"Jing Qian, in competitive sports, without talent, you're cannon fodder!"
"What use is working hard if that's all you have?"
"Fencing isn't suited to you. You'd better go back and study properly!"
"Jing Qian, you've already lost twenty-seven official matches to me in a row! I recently read a web novel, and there was a line in it that suits you perfectly!"
"If you don't cultivate, you see me as a frog at the bottom of a well gazing at the moon in the sky."
"If you cultivate, you see me as an ant looking up at the blue heavens."
"Hahaha, that's so cool!"
"My grandson Jing Qian, seeing these words is like seeing me in person!"
"Your grandaunt insists on taking me to the capital to have my lungs treated. At my age, what difference does it make whether I get treated or not?"
"But there's nothing to be done. You know your grandaunt's temperament. If I refuse to listen, I'm afraid she'll make a huge fuss and leave the household in turmoil!"
"I'm mailing you the complete manuscript of the 'Jing Family Eight Trigrams Sword' as well. From now on, the sword techniques of the Jing Family will be passed down by you."
"My grandson was born to be a swordsman. It's a pity that your parents forged swords for the nation and were contaminated by radiation over in Jiuquan, leaving my beloved grandson born deficient, with a damaged foundation. Though you have a talent for forging the sword, your physical condition limits you, preventing you from giving it your all."
"But there's nothing to be done, nothing to be done..."
"Provincial fencing team member Jing Qian fought multiple knife-wielding robbers in the street while upholding justice, resulting in one death and four injuries. He died heroically."
"I killed someone!"
"I really couldn't hold myself back."
"With a sharp sword in hand, killing intent naturally surged, and courage sprang forth!"
"When I encounter injustice on the road, if I can't make my sword move like a dragon and slash to my heart's content, then what's the point of forging a sword?"
"It's just a pity that the gang leader opposite me was also trained in martial arts. Even though he had already reached the hall and entered the chamber with his family's 'Jing Family Eight Trigrams Sword,' he could only achieve a narrow victory by trading injury for life!"
"For someone to train their kung fu to such a level, he should have been a man of iron will and fierce, diligent resolve. How could he willingly become a bandit robbing travelers and steal a jade stele?"
"But this world after death is truly interesting!"
"The person I personally killed actually dared to turn into an evil ghost and come back to haunt me?"
"Then I'll cut you down one more time!"
Jing Qian's thoughts surged from time to time. After death, he inexplicably appeared inside a narrow space.
The place was only ten square meters. Besides him, the gang leader he had personally killed was there as well!
At that moment, the enemy's face was blue and purple, nothing like that of a living person.
Yet his fatal wounds had completely healed. He had actually come back from the dead!
And unlike Jing Qian, who had nothing in his hands, the other man still carried the weapon he had possessed in life—a steel Bone Removal knife.
When enemies met on a narrow path, battle was about to erupt!
Jing Qian felt a surge of blood and qi rise from his coccyx, shooting straight toward his brow like an electric current before sinking into his dantian and viscera, transforming into inexhaustible strength throughout his body!
Immediately afterward, he hooked his left foot fiercely backward. The immense reaction force blasted his body forward like a thunderbolt.
He pressed the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, using them as a sword, and thrust with all his might, unleashing the most deadly offensive move in his family's sword technique:
Kan Li Pointing Stars!
His body unfolded as his right arm traced a twisted arc, avoiding the opponent's descending steel knife and stabbing straight toward both eyes.
His fingertip swept across the pupils. Blood mixed with vitreous humor and sprayed outward!
He had actually blinded his opponent with a single finger!
When martial artists fought for their lives, contact meant either death or injury!
The enemy had lost both eyes and could no longer even manage basic defense. Naturally, he was no longer Jing Qian's match.
Jing Qian moved calmly around him, found an opening, and thrust out another finger, striking the enemy's temple directly!
With strength surging through him, his finger was as hard as steel. Attacking with a finger, he pierced three inches into the other man's skull.
This neither-ghost-nor-human opponent had his head blown apart by one finger from Jing Qian and died on the spot!
After coming back from the dead, the enemy had become as stiff as a zombie. His reaction speed and agility had fallen sharply, leaving him far weaker than he had been in life.
And when Jing Qian poked the opponent to death, a faint wisp of smoke rose from his body.
The smoke was bluish-white, formless and odorless. It shot straight toward Jing Qian, who inhaled it into his belly in a single breath!
He felt a stream of heat spread from his chest and abdomen, quickly permeating his entire body.
A warm, comfortable sensation spread through him, filling him with bliss!
He sensed a slight increase in his strength and physique, while his speed of thought had also improved!
More importantly, as he inhaled the smoke, a wondrous experience of martial cultivation naturally fused with his consciousness.
Then he twisted his body and assumed a brand-new fist stance, beginning to practice in that space.
Ordinarily, Jing Qian cultivated his family's 'Jing Family Eight Trigrams Sword,' so the fist forms he practiced naturally belonged to the Eight Trigrams Palm school.
But now, he displayed rather well-practiced Xingyi techniques.
All of this came from the memories he had obtained by killing his enemy!
Those memories contained the other man's experience of painstakingly training in Xingyi Fist for over a decade. After absorbing them, Jing Qian directly grasped the true essence of Xingyi Fist, and his strength advanced by leaps and bounds!
Just then, the enemy Jing Qian had poked to death actually staggered back to his feet, picked up the fallen steel knife, and attacked him.
Jing Qian was already stronger than before, and he was even more fearless.
He charged straight forward and thrust out another finger, stabbing into the enemy's Celestial Numinous Acupoint and killing him again.
A second wisp of smoke mixed with martial training memories emerged and was swallowed into his belly.
However, the other man still had not died completely. He actually staggered back to his feet again!
Jing Qian killed the enemy seven times in total before, with the release of the final wisp of smoke, his figure completely disintegrated.
Afterward, a stone stele abruptly rose in the corner of the narrow space.
He approached and discovered several lines of shallow text carved into the stone stele!
Host: Jing Qian Lifespan: 1/84 years Life Essence: 0.1 Destiny: None
"Why am I only one year old?"
"And what are Life Essence and Destiny?"
Carrying a trace of doubt, Jing Qian began wandering around the space.
Apart from this stone stele, the place was seamless and utterly empty.
When he walked around behind the stele, he discovered that four large characters had likewise been carved into its back:
"Chronicle of Jing Qian—Draft"!
He had no idea what it meant and nowhere to go, so he could only sit cross-legged before the stone stele and enter meditation to regulate his breathing.
The next second, his spiritual consciousness underwent a wondrous transformation and actually broke free from the narrow space!
When he awoke, he was astonished to discover that he had truly become a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. A kind-faced old woman had placed him in a hanging basket and was gently rocking it.
As she rocked the basket, the old woman murmured to him:
"My grandson, you must grow up quickly. Once you establish your Destiny and cultivate Life Essence, you'll be able to fight enemies alongside Grandma!"
"Even if the Jing Family is reduced to only the two of us, grandmother and grandson, we must not disgrace our family tradition."
"In this world, if some fool comes knocking at our door, just beat him to death."
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