gaze: amusement, curiosity, and perhaps even approval. Despite the terrifying creature in front of him, Jian Wu didn¡¯t feel the usual fear. Instead, he felt... small. Not insignificant in a way that would make him fear for his life, but in the presence of something so ancient and powerful. It was as if he was standing before something that had seen it all, something beyond comprehension. In that moment, Jian Wu didn''t feel fear; he felt awe, admiration for this majestic being.


    Finally, the dragon spoke. Its voice was deep and commanding, each word vibrating with a sense of authority.


    ¡°At last, you¡¯ve found me, Jian Wu,¡± it said, a sinister smile curling at the corners of its lips.

 2 - Offer that cant be refused

    "Finally, you found me, Jian Wu," the dragon said with a chilling smile.


    Jian Wu stood frozen, his mind blank and his voice lost. He couldn¡¯t believe what he was seeing¡ªa dragon, a creature of legend, towering before him. Its aura was overwhelming, cold and suffocating, as if it could tear his very soul apart.


    The dragon stared at him, unblinking, its golden eyes fixed on his trembling form. Without rushing, it repeated in a calm, deliberate tone, "Finally, you found me, Jian Wu."


    This time, its voice carried an even deeper coldness. The dragon''s unfeeling eyes studied Jian Wu''s face, taking in every trace of his fear.


    Jian Wu, snapping out of his daze, immediately lowered his head in respect. "Forgive me, my lord," he stammered. "I¡¯ve been trapped in this void of darkness and nothingness for what feels like eternity. I meant no disrespect¡ªI simply didn¡¯t know what to say."


    "There¡¯s no need to speak so formally," the dragon replied, its tone oddly amused. Then, after a brief pause, it added, "¡­So, to you, this place is nothing but darkness and loneliness?"


    Jian Wu hesitated, his voice unsteady. "Yes, my lord. But... What do you mean? Is this abyss my doing?"


    Dragon didn''t answer directly. Then, his deadly cold voice cut the silence slowly.


    "For those who waste their lives, there is no escape, Jian Wu. They simply vanish into the void. Your life was hollow, empty¡ªand so is your death. "


    The dragon¡¯s words pierced him to the core. Jian Wu finally understood. All this time, he had questioned why he had been condemned to this darkness. Now, the answer was painfully clear. He had squandered his life as a coward, and this endless void was the punishment he deserved.


    "Everyone wishes for a second chance," the dragon continued, its voice resonating with authority. "But very few are worthy of it. I¡¯ve come to offer you that chance."


    Jian Wu¡¯s heart skipped a beat. "A second chance?" he asked, his voice trembling with equal parts hope and disbelief. His heart thundered in his chest. He had wished for this with every ounce of his being in his final moments, but he had never dared to believe it could come true.


    The dragon came closer, its massive form radiating an ancient, boundless power. "I saw your final moments, Jian Wu. You lived as a coward, but you did not die with a coward¡¯s heart. In those last breaths, you proved that your life could have meaning. And now, I have a question for you."


    The dragon¡¯s tone turned icy, its gaze piercing Jian Wu¡¯s very soul.


    "If you could return to the world and start again, what would you do?"


    Jian Wu closed his eyes as a flood of emotions overwhelmed him. He felt again the bitter regret of his final moments.


    "I will live as a warrior," he declared, his voice steady and sincere. "Even if it¡¯s painful, even if it ends in death, I will live without fear and without regrets."


    The dragon let out a booming laugh, a mixture of amusement, madness. It echoed in the void, shaking Jian Wu to his core.


    After a moment, the dragon reached out with its massive claws, gripping Jian Wu tightly and drawing him closer. Its fiery gaze bore into him.


    "Then tell me, Jian Wu," the dragon said, its voice a deadly whisper. "Are you ready to begin again and fulfill the words you¡¯ve just spoken?"


    Jian Wu¡¯s breath caught in his throat. Was this really happening? Could it be real? His voice quivered with excitement and desperation as he replied, Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.


    "My lord, how is that possible? I¡¯m trapped in this void!"


    "Do not worry," the dragon said calmly. "I possess the power to free you and return you to life. But there is a price."


    Jian Wu''s heart raced. To escape from this abyss, he would pay any price. "Please, my lord," he said, his voice filled with urgency, "name your terms. If I have one more chance, if this is possible, I am willing to pay any price for it."


    The dragon paused, its gaze sharp


    "To give you a second chance, I must sacrifice my own existence. I will fade into this void, becoming nothing."


    Jian Wu froze, stunned by the weight of the dragon¡¯s words.


    "But," the dragon continued, its voice hardening, "in return, I ask only one thing. You will destroy the three sacred families. Not a single one of their members must survive."


    The dragon¡¯s eyes narrowed as it studied Jian Wu.


    "Once you¡¯ve completed this task, our agreement will end, and you will be free to do as you wish."


    Jian Wu took a deep breath and asked, ¡°Why would you sacrifice yourself just to send me back? And why me? The Three Sacred Families are the strongest forces in this world. In my previous life, I wasn¡¯t even worthy to serve them as a lowly servant. How could I ever hope to destroy them? Wouldn¡¯t it be easier for you to return and exact vengeance yourself if you have the power to send me back?¡±


    The dragon¡¯s massive form remained still as its cold, rumbling voice echoed in the void. "You are a weak and powerless human soul. I, on the other hand, am a dragon. The difference between us is as vast as heaven and earth. Even sending you back will consume all of my power, and as a result, I will cease to exist. Bringing a soul as powerful as mine back to life is impossible."


    The dragon paused for a second. ¡°As for the Three Sacred Families, I know their power. What they possess now is nothing but a shadow of what they once were during my time. However, it is still enough for them to dominate the mortal realm. With the strength you had in your past life, you wouldn¡¯t be able to harm them.¡±


    Jian Wu was overwhelmed. The sheer gravity of the dragon¡¯s words made him feel as though he were still dreaming¡ªor perhaps trapped in a nightmare. If he was so weak, why did the dragon still want him to accomplish such an impossible task?


    ¡°Then how can I possibly fight them?¡± Jian Wu asked, his voice trembling. ¡°What will happen if I fail? And¡­ why do you hate the Three Sacred Families so much?¡±


    The dragon''s chilling laughter filled the void, a sound that seemed to shake Jian Wu¡¯s very soul. When it finally stopped, the dragon''s cold gaze locked onto him.


    ¡°I will give you a drop of my blood,¡± the dragon declared. ¡°You will inherit my legacy in the mortal world.¡± It chuckled darkly once more, its laughter as cold as death itself. ¡°Let us see whose legacy is greater¡ªmine or the Three Sacred Families¡¯. Let us see whose heir will prevail. Let us see who will win in the end, you so-called Sacred Families.¡±


    It was as if the dragon were lost in thought, speaking not to Jian Wu but to the ghosts of its memories.


    After a moment, it spoke with finality. ¡°As for my hatred toward them, there is no time to tell you the full story. But if you succeed in your mission, you will find out. If you fail, your soul will be cast into a torment even this void cannot match.¡±


    There was no hesitation, no doubt. Whatever the cost, he was ready to pay it.


    ¡°I, Jian Wu, accept this,¡± he declared, his voice resolute. ¡°I will honor this deal, live a life to inherit your legacy. I will prove myself worthy, taking your vengeance¡­¡± He paused, his eyes blazing with determination as he finished. ¡°¡ªand claiming my own.¡±


    ¡°Good, young Jian Wu. I, too, accept this deal and announce you as my successor.¡±


    Without waiting for a response, the dragon¡¯s massive claw reached toward Jian Wu¡¯s chest. The claw tore through him effortlessly, despite him being a soul in this void. Jian Wu knew he was already dead, yet the searing pain that erupted was more excruciating than anything he had felt in life.


    The agony was indescribable, as though his very essence was being ripped apart. His chest burned as if molten fire coursed through him, and he felt his heart being torn open. The pain spread, consuming not just his body but his soul. For a fleeting moment, relief came¡ªcool and soothing, like water on a scorching wound. But this reprieve was short-lived, replaced by an even more intense, fiery torment.


    The fire wasn¡¯t just in his body. It reached into his mind, his soul, and his very existence. It was as though the flame sought to purge every weakness, every flaw, leaving behind only raw potential and unyielding strength.


    Just as Jian Wu thought he couldn¡¯t bear it anymore, his vision blurred. The last thing he saw was the dragon¡¯s massive form beginning to crack. Blinding white light seeped through the fissures in its scales, illuminating the void.


    The last sound he heard was the dragon¡¯s maniacal laughter echoing through the darkness. Then, there was silence.

 3 - A Second Chance

    Jian Wu woke up with a scream, drenched in cold sweat. As he tried to figure out where he was, someone kicked him harshly. He fell back to the ground and raised his head to look at the person who had kicked him. It was the bully from his hometown. In a low voice, he muttered, ¡°Lee Fang?¡±


    ¡°If you know who I am, then shut your mouth. If you¡¯re so eager to scream, I¡¯ll throw you out of the carriage. You can scream all you want outside,¡± Lee Fang said.


    Jian Wu realized he was lying on the floor of a carriage cabin. Around him, several people sneered at him in disdain. The other boys and a few girls in the cabin giggled at the scene.


    He brushed himself off and took the only empty seat. The cabin fell silent again, the only sound being the rattling of the carriage wheels on the dirt road.


    He remembered this moment. Ten years before his death, he had been on this journey with these children to take the aptitude test for sect selection. Everything was just like in his memories. The faces, the cabin¡ªeverything was identical. Children from all over the country were traveling to Blue Cloud City to showcase their talents and be selected by a sect. Various tests awaited them there. Sects from the southern continent would pick talented students, who would then join their chosen sect and strive to ascend the martial dao.


    Ten years ago, Jian Wu had been one of those children. ¡°Could this really be happening?¡± he muttered. Noticing the sharp gazes directed at him, he composed himself and began to think quietly. Everything he had seen¡ªthe sect, his failures, the battles, his death, and the deal he had made with the dragon¡ªcould it all have been real? It seemed impossible, yet it felt so vivid that he couldn¡¯t be sure.


    He focused inward, searching his body for anything unusual, but found nothing. ¡°It must be a dream,¡± he thought. Yet, what a realistic dream it was. Smiling faintly, he convinced himself that such wild events couldn¡¯t have actually happened. ¡°I¡¯m imagining things,¡± he thought and, feeling exhausted, let his head droop as he drifted off to sleep.


    When he woke up, he noticed that the other children were cultivating in their seats, each of them trying to prepare as much as possible for the upcoming test.


    Jian Wu began cultivating as well, a practice he was familiar with, but this time, something felt different. In the past, he had struggled to draw mana into his body and strengthen his Qi, a process that had slowed his progress. Now, however, his meridians felt like black holes¡ªeffortlessly pulling mana from the air. Even more surprising was how the mana merged seamlessly with his Qi, flowing through his meridians like a smooth, uninterrupted river.


    What shocked him further was how much purer the Qi felt. As he adapted to this change, he felt a transformation in his heart. His blood seemed to heat up, almost as if it were boiling, but strangely, it didn''t cause him any discomfort.


    ¡°So it wasn¡¯t a dream. It was all real...¡± he whispered in shock.


    Lee Fang stood up angrily and snapped, ¡°That¡¯s enough! I warned you to be quiet. I¡¯ll throw you out of this cabin myself!¡±


    Still lost in his thoughts, Jian Wu saw the large boy approaching him slowly. Lee Fang was walking toward him with a sinister grin on his face. It was as if he was deliberately taking his time, savoring the moment. He seemed to believe that the closer he got, the more frightened Jian Wu would become, and he was enjoying the sight of that fear, all while showing off in front of the girls in the cabin.


    If it were the old, cowardly Jian Wu, Lee Fang would be right. Jian Wu would have frozen with fear, unable to fight back. He would have just waited, trembling and unresisting. But that weak boy was already dead. The Jian Wu standing before him had returned from the dead, crossed an endless abyss, and emerged carrying the dragon''s legacy in his heart.His heart was now stronger than steel. Nothing could scare him.


    Though it had been a long time, he hadn''t forgotten how Lee Fang had bullied him in the past. They were from the same city, but Lee Fang had always been stronger and came from a wealthy family. For years, he''d tormented Jian Wu for fun, humiliating him in front of girls to show off.


    As these memories rushed through Jian Wu''s mind, a cold smile appeared on his face.


    -He and Lee Fang had unfinished business.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    Lee Fang was surprised to see the smile on Jian Wu''s face. He had a sinking feeling that something was wrong.


    ¡°Who do you think you are, daring to look at me like that? I¡¯ll rip those eyes out!¡± Lee Fang''s words were threatening, but his voice betrayed surprise and hesitation. He had stepped in front of Jian Wu, expecting to see weakness, to crush him and revel in the joy of domination. But there was no weakness in the face staring back at him.


    Jian Wu didn¡¯t waste time. Before Lee Fang could make a move, Jian Wu kicked him hard in the stomach, knocking him to the ground, then jumped on top of him. As Lee Fang fell, he swung a kick to stop Jian Wu from advancing, but it was a mistake. Jian Wu caught his leg in a tight grip. Lee Fang struggled to free himself, but when he looked at Jian Wu''s face, a cold fear gripped him. This was the first time he had ever felt such overwhelming killing intent from someone.


    In a flash, Jian Wu pulled a small knife from his pocket and stabbed Lee Fang in the leg.


    Before Lee Fang could comprehend what was happening, searing pain erupted in his leg. He looked up at Jian Wu with eyes full of terror.


    Underestimating his opponent had been his greatest mistake, and he had only himself to blame. Before he could recover, Jian Wu rained down a barrage of punches on his face. Lee Fang''s screams were filled with agony, but Jian Wu felt no sympathy. He was consumed by pure ruthlessness.


    Before he could recover, Jian Wu rained punches on his face. Lee Fang¡¯s screams were full of agony, but Jian Wu felt no sympathy. He was consumed by pure ruthlessness.


    ¡°You should be more polite¡­¡±


    ¡°Bullying others is a bad thing¡­¡±


    ¡°Underestimating your opponent is a huge mistake¡­¡±


    ¡°Think twice before attacking someone again¡­¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m teaching you kindly because we¡¯re from the same city. Do you understand?¡±


    Jian Wu¡¯s tone was calm and his voice gentle, as though offering advice, even as his fists struck with a newfound strength and confidence. Blood covered Lee Fang¡¯s face as he lay unconscious on the floor.


    The other children pulled Jian Wu away. A moment ago, they had looked at him with mockery and pity; now, their faces were frozen in shock. No one said a word, their stunned eyes fixed on him.


    ¡°Kindly teaching him?¡± they thought, but no one dared to speak.


    Jian Wu paused for a moment and looked at Lee Fang¡¯s face again.He didn¡¯t care whether Lee Fang lived or died, but right now, there was no reason to kill him. Plus, doing so could cause trouble. Although this world was one where the strong ruled, it wasn¡¯t without rules. Only the strongest masters could do as they pleased. If he killed Lee Fang here, his family would not let it slide.


    Looking at Lee Fang, Jian Wu thought, ''I don¡¯t think you¡¯ll cause me any more trouble.''"


    He returned to his seat. One of the boys carefully handed him the knife that had been taken from Lee Fang¡¯s leg, bowing in a mixture of respect and fear. For the first time in his life, someone looked at him with both respect and fear. Jian Wu took the knife and strapped it to his waist.


    Some of the other children took Lee Fang to his corner, leaving him there. The cabin fell silent again. Lee Fang, now conscious, was cultivating quietly, focusing on healing his injuries.


    Jian Wu began cultivating as well. He had no time to waste. Mana continued to rush through his body at a wild speed, merging effortlessly with his Qi. He could feel his body growing stronger, slowly but steadily, with each passing moment.


    After the recent incident, no further trouble had arisen. During the remainder of the journey, Jian Wu focused on his cultivation while trying to comprehend the changes happening within him. The biggest difference was the sensation of mana. Before, he could barely feel it, and when he used Qi to surge through his meridians, it required immense effort.


    But now, everything was different. Mana flowed through him at a wild speed, yet when it entered his meridians, it felt like a calm river¡ªa steady, controllable current that Jian Wu could fully command. The sensation was profound, smooth, and exhilarating. It was as though he had finally found harmony between his Qi and mana, a balance that no amount of traditional training could ever teach.


    ¡°I wonder how long it will take me to break through to the next level this time,¡±


    In his previous life, he had spent ten years cultivating and had broken through to the second level of the Celestial Body Stage. But now, he had only cultivated for three months and had reached the peak of the first level of the Celestial Body Stage. Despite being one level lower than his previous life, he felt stronger than ever before¡ªfar stronger. Now, he understood better why sects valued talent so highly. This world truly wasn¡¯t a fair place.


    He looked outside the window. They were about to arrive in the city. In the distance, Blue Cloud City came into view. Memories of the dragon and the promise he had made came flooding back. He knew all these miraculous changes had come to him because of the dragon. He felt deep gratitude in his heart.


    ¡°I won¡¯t let you down. I will take your revenge, but first¡ª¡± he murmured.


    With a cold smile, Jian Wu turned his gaze toward the horizon again. Blue Cloud City would host the selection trials of the major sects in just three days. In his past life, everything had gone wrong there. But this time would be different.


    ¡°- but first, I¡¯m coming for you,¡± he murmured, ¡°We still have unfinished business, White Lotus Sect.¡±

 4 - Blue Cloud City

    Three days before the Sect selection trials, just as in his previous life, Jian Wu arrived in Blue Cloud City. As soon as he stepped out of the carriage and grabbed his belongings, the driver wasted no time before leaving. The others in the group quickly scattered into the bustling streets, leaving Jian Wu standing there alone.


    Everything was exactly the same as it had been ten years ago. Blue Cloud City was overwhelming¡ªa chaotic, noisy place with towering buildings that were far more impressive than anything in his small hometown. For someone so young, it was easy to feel lost. Ten years ago, when he first came here, he¡¯d been wide-eyed and clueless, his nervousness plain on his face. He had aimlessly wandered the streets, unsure of what to do, his expression filled with hesitation and fear.


    Back then, a young cultivator¡ªprobably around eighteen¡ªhad approached him with a friendly smile. The man had offered to help, recommending a cheap and reliable inn where Jian Wu could stay. At first, Jian Wu had been reluctant, but the stranger¡¯s insistence, paired with an underlying sense of threat, eventually pressured him into following.


    The man had led him into a deserted alley, robbed him of everything, and beaten him mercilessly. As Jian Wu lay bruised and bleeding, the man sneered:


    ¡°You made me waste my time for this pathetic handful of mana crystals? If I¡¯d known you were this broke, I wouldn¡¯t have bothered with trash like you.¡±


    Penniless and humiliated, Jian Wu had been forced to survive on the streets for the next three days until the trials began.


    Now, standing in the same bustling square, he feigned the same lost and confused look from before. His eyes scanned the crowd, waiting for a familiar face to appear. Sure enough, he heard the same voice he had been expecting.


    ¡°Hey, young brother! First time in Blue Cloud City? You look a little lost.¡±


    Jian Wu turned his head slightly, his expression carefully crafted to show a mix of nervousness and uncertainty.


    "Long time no see. I¡¯ve been waiting for you," Jian Wu thought, keeping his face completely emotionless.


    Keeping his voice timid, he bowed his head slightly. ¡°Senior brother,¡± he said, sounding unsure, ¡°this really is my first time here. I came for the selection trials in three days, but I don¡¯t know where to go.¡±


    The young man¡¯s expression shifted into one of concern as he looked at Jian Wu. But Jian Wu, knowing the true nature of the scoundrel standing before him, found the act almost laughable. It was hard to believe he had fallen for it before.


    ¡°Junior brother,¡± the man said, his tone dripping with fake sincerity, ¡°I¡¯m worried about you. Big cities like Blue Cloud City can be dangerous, especially for newcomers. You could lose your money¡ªor even your life. But you¡¯re lucky you ran into me! I know a safe inn where you can stay without any trouble. Let me take you there.¡±


    Jian Wu hesitated, glancing around nervously. ¡°I don¡¯t know, senior brother... I¡¯ve heard this city can be quite dangerous.¡±


    Seeing Jian Wu¡¯s apprehension, the scammer stepped closer and placed a hand on his arm.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, junior brother. Trust me, and you¡¯ll be safe until the selection trials. You¡¯ll have a chance to focus on your cultivation without any distractions.¡± He gently tugged on Jian Wu¡¯s arm, nudging him to walk.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    Lowering his head, Jian Wu mumbled, ¡°Thank you for helping me, senior. I¡¯ll be sure to repay your kindness someday.¡±


    As they crossed the busy streets, the scammer kept up his friendly chatter, his fake smile never wavering. But as the streets grew quieter and more deserted, his mask began to slip. The chatter stopped, his smile faded, and his grip on Jian Wu¡¯s arm tightened, sending a clear, unspoken message: It¡¯s too late to escape now.


    They finally arrived at one of the city¡¯s most desolate corners. The area was eerily silent, with only houses that appeared to have been abandoned long ago in sight. Their dark, empty windows hinted at neglect. Even if someone still lived there, they were unlikely to care about what was happening outside.


    In his previous life, this was the moment Jian Wu had panicked. He¡¯d screamed for help, hoping someone would come to his rescue. No one had.


    After that point, the scammer¡¯s pace quickened, practically dragging him along. The man¡¯s once-friendly expression shifted to something cold and serious. Inside, however, the scammer was brimming with satisfaction. He felt a twisted sense of joy, like a predator that had successfully cornered its prey. In his mind, the boy was already trapped, with no chance of escape.


    ¡°Senior, wait a second,¡± Jian Wu said, his voice trembling slightly. ¡°I just remembered something. I need to tell you something.¡±


    The scammer didn¡¯t slow down. He assumed this was just another pathetic attempt to stall or beg for mercy, something he¡¯d seen countless times.


    ¡°What is it now?¡± he snapped coldly, not even glancing back.


    Jian Wu kept his head lowered, his voice calm despite the earlier tremor. ¡°Senior, I owe you a debt from ten years ago. I¡¯d like to repay it.¡±


    The scammer froze, his brow furrowing in confusion. Of all the excuses he¡¯d anticipated, this wasn¡¯t one of them. He turned slightly, intending to demand an explanation from Jian Wu¡ª


    But in that instant, Jian Wu struck. Like a viper, his hand darted to his belt, drawing a knife and slashing at the man¡¯s throat with ruthless precision.


    The scammer reacted with reflexes honed by countless street brawls, stumbling back just in time while also pushing Jian Wu away. The blade missed his neck by a hair¡¯s breadth, slicing through the air with a deadly whistle.


    They now stood a few steps away from each other, eyes locked..


    ¡°Who are you?¡± the scammer demanded, his voice sharp, yet laced with unease. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen you before. Who are you working for?¡±


    Jian Wu¡¯s lips curled into a smirk, his gaze mocking.


    ¡°I thought I could finish you quickly,¡± he said, his voice calm, almost casual. ¡°Save myself the trouble of wasting time on a worthless scammer. But I¡¯ll admit¡ªyou¡¯re not as useless as I expected.¡±


    Jian Wu laughed coldly ¡°But you know what? I¡¯m glad. It¡¯s more fun this way.¡±


    The scammer¡¯s expression hardened, a flicker of rage crossing his face. ¡°You have a death wish, boy. Fine, remember this before you die¡ªI¡¯m Yu Wenyan, and I¡¯ll be the one to end your life.¡±


    This was it. Jian Wu felt the fire of battle ignite in his heart. This wasn¡¯t just a fight¡ªit was his first life-and-death struggle since his return. The blood in his veins burned, his entire being surging with fighting intent.


    With a smooth motion, he shifted into a combat stance, his knife gleaming ominously in his hand. ¡°Come,¡± he said, his voice like ice. ¡°Show me what you¡¯ve got.¡±


    Yu Wenyan hesitated. The overwhelming aura of Jian Wu¡¯s killing intent crashed over him like a wave. For a moment, doubt crept into his mind. Something about this boy was off¡ªdangerous. Perhaps too dangerous.


    The scammer forced a grin, raising his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. ¡°Look, junior brother,¡± he said, his tone slipping into one of false camaraderie, ¡°maybe there¡¯s been a misunderstanding. We don¡¯t know each other, and I don¡¯t want to hurt you. Let¡¯s just go our separate ways, eh? No need for anyone to get hurt.¡±


    Jian Wu¡¯s expression didn¡¯t waver. His face was emotionless, his eyes colder than steel.


    ¡°You talk too much,¡± he said flatly. ¡°If you won¡¯t come to me, then I¡¯ll come to you. We have unfinished business.¡±


    Without another word, Jian Wu charged, his movements fluid and precise¡ªa storm of deadly intent.


    Yu Wenyan¡¯s fake smile vanished. He drew his knife and lunged forward to meet Jian Wu head-on.


    The fight had begun.

 5 - To Live, To Die

    Jian Wu¡¯s heart burned with fighting will, his entire being radiating killing intent. Facing Yu Wenyan, he quickly assessed his opponent¡¯s cultivation level. The man was in the early stages of the second level of the Celestial Body Stage, but his Qi was chaotic and unstable¡ªa clear sign of a weak foundation. Despite being a level lower, Jian Wu felt no fear.


    ¡°As long as I¡¯m not up against a second-level cultivator with a solid foundation or advanced techniques, I won¡¯t lose,¡± he thought, his confidence unwavering.


    During his three-month journey to Blue Cloud City, he spent all his time in cultivation, reaching the peak of the first level of the Celestial Body Stage. His progress was astonishing, but Jian Wu knew that cultivation alone wasn¡¯t enough. If he wanted to follow the Martial Dao, he had to be brave and willing to risk everything.


    For a cultivator, true strength came from life-and-death battles. Only by standing on the brink of death could a cultivator sharpen their skills and break through their limits. Those who relied solely on meditation and safe techniques would inevitably hit a bottleneck and never progress further. Jian Wu understood this better than anyone. He had no intention of staying low in this lifetime. He welcomed all life-and-death battles.


    ¡°This one is perfect,¡± Jian Wu thought. ¡°He¡¯s weak enough to handle, yet strong enough to push me. I need this fight.¡±


    With his fighting spirit blazing like fire, Jian Wu charged forward, his movements fluid and precise¡ªa storm of deadly intent. His strike was sharp and decisive, closing the distance between them with astonishing speed.


    When Yu Wenyan saw the boy charging at him with deadly precision, he swung his knife. The blade whistled through the air, aiming straight for Jian Wu¡¯s throat. If it didn¡¯t kill him, it would at least force him to slow down. But Jian Wu, with instincts sharpened from his rebirth, moved quickly. He sidestepped with calculated precision, the blade missing him by mere inches.


    Yu Wenyan stumbled slightly from the failed strike, leaving himself open. Jian Wu wasted no time. His fist shot out, landing a powerful punch to Yu Wenyan¡¯s ribs. The force was far greater than Yu Wenyan had expected from someone so young. He gasped in pain, taking a step back to steady himself.


    ¡°You¡¯re stronger than you look, kid,¡± Yu Wenyan spat, clutching his side. His eyes burned with anger as he raised his knife again. ¡°But you¡¯re not leaving here alive! Blazing Fang Slash!¡±


    With a loud roar, his knife began to glow faintly with a reddish aura. Yu Wenyan swung downward with all his strength, aiming to crush Jian Wu with raw power.


    Instead of dodging, Jian Wu stepped forward, closing the gap before the slash could reach its full speed. His hand struck Yu Wenyan¡¯s wrist sharply, sending a painful shock up his arm. The knife wavered in Yu Wenyan¡¯s grip. Seeing the opening, Jian Wu followed with a brutal elbow strike to his opponent¡¯s face.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    Yu Wenyan staggered back, blood dripping from his nose. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, his expression growing darker. ¡°You¡¯ll pay for that, you brat!¡± he snarled, planting his feet firmly on the ground. His body began to move unpredictably as he launched into a spinning strike. ¡°Shadow Serpent Step!¡±


    Yu Wenyan¡¯s movements became wild and erratic as he approached. His blade slashed in a twisting, snake-like pattern, aiming at Jian Wu¡¯s vital points.


    But Jian Wu didn¡¯t panic. His sharp eyes followed Yu Wenyan¡¯s every move. These chaotic attacks might have overwhelmed him in his past life, but now he could see through the patterns. He waited patiently, biding his time.


    When Yu Wenyan committed to a thrust aimed at his chest, Jian Wu shifted to the side. The blade missed by a hair¡¯s breadth.


    This time, Jian Wu countered with precision. His fist struck Yu Wenyan¡¯s elbow, forcing the knife from his grip. Yu Wenyan let out a cry of pain, but before he could recover, Jian Wu grabbed his arm and twisted it. With a swift motion, he slammed Yu Wenyan to the ground. The sound of the impact echoed in the empty alley.


    Yu Wenyan groaned as he scrambled back to his feet. His movements were slower now, his confidence shaken. Fear flickered in his eyes, though he tried to hide it behind bravado. ¡°You think this is over? Rising Flame Kick!¡± he shouted.


    Yu Wenyan leaped into the air with surprising speed, his leg igniting in flames as he aimed a powerful kick at Jian Wu¡¯s head. The heat from the fire scorched the air around them.


    But Jian Wu didn¡¯t flinch. As the flaming kick descended, he took a single step back. The strike missed him by inches.


    Before Yu Wenyan could recover from his landing, Jian Wu closed the distance in an instant. His speed was too much for Yu Wenyan to handle. Jian Wu swept his leg low, knocking Yu Wenyan¡¯s supporting leg out from under him. The scammer hit the ground hard, groaning in pain.


    Jian Wu didn¡¯t stop. He stepped forward and brought his foot down on Yu Wenyan¡¯s knee with cold precision. A sickening crack echoed through the alley, followed by Yu Wenyan¡¯s agonized scream.


    ¡°Stop! Please, stop!¡± Yu Wenyan begged, clutching his shattered leg. Fight was finished and he knew it.


    Jian Wu¡¯s expression was cold, devoid of mercy. ¡°Did you stop when you robbed and beat me? Did you stop when you humiliated me and left me to starve in the streets?¡± He lifted his foot and brought it down on Yu Wenyan¡¯s other knee, breaking it with the same ruthless efficiency.


    ¡°What are you talking about? I¡¯ve never seen you before, you psycho!¡± Yu Wenyan shouted, his voice trembling as he tried to mask his fear.


    Jian Wu didn¡¯t respond. Instead, he looked down at Yu Wenyan with a cold, unsettling smile. The aura radiating from him was oppressive, suffocating. It wasn¡¯t the aura of a man¡ªit was something darker, something closer to death itself.


    Yu Wenyan howled in pain, his body trembling as he writhed on the ground. ¡°You... You¡¯re a monster...¡±


    Jian Wu¡¯s voice was calm, almost mocking, as he repeated Yu Wenyan¡¯s earlier words from his past life. ¡°This city is dangerous, brother. You really should¡¯ve been more careful.¡±


    With that, Jian Wu ended it. Without hesitation, he snapped Yu Wenyan¡¯s neck. The alley fell silent.


    Once he entered the sect, mana crystals would become even more crucial¡ªfor purchasing herbs, pills, and artifacts needed for cultivation. Without them, life as a cultivator would be nearly impossible. Jian Wu had chased this thief all the way here for this exact reason, and the haul had exceeded his expectations.


    He slipped the ring into his pocket and straightened, casting one last glance at the lifeless body before turning away. As he made his way back to the bustling city center, his thoughts shifted toward the upcoming sect selection. His blood surged with anticipation at the prospect of testing his talent against the geniuses gathered from across the region.


    ¡°The real challenge begins now,¡± Jian Wu thought.

 6 - Sect Selection & Luo Tian

    Today was the most important day for young cultivators¡ªSect Selection Day. Their talent would be tested, and the results would decide their future within a sect. As the sun rose over Blue Cloud City, hopeful candidates streamed toward the grand arena, where Sect Elders waited to evaluate their potential.


    Jian Wu walked calmly toward the arena. After a short walk from the city center, in the distance, the massive arena came into view. It was a symbol of the city¡¯s martial pride, renowned for hosting famous martial tournaments and duels. But today, it hosted the southern region¡¯s most significant event: the annual sect selections. Jian Wu paused briefly, his gaze lingering on the structure as memories from his past flickered in his mind. He pushed them aside and continued forward.


    Blue Cloud City was a hub of martial culture, and on Sect Selection Day, it was more alive than ever. The streets buzzed with cultivators rushing to make it on time. The arena gates were packed, with long lines moving at a crawl as candidates jostled for their turn to enter.


    Jian Wu joined one of the lines, his expression calm and focused. He waited patiently, inching forward while keeping a close eye on his surroundings. Despite the crowded chaos, he remained composed, his sharp gaze taking in every detail.


    As he finally neared the gate, whispers rose behind him, followed by a commotion in the crowd. When he turned back, he saw a group of people pushing their way forward. The group cut through the crowd without waiting in line, and most of the people ahead quickly stepped aside to make way for them. The air was filled with angry murmurs, but no one dared to voice their objections. Leading the group was a familiar figure.


    ¡°Luo Tian,¡± Jian Wu muttered under his breath.


    It was none other than Luo Tian, the prodigious son of the city lord of Blue Cloud City. Jian Wu¡¯s eyes narrowed, his gaze cold as memories of his past life surfaced. Luo Tian¡ªarrogant, ruthless, and monstrously talented¡ªhad entered the White Lotus Sect the same year Jian Wu had in his previous life. He was a figure synonymous with fear and unchecked power.


    Luo Tian¡¯s lackeys, clad in arrogance and a misplaced sense of superiority, shoved their way through the crowd, clearing a path for their master with aggressive disdain.


    ¡°Move! Are you courting death?¡± one of them barked, his tone as sharp as a blade.


    ¡°Step aside! Do you have a death wish blocking Young Master Luo Tian?¡± another sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.


    The crowd parted reluctantly, the murmur of frustration rising like a low tide, but no one dared to openly object. Luo Tian¡¯s mere presence was enough to silence dissent. As the son of the city lord, his authority was unshakable, and his cruelty was notorious.


    Jian Wu stood still, his posture straight and unyielding. His sharp eyes tracked Luo Tian¡¯s approach, studying the young man who embodied both privilege and terror. Luo Tian was no mere spoiled child. At thirteen, he had already built a harem of unwilling girls, abusing his father¡¯s authority to shield his heinous acts. Even within the White Lotus Sect, his monstrous talent and unrestrained cruelty earned him the title ¡°The Devil.¡± Students whispered his name with fear, and even elders treaded carefully around him.


    "I suppose stepping aside and avoiding trouble would be the smartest choice," he muttered under his breath, his voice a low rumble only he could hear. "But if I want to advance in the Martial Dao, I need to be a bit crazy."The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    As Luo Tian and his entourage drew nearer, the pressure around them grew suffocating. The weight of Luo Tian¡¯s presence seemed to sap the courage from the crowd, leaving only Jian Wu standing resolute. The lackeys reached him first, their sneering expressions filled with disdain. One of them stepped forward, shoving Jian Wu roughly.


    ¡°Get out of the way, idiot. Are you blind?¡± the lackey spat, his voice filled with arrogance.


    But Jian Wu didn¡¯t budge. His feet were rooted firmly to the ground, his eyes fixed on the lackey¡¯s face with an icy stare. The crowd, already tense, held their collective breath. For a moment, the air crackled with the promise of conflict, the tension so thick it was almost tangible.


    Jian Wu¡¯s calm, unflinching gaze sent a chill down the lackey¡¯s spine, though the man quickly masked his unease with a sneer. Luo Tian, watching from behind, paused, his interest piqued by the lone figure daring to stand firm in his path.


    ¡°I¡¯m not blind,¡± Jian Wu said evenly, his voice calm but cutting. ¡°I just had the misfortune of seeing your ugly face up close.¡±


    No one expected such a retort. The tension in the air grew thick, and while some people found the reply amusing, none dared to laugh openly in front of Luo Tian.


    ¡°Who is this guy? Do you know him?¡± someone whispered to their friend.


    ¡°No, I don¡¯t think he¡¯s anyone important.¡±


    ¡°Then he must either be an idiot or have no idea who he¡¯s provoking.¡±


    The lackey¡¯s face flushed crimson with humiliation and fury. With a snarl, he swung his hand, aiming to slap Jian Wu across the face.


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    Before the blow could land, Jian Wu¡¯s hand shot up, catching the lackey¡¯s wrist effortlessly. He tightened his grip, his qi surging as a sharp, agonizing pressure traveled through the lackey¡¯s arm. A scream tore from the man¡¯s throat as he dropped to his knees, his face contorted in pain.


    The crowd froze, stunned by Jian Wu¡¯s audacity. Whispers of disbelief rippled through the onlookers, though none dared to speak too loudly.


    From behind, a low, amused laugh broke the tense silence. Luo Tian stepped forward, his expression a mixture of disdain and curiosity.


    ¡°Boy, you¡¯ve got guts,¡± Luo Tian said, his tone mocking yet dangerous. ¡°You dare to attack my servant in front of me?¡±


    Jian Wu released the lackey¡¯s wrist, letting him collapse to the ground, and turned his cold gaze to Luo Tian.


    ¡°You should¡¯ve kept your dog on a leash,¡± Jian Wu replied evenly. ¡°It barked up the wrong tree.¡±


    The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut with a blade. The crowd watched with bated breath, their collective fear almost palpable. Luo Tian¡¯s infamous reputation had cowed countless cultivators, but here stood a seemingly unknown youth openly defying him.


    Luo Tian¡¯s eyes narrowed, his sharp gaze scrutinizing Jian Wu. His imposing figure, tall and broad for his age, cast a long shadow. The massive sword strapped to his back added to his already suffocating presence, and his killing intent rolled off him like a wave, forcing weaker cultivators to tremble and break out in cold sweats.


    Yet Jian Wu didn¡¯t flinch. Instead, his own aura surged forth, a fierce battle intent rising to meet Luo Tian¡¯s oppressive force head-on. For a fleeting moment, surprise flickered across Luo Tian¡¯s face. He hadn¡¯t expected such defiance¡ªor strength¡ªfrom someone he deemed insignificant.


    The two stood locked in a silent clash of wills, their auras colliding with a force that left the crowd frozen in place.


    Then, Luo Tian¡¯s lips curled into a smirk. ¡°I thought today would be boring. But you¡¯ve entertained me. I think I¡¯ll play with you for a while.¡±


    Jian Wu remained silent, his expression cold and resolute. His decision was made. No matter the consequences, he would not back down. This was his stand, his declaration to the world¡ªand to himself¡ªthat he was no longer the man who had bowed in submission in his past life.

 7 - Sect Selection & Lin Mei

    Neither of them had made a move yet, but their aura and the killing intent they exuded filled the air with an icy atmosphere. Onlookers held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two figures without moving. It was as if the slightest sound would be enough to explode the tense atmosphere.


    Jian Wu stared intently at the other person. ¡°Should I act first?¡± he thought. The man in front of him was the son of the city lord. This was a problem in itself, but his identity made it even more complicated. Not only was he the son of a city lord, but he was Luo Tian, who had been nicknamed ¡°Devil¡± for generations in his previous life. He was on a completely different level from the simple punk he had fought on the street three days ago.


    ¡°No matter how I look at it, this doesn''t look good,¡± Jian Wu thought to himself. But he had no intention of backing down.


    ¡°Looks like my best chance is to make the first move,¡± Jian Wu thought as he prepared to act. His muscles were tense, his breathing controlled. Luo Tian crossed his arms over his chest, watching Jian Wu with a mocking expression on his face. It was as if he knew what was going through her mind and was amused by it. That arrogant look only increased the tension around them.


    Just as Jian Wu was about to lunge towards Luo Tian, a voice broke the silence with its words:


    ¡°Luo Tian, you really are as described. A pathetic loser who takes pleasure in crushing those weaker than himself.¡±


    At these words, everyone froze. Who could say such a bold thing to Luo Tian? This was an even bigger challenge than Jian Wu''s dare. The watching crowd suddenly fell silent, their attention turning to the owner of the voice. As people slowly stepped aside, a girl appeared, standing tall and glaring at Luo Tian.


    The crowd stared at her in astonishment. What she said was already shocking, but the real astonishment came from her extraordinary beauty. With her white skin, her flaming red hair and her posture in a bold blue dress, she resembled a goddess. Her face and body were softly contoured, but the sharp light in her eyes and her thin lips gave her an air of both grace and authority. Most of the men felt their hearts beat faster, while the women watched her with looks of envy and admiration.


    ¡°Lin Mei...¡± said Luo Tian with a wry grin on his face. ¡°I thought you had already moved to the testing grounds. I didn''t expect you to be here.¡±


    Lin Mei didn''t respond to Luo Tian''s words. She only directed her cold gaze at him. Even her silence felt like a threat.


    A man in the crowd said in an admiring whisper, ¡°Who is this goddess? Please someone tell me!¡±If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Another replied: ¡°I don''t know, but if even Luo Tian treats her so kindly, she is definitely no ordinary person. I couldn''t imagine anyone talking to him like that and surviving.¡±


    Even Jian Wu was moved by this moment. Stunned by her beauty, he unconsciously lost all intention to kill her. He whispered a name as he gazed at her:


    ¡°Princess Lin Mei...¡±


    Jian Wu remembered that, at the time, Lin Mei''s identity was still a closely guarded secret. However, someone like the City Lord was, of course, privy to the truth. Jian Wu guessed that this was why the City Lord had warned his son so sternly¡ªdisturbing Lin Mei could spell doom for the City Lord and his entire family.


    There were some people no one could afford to offend, not even in their wildest moments, and Lin Mei was undoubtedly one of them. It wasn¡¯t just her abilities that made her untouchable; her family background was equally formidable. Luo Tian wouldn¡¯t dare harm a single hair on this girl''s head, not even in his most reckless dreams.


    Luo Tian withdrew all killing intent as he looked at Lin Mei. Jian Wu was no longer important to him. Luo Tian''s eyes were filled with greedy lust. He thought, ¡°If I can get this girl into my harem... She might even become my wife,¡± he thought.


    He smiled warmly and said, ¡°You misunderstand me, Young Lady Lin Mei. Don''t be so prejudiced against me. As the son of a city lord, I have priority access. My servants may have been excited to make way, but I didn''t bully anyone,¡± he said.


    The audience was shocked by these words. ¡°Is this really Luo Tian talking so nicely to a girl?¡± someone muttered.


    Lin Mei looked at him with a cold expression that showed she didn''t believe his words one bit. The longer she kept silent, the more Luo Tian''s desire grew inside him.


    Luo Tian bowed slightly and said, ¡°Then I''ll go in. We''ll talk again after the Sect Selection, young lady. I hope we end up in the same sect and get along well.¡± He paused for a moment before walking past Jian Wu.


    The others didn¡¯t notice, but as Luo Tian passed, he cast a sidelong glance at Jian Wu, filled with disdain. Jian Wu noticed it, but he didn¡¯t care in the slightest.


    He looked after Luo Tian with an emotionless face. Then he turned her gaze to Lin Mei. Lin Mei was smiling slightly. Even that small smile was enough to make Jian Wu''s heart speed up. He bowed slightly and started walking towards the selection area. The crowd made way for him too. Before, people didn¡¯t take him seriously and even thought he was a fool who didn¡¯t know his place. But when they saw him standing fearlessly before the Devil Luo Tian, who could still look down on him or dismiss him as a fool? In this world, all cultivators revered talent and courage. To follow the martial dao was to admire those who embodied bravery and strength.


    ¡°He¡¯s no ordinary person,¡± someone muttered.


    ¡°Absolutely. He has the heart of a true warrior,¡± another agreed.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know if his skills match his bold words, but he¡¯s earned my respect,¡± a third added.


    Jian Wu paid no attention to the murmurs around him, nor did he spare a glance at the girls watching him with admiration and desire. He simply walked forward, his gaze fixed ahead, and passed through the gates into the arena without looking back.