Sword Intent of Extermination of Immortals!

He had no idea how long he had been practicing.

Huang Rong had already started yawning, her eyes drowsy and heavy, yet Lu Chen remained utterly focused, practicing the "thrust" sword stance she had taught him, over and over again. Though his face was etched with exhaustion, and his strikes were no longer as swift and forceful as when he began, even as his arms trembled from fatigue, he still strove to maintain precision with every thrust, ensuring his form did not falter from weariness.

This even earned a hint of admiration from Huang Rong for his concentration and perseverance.

But she could no longer hold out. Covering her small mouth with her hand, she yawned and said, "Brother Lu, let's stop here. It's getting late; time to rest!"

Only then did Lu Chen snap back to reality. Glancing at Huang Rong, whose eyes were teary and drowsy, he said apologetically, "Sorry, I got lost in practice and lost track of time. I've tired you out, Miss Huang." As he spoke, as if only now aware of his own state, he leaned on the wooden sword with both hands, supporting his weary body.

"It's fine."

Huang Rong waved her small hand dismissively, looking unconcerned: "If you're heading in the wrong direction, mindless hard work is useless. Not only will you develop laughably bad skills, you might even ruin yourself. But with an Enlightened Master guiding you, diligent practice is the true path of martial arts." Though Huang Rong herself lacked the perseverance for such hard training, practicing martial arts in fits and starts, that didn't stop her from lecturing Lu Chen thus, subtly highlighting her role as that "Enlightened Master."

Lu Chen, catching her drift, thanked her solemnly: "Thank you for your guidance, Miss Huang. If I ever achieve mastery in swordsmanship, you will be my first teacher."

Huang Rong felt a smug laugh inside, but kept a calm and composed expression on her face. Hands clasped behind her back, she said leisurely, "Brother Lu, you're too polite. No need to be so serious. After all, I only taught you the basic sword stances..." Hmm, the wise teacher's pose was perfect—if only she hadn't ended her words with another small yawn.

Watching her adorable, yawning figure, Lu Chen couldn't help but smile: "Miss Huang, your eyes are barely open. You should rest soon."

"Mm-hmm, I'm about to. Let me wash up first..."

When Huang Rong fetched some clean water from the cabin and brought out her toiletries to rinse her mouth, Lu Chen was momentarily stunned.

Because in her hand was an exquisite bone-handled toothbrush, identical in form to a modern one. She even had toothpaste...

Well, this was just Lu Chen's ignorance.

In fact, as early as the Sui and Tang Dynasties, toothbrushes similar in design to later ones already existed, with handles mostly made of wood or bone, and brush heads with small holes in a row, filled with pig bristles or horsehair.

By the Song Dynasty, in big cities like Lin'an, there were even toothbrush shops selling toothbrushes, toothpaste, tooth powder, and other oral hygiene products. The toothpaste and tooth powder used by wealthy families were quite refined—toothpaste was made by boiling various medicinal herbs with cleansing and aromatic properties, while tooth powder was often finely ground from pearls, mixed with green salt and other ingredients.

In his past life, Lu Chen hadn't studied these historical details much, so he truly didn't know that Song Dynasty people could brush their teeth with toothbrushes and toothpaste. He had assumed they just chewed willow twigs dipped in green salt to rinse their mouths.

As he stood there dumbfounded, Huang Rong had already quickly rinsed her mouth by the ship's railing, wiped her small mouth with a handkerchief, turned back to smile at Lu Chen, revealing a row of pearly white teeth: "When we get to the city, I'll buy you a toothbrush too. For tonight, just make do with a cloth dipped in tooth powder to rinse."

Lu Chen nodded woodenly, feeling like, compared to Huang Rong, he—a transmigrator from a world of technology—had somehow become a caveman...

After rinsing, Huang Rong told Lu Chen to wait at the bow while she entered the cabin, closed the door, and gave herself a quick wash.

Then she found him a clean strip of cloth, gave him a box of tooth powder, handed him a cotton towel, and even brought out some clean water, telling him to wash up at the bow.

This gave Lu Chen another subtle feeling... of being kept by a little rich girl.

When it was time to rest at night, Huang Rong didn't make him sleep out in the wind at the bow. She called him into the cabin.

Though the boat was small, it was still a sea vessel, with a few tiny cabins to spare.

Huang Rong arranged a cabin for Lu Chen where he could stretch his legs, and even set up a hammock for him.

But Lu Chen couldn't get used to the hammock, so he ended up lying on the floor.

With his hands behind his head, he savored the events of the day—meeting, getting to know, and spending time with Huang Rong—and an involuntary smile crept across his face. Since living a second life in the current "Main World" and awakening from the womb's fog, he hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

Letting his thoughts unwind for a moment, he closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into his Sea of Consciousness.

First came darkness.

Then a blaze of brilliant light.

When Lu Chen's consciousness "opened its eyes" within the Sea of Consciousness, a resplendent light appeared before him.

That brilliant light, illuminating his entire Sea of Consciousness, was a sword.

A celestial sword, hanging like the sun in the sky at the center of his Sea of Consciousness, radiating ten thousand beams of sword-light, within which scenes of destruction, termination, and slaughter endlessly unfolded.

The Sword Intent of Extermination of Immortals.

This was Lu Chen's cheat.

Speaking of which, Lu Chen's first life on Earth had also been ended by this Sword Intent of Extermination of Immortals.

He remembered that at the time, he seemed to be eating barbecue alone at a night market, celebrating his graduation and finding a job?

Anyway, at that moment, a radiant light descended from the heavens, instantly reducing him to ashes.

What's more, it was incredibly precise—aside from Lu Chen, nothing else was damaged.

Afterward, that radiant light carried Lu Chen's soul, tearing through time and space to a different world, where he was reborn as an unborn fetus.

His consciousness then sank into a long, deep slumber.

It wasn't until three months ago, when he turned eighteen, that Lu Chen awakened the mystery of the womb and recovered his past-life memories.

He also learned that the radiant light was actually a "Sword Intent of Extermination of Immortals."

Though this "Sword Intent of Extermination of Immortals" was not a true physical immortal sword, it possessed unfathomable power, capable of tearing through the void and traversing myriad worlds.

Before merging with Lu Chen, the Sword Intent could only carry his soul through dimensions.

But after eighteen long years of complete fusion with his soul, it could now transport his physical body as well.

However, Lu Chen could not yet freely control this traversal.

After awakening, he understood that the "Sword Intent of Extermination of Immortals" could take his physical body across worlds, carrying certain materials or even people. He also knew that eighteen years had allowed the Sword Intent to accumulate enough energy for one traversal. But when exactly it would happen, or where he would end up, was not yet within his control.

So his first physical traversal was abrupt and chaotic, completely unprepared—he had just finished a sword practice session, taken a bath, changed clothes, dried his hair, and muttered to himself:

"Three months of hard training, and my swordsmanship hasn't improved at all. When will I be able to go to a world with extraordinary martial arts?"

Then the Sword Intent in his Sea of Consciousness erupted on the spot, instantly sending him to the Condor Heroes World, precisely dropping him in front of Huang Rong's small boat.

It was sudden—just like how it had ended his first life.

Besides this sudden traversal ability, the Sword Intent could also grant Lu Chen the path of the Sword Immortal, entering the Dao through the sword.

But to receive the Sword Intent's teachings, Lu Chen first had to master Extraordinary Sword Techniques.

Using Extraordinary Sword Techniques as the key, he could unlock the Sword Intent layer by layer, prompting it to give back to him.

For the past three months, Lu Chen had been unable to find Extraordinary Sword Techniques, left only to sigh at the sword.

But now...

Gazing at the Sword Intent of Extermination of Immortals hanging high in his Sea of Consciousness—radiant and brilliant, its sword-light constantly depicting scenes of great destruction, great endings, and great slaughter—

Lu Chen murmured in his heart:

"Soon, soon..."