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  "Hum!"

  The crisp sword hums, echoing in this small room of no more than twenty square meters, lingering on.

  "Good sword, hundred-refined steel sword, the casting standard of this world has absolutely reached a very high level. Leaving aside alloy materials, in terms of craftsmanship alone, its at least one era ahead of my Imperial Capital Star!"

  In a small room beside an iron bed, Wang Ting sat on the bed, grasping this three-foot green blade, constantly measuring it.

  "Wang Ting."

  The door was pushed open, and a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old stepped in, seeing Wang Ting holding the Qingfeng sword by the bed. He looked slightly surprised: "Wang Ting, are you serious? Really want to duel with Ha Liner and Gong Sunsu for the sake of it? Gong Sunsu is a seed student of the Academy, a mid-level swordsman who has obtained the Swordsman Medal, a key cultivation object of the Academy. Formal swordsmen are already very frightening, let alone those even stronger mid-level swordsmen. Even if youre a genius, youve only been in school for less than three days and arent even a formal swordsman yet. How could you possibly be a match for a mid-level swordsman?"

  "Duel?"

  Wang Ting glanced at the young man who had just entered.

  His name is Su Ke, one of the owners of this twenty-square-meter small room, or rather, a roommate of Wang Tings body.

  He hadnt even had time to carefully digest the memories of this body, wake up, and calm his mind, when he was already drawn in by this extraordinary civilization, completely unaware of what was about to happen to his own body...

  So, Su Kes duel with Gong Sun Zan was completely beyond his comprehension.

  "Will you forget?"

  Su Ke stared with his eyes wide open, looking at Wang Ting in an unbelievable manner, as if he was looking at an alien.

  In fact, Wang Ting, a sword master from Imperial Star, is an alien.

  Although even he himself did not know why, under the main cannon of the mechs bombardment, he would suddenly appear here and replace this young man with the same name and surname.

  "Remember a little bit, the academys seed disciple Gong Sun Su, and also Hai Lin Er."

  Wang Ting responded, he didnt go to flip through the memories of this body, his spiritual department was attracted by the hundred-refined steel sword in front of him, and he didnt care about other things.

  "If you still remember clearly, why do you show such an indifferent attitude? Youre just a high-ranking martial artist, not one of those formal swordsmen who condense their internal energy into a single force and cultivate their inner power. Not being a formal swordsman, you dont even have a glimmer of hope against the mid-tier swordsman Gong Sun."

  It seems that Su Ke thought of something and vaguely understood: "Youre not thinking of running away, are you? Thats right, as the number one prodigy in Bishui City, who became a high-ranking warrior at the age of 16, this kind of genius will definitely become a formal swordsman in the future. Even if his reputation is ruined and he is expelled from the Xuanzhong Advanced Swordsman Academy, he can still attend other advanced swordsman academies. Theres no need to ruin his promising future for a Ha Liner and fight against a mid-ranking swordsman."

  Wang Ting didnt respond to Su Kes words, but his sentence "Condense the blood and energy into one strand, refine it into a powerful force" made him slightly startled.

  Martial arts?

  Could it be...

  As he thought of this, Wang Tings thoughts immediately sank into the memories of this body, and with his strong spiritual power as a sixth-stage spirit master, he absorbed the memories related to "Formal Swordsman" and "Ji Dao" from this body.

  Seeing Wang Tings distracted appearance, Su Ke also stopped making a fool of himself.

  "Alright, since the decision has been made, I wont persuade you anymore. From what Ive heard, Hailin is not only the most beautiful freshman in our college, but also comes from a noble family and is a high-society lady who is out of our league. Moreover, she already has a fiancé. What she said about being willing to be your girlfriend and hang out was just a way to humor you and get rid of Gong Sunzhu. Now that youve come to your senses, I wont say anything more. Its just a pity that we finally met someone who shares similar interests, but only have three days as roommates."

  Saying so, Su Ke sighed and shook his head as he left the small room.

  However, what he didnt know was that Wang Ting basically hadnt heard a single word of his previous words. At this moment, even with the spiritual strength of a sixth-tier Spiritual Master, he couldnt help but feel a sense of awe at the vastness and profundity of the worlds cultivation civilization once again.

  "Formal swordsmen, concentrated energy, mid-tier swordsmen, energy enters the bone marrow, high-tier swordsmen, energy refines the five organs. And great swordsmen, are even more energetic, blending into a unified whole... In that world, I had cultivated my energy to perfection, achieving an unshakeable state, thinking I was already the best in the world. But here, I can only be considered a great swordsman!"

  "The great sword master above the sword master, refining the true energy, swords and guns do not enter, water and fire do not invade, thousands of troops retreat, in the midst of ten thousand troops coming and going freely, taking the head of the general as if searching for something in ones pocket..."

  In the era of the end of the law, compared to the curtain call of swordsmanship cultivation, this world ruled by the Lord of the Divine Sword, where order is maintained with swords - is a holy land for sword cultivators!

  Previously, Wang Ting had already understood the structure of this world from the memories of this body.

  One thousand years ago, the divine residence of a sword-wielding sovereign descended upon this war-torn world. With his unparalleled divine power, he bestowed miracles upon every city with a population exceeding one hundred thousand, forging temples and issuing countless quests within them. Every swordsman who completed these quests from the temple was rewarded handsomely, leading to a grand flourishing of the way of the sword and a proliferation of swordsmen.

  In the most prosperous period of time, the status of cultivators was above imperial power. The strongest sword cultivator could even make an emperor from ancient times yield to them.

  Even now, due to unknown special reasons, the temples issued tasks have become increasingly scarce and difficult, and the number of sword cultivators has gradually decreased. However, in this world, sword cultivators still hold a high status. Any great swordsman who breaks through to the realm of Sword Master will immediately be awarded noble honors by countless kingdoms and empires, with generous treatment, inviting them to enter their empire as a powerful assistant.

  At the same time, this is also the fastest way for civilians to become nobles apart from joining the army.

  But these...

  Wang Ting didnt care about it; what he truly cared about was the perfection of this worlds sword cultivation system.

  A complete system of cultivation.

  Just like a bright lamp, guiding everyones direction of practice.

  Its easier to walk on an existing road than to open up a new one!

  No one knows that the king who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, in order to go further, is constantly exploring forward, how difficult it is, and what kind of price he paid.

  That feeling, its as if youre walking alone on a completely dark road, with no direction, no guidance, no hints, and no companions. Yet, you have to keep moving forward in this pitch-black environment, even when you dont know where the road leads or what destination awaits. You must continue advancing, constantly pushing forward until you reach the end of your lifes journey.

  "Ah!"

  The mighty spiritual power of the Sixth-Order Spiritual Master shook and finally calmed down Wang Tings inner turmoil.

  Swordsman, Swordmaster...

  There is also a rumor about the Sword Saint, who surpasses the swordsmen, transcends the ordinary and enters the sacred realm, suppressing imperial power.

  Swordsmen, Sword Masters, Sword Saints!

  This is a vast and majestic continent, this is a grand and magnificent world, here has the most dazzling bright starry sky...

  There are countless sword cultivators who dream of joining the sacred land of swordsmanship.

  And that high-ranking, overlooking all things, making great contributions to the revival of swordsmanship, divine residence.

  "This is our world, a perfect world that belongs solely to us sword cultivators."

  "King Ting, are you ready to face the challenges of this world?"

  Wang Ting muttered to himself, his ring finger and little finger trembling slightly.

  "Do I need to prepare? Do I need to prepare? No! Not at all! Because, I have been waiting for this moment, for countless years, a lifetime, Ive spent my whole life waiting for the arrival of this moment! No! I dont need any preparation!"

  "Clang!"

  The treasured sword hums lightly.

  Under the spiritual shock, the fine steel sword tightly held in Wang Tings hand seemed to sense the heroic spirit of tens of thousands in Wang Tings heart at this moment. The sword body trembled lightly, resonating with its masters spirit.

  Wang Ting gazed at the hundred-refined steel sword in his hand...

  "My world is bound by too many constraints, restricted by too much, and hindered by too many obstacles. To fulfill that promise, to become the greatest in the way of the sword, Ive paid too great a price, so heavy that its become unbearable, so much that Ive lost my..."

  This is just an ordinary hundred-refined steel sword, any student who joins the Xuanzhong Sword Academy and pays enough tuition will be issued such a hundred-refined steel sword, as well as school uniforms, sword repair books and other daily necessities. Although its craftsmanship was considered to be among the best in the world of Wang Ting, leading an era, but in this world, it is indeed just an ordinary, cant-be-more-ordinary fine steel sword.

  “But here…”

  "There are no guns, no fighter jets, no armor, no warships...no nuclear bombs that can annihilate millions of people in an instant...Here, there is only blood and sword, here there is only sweat and fire, this is a world that belongs to us, the sword cultivators!"

  "My efforts will no longer be in vain like flowing water, my dreams will no longer be fleeting like passing clouds, the greatest under heaven will no longer be an illusion reflected on the water!"

  "Its my honor to meet you here."

  Wang Tings fingertips lightly tapped on the fine steel sword, quietly listening to the faint hum transmitted from the body of the sword...

  It was as if the sword was responding to his words.

  "A hero doesnt ask about origins. Perhaps, now its just an ordinary fine steel sword, its sharpness buried in the dust of time, never revealed, possibly until the end of life, still silently walking through a nameless life..."

  "But now... it wont work..."

  "Im here because I came!"

  "I have come into this world."

  "Met me."

  Ive had enough.

  "From now on, its if life!"

  The sword is like a living thing, autumn water leaves no trace.

  "This is his name."

  "If I live, I am the sword in the kings court! In this world, you will fight for me!"

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