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Eastern Jia Ma Empire, Northwest Continent.

Rear mountain.

A vibrant valley stretched out before the eye, bamboo leaves dancing in the wind beneath the sky, carrying an intoxicating fragrance.

An ordinary bamboo cottage stood in the valley. The surroundings were beautiful, suffused with an ethereal air.

As the breeze swept past, the bells hanging from the rafters gave off clear, pleasant chimes.

Beside the bamboo cottage, the Huai River wound around it.

Within the pavilion, the bamboo paths ran deep and secluded while the stream murmured on, veiled in curling mist and a unique fragrance.

The pond scenery exuded an atmosphere of leisurely prosperity. Dark green lotus leaves surrounded several graceful mandarin ducks in the water, like a vivid painting.

The azure sky was nearly transparent, and sunlight spilled over the pavilion, making it seem warm and bright.

Occasionally, a few grayish-white clouds drifted over the pavilion roof like the trailing skirts of fairies. They settled at the pavilion's corners, tinting them with soft hues that made the dark green backdrop seem all the more mysterious and alluring.

Looking out from beyond the pavilion, one could see the vast expanse where water and sky blended into one. Red koi swam joyfully through the water, sending up sprays whenever they leaped.

Savoring the view, this was truly a place of exquisite beauty. Though not far from the city, one already felt intoxicated in nature's embrace.

"Wild and unrestrained through life, joy remains; half my heart and guts cast into the chill of the sword. The sword's lofty peril rivals Shu's roads; born at the end of the road... the journey is hard."

Deep within the Bamboo Forest, a young man in white held a longsword. His features were refined, and he was handsome and dashing. Clad in snow-white robes, he resembled white feathers dancing lightly as they swept over the mortal world.

His black hair cascaded down his back, carrying a hint of wildness and unruliness. Clear light flowed through his eyes, as though they could see through every lie and deception.

His Sword Qi arched like a rainbow, as if it could sweep away everything.

The young man removed the wine gourd from his waist, threw back several large gulps, and laughed heartily. "As I roam beneath heaven and earth, who could help but long for their homeland?"

The young man was named Lin Che, and he was eighteen years old.

In truth, he was not from this world. He was one of the many transmigrators from the twenty-first century.

When he awoke again, Lin Che discovered that he had arrived in the world of Battle Through the Heavens, one of the most popular Chinese animated series of the day.

He had even unexpectedly awakened the cheat-like Drunken Sword Immortal System. As long as he drank every day, he could improve his cultivation and obtain more profound Dou Techniques and cultivation methods.

After five years of diligent cultivation, Lin Che had finally broken through to become a Dou Huang expert revered by the world.

However, Lin Che knew full well how treacherous the Dou Qi Continent was, so he had not rashly left the Northwest Continent. Instead, he cultivated here with great care, planning to travel the world only after breaking through to a higher realm.

What could be better than that?

It was said that in this place, Dou Qi could transform into horses, and Dou Di experts rode them galloping across the land. Who knew whether that was true or not?

Lin Che let out a soft sigh and sheathed his weapon once more, a strange glimmer flashing in his eyes.

"Your strength is growing ever greater. I believe it will not be long before you achieve another breakthrough." The indifferent voice was crisp and pleasant, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Following the voice, he saw a woman in a moon-white dress seated in the place of honor. Her three thousand strands of jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

They fell to her slender waist. Her peerlessly beautiful face resembled a flower fairy in the mountains, untouched by worldly affairs, brimming with a moving, ethereal charm.

Her gaze flowed gently, and her eyes held only a calmness that seeped into one's bones, without the slightest trace of competitiveness.

She was none other than Yun Yun, the Sect Master of the Misty Cloud Sect.

Yun Yun stood calmly with one hand behind her back and a sword at her side. Her serene, beautiful face carried a grace and nobility that her plain robes could not conceal.

"Miss Yun Yun, your aura has been fluctuating between strong and weak. I imagine it will not be long before you break through to become a Four-star Dou Emperor as well?"

Lin Che slowly walked forward with a smile and spoke softly.

Ever since Yun Yun had discovered the scenery here three years ago, she had cultivated here every day, discussing life with Lin Che until late into the night before returning to the sect.

"I hope so."

Lin Che softly consoled her, "When the water flows, a channel forms; when the cart reaches the mountain, a road will appear. There is no need to rush. Follow your heart, and only then can you succeed."

The path of cultivation was meant to follow nature. Forcing it would only harm oneself and others. Better to be like him and do as one pleased.

"Your swordsmanship is among the strongest I have ever seen among Dou Emperors. Why is it that, despite cultivating bitterly for so many years, my sword still falls so far short of yours?"

Yun Yun put away her weapon, pursed her delicate lips, and asked curiously.

Both were sword cultivators, and Yun Yun knew that her swordsmanship was considered unmatched within the sect. Yet before Lin Che, the difference between them was like heaven and earth.

Especially that earlier Sword Qi—it had displayed swordsmanship to its fullest extent. Even Yun Yun could not help but feel inferior.

"The sword rises from the heart; when the sword falls, autumn mountains tremble." Lin Che tipped back his gourd and drank a mouthful of wine, then nodded with a faint smile.

Yun Yun shook her head and asked gently, "You are so strong, so why have you always been unwilling to join my Misty Cloud Sect and cultivate profound Dou Techniques and methods?"

"My Misty Cloud Sect can be considered a first-rate sect in the Northwest Continent, and we could also offer you many rare treasures."

"The world is dangerous, and people's hearts are unfathomable. I have grown used to cultivating alone, so naturally I do not wish to leave this place." Lin Che sat beside Yun Yun, holding the wine gourd in one hand and taking a sip from time to time.

As a transmigrator, Lin Che already knew the future of the Misty Cloud Sect. The most dangerous figure within it was the sect's former leader, Yun Shan—Yun Yun's mentor—as well as his partner, a protector from the Soul Hall.

If Lin Che went there, then given Protector Wu's temperament, he would surely make him stay.

A Dou Emperor under twenty years old was rare even across the entire Dou Qi Continent.

The soul of a Dou Emperor was a great tonic, especially one as young as Lin Che. He was practically a priceless treasure.

If he could obtain it, he would surely earn Hall Master's approval.

"Alright~" She tidied a stray lock of hair by her ear and murmured in a voice as soft as a mosquito's, "Tomorrow, the sect will hold a ceremony for my disciple's promotion to Young Sect Master. If you have time, you may come to the Misty Cloud Sect to observe."

"If I have time, I will certainly visit the Misty Cloud Sect."

Lin Che nodded.

He already knew that Nalan Yanran had successfully gained recognition from the Gate of Life and Death. At this Young Sect Master inauguration ceremony, the powerful and noble figures of the Jia Ma Empire would all come to offer congratulations.

That was enough to show Nalan Yanran's importance to the entire Misty Cloud Sect.

Naturally, Yun Yun also hoped that Lin Che would come, so that she could introduce him to her beloved disciple.

"Then I shall await your arrival at the sect."

After cupping her hands to Lin Che in salute, Yun Yun turned and departed with effortless grace, leaving behind only a faint lingering fragrance in the air.

Watching Yun Yun's retreating figure, Lin Che merely took an elegant sip of wine before turning back to continue practicing his sword.