The Longevity Dao Fruit at the Start

Great Gan, Lin'an County.

The Bright Moon hung high in the sky, casting a cold, tranquil glow over the sleeping town of Lin'an.

"Pain, pain, pain..."

Bi Changsheng felt as if his skull were being pried open, a chaotic mess of things shoved inside. He didn't know how much time had passed before the agony began to recede, allowing him to finally sense his own body. He struggled to sit upright.

Night raid, total annihilation, desperate flight, forbidden technique counter-kill, falling into a coma—have I transmigrated?

Before he could even begin to sort through the seventeen years of memories belonging to another Bi Changsheng that had suddenly flooded his mind, he muttered to himself, uncertain.

Bi Changsheng peered through the moonlight spilling in from the window.

The room was small, but the exquisitely carved tables, chairs, doors, and windows, along with the Chi Dragon Pattern Moon-Gate Canopy Bed he sat upon, all bespoke a refined taste. Looking at all this, Bi Changsheng finally confirmed he had transmigrated.

I only spent a few billion extra hours grinding games, how did I end up transmigrating?

Bi Changsheng thought with a touch of self-mockery.

However, he accepted the transmigration quite well. As an orphan, he had no lingering attachments in the other world.

Moreover, as a private investigator by interest, his hobbies were playing games and reading novels; he was already intimately familiar with the concept of transmigration.

After accepting the facts, Bi Changsheng began to organize the memories that had suddenly surfaced.

Creak...

Before he could ponder for long, the door suddenly opened, and a thin, elderly man walked in carrying a lantern.

"Young Master, you're finally awake!"

Seeing Bi Changsheng sitting on the bed in deep thought, the old man appeared visibly moved, his grip on the lantern faltering as it nearly dropped to the floor.

Hearing the voice, Bi Changsheng's train of thought was broken. He opened his eyes and looked toward the door, the identity of the person standing there instantly surfacing in his mind:

"Uncle Fu, is that you?"

This was the ancestral home of the Bi Family. The original owner's father, Bi Tiancheng, had been born here before venturing out into the world. After honing his skills, he returned to Lin'an County and built a massive family fortune.

Because of his success, Bi Tiancheng had established a separate estate elsewhere. This small courtyard served only as the ancestral home. Aside from Uncle Fu—who had distant blood ties to the Bi Family and had received great kindness from Bi Tiancheng—no one else knew of the connection between this courtyard and the Bi Family.

"Sigh, Young Master, it is me, it is me."

Hearing Bi Changsheng call his name, the old man at the door—Uncle Fu—recovered from his excitement. He hurried to the candle stand on the table, using the flame from his lantern to light it, and the room was instantly bathed in candlelight.

Once Uncle Fu reached the bedside, Bi Changsheng asked:

"Uncle Fu, how much time has passed, and what is the situation with the Bi Family now?"

"Young Master, you've been in a coma for over a month. The Master is dead, and the Bi Family has been carved up by the Zhao Family, the Sun Family, and those animals at the yamen. The yamen even framed you and the Master for colluding with the Demon Sect, and they've issued a joint warrant for your arrest..."

As he spoke, Uncle Fu's face streamed with tears.

Bi Changsheng comforted Uncle Fu while cross-referencing his account with the memories in his mind.

The world Bi Changsheng had transmigrated into was no ordinary place. It was a world where martial arts could strengthen the body, where powerful warriors could scale walls and kill with a single leaf, and where legends spoke of cultivators who could ride the clouds and pluck stars from the sky.

It was a pity that the original owner had been born with a physique incapable of cultivation; no matter how hard he tried, he could never become a true martial artist. On the night the Bi Family was annihilated, he had only managed to escape by burning his life force and potential through the forbidden Body Burning Art.

Through his conversation with Uncle Fu, Bi Changsheng had basically sorted out the original owner's memories and recent events. He decided it was time:

"It's getting late, Uncle Fu. You should go back and rest. I want to be alone for a while."

"Very well, Young Master. Everything is in the past now. If the Master were still here, he would surely want you to live well."

It was clear Uncle Fu was still worried, but he did not refuse Bi Changsheng's request.

"Don't worry, Uncle Fu. I will live well and not let my father's sacrifice go to waste."

Bi Changsheng said, his voice soft yet firm.

Uncle Fu said nothing more. He walked to the table, picked up the lantern he had set down, exited the room, and carefully closed the door behind him.

Once Uncle Fu was gone, Bi Changsheng began to seriously consider how he would secure his place in this world.

Suddenly, Bi Changsheng's consciousness was pulled infinitely high. He seemed to see a boundless river of time, within which countless civilizations evolved. He saw cultivators flying on swords, ten-thousand-foot-tall demons prostrating in submission, giant dragons roaring, and even mechs dancing through the air...

But what drew Bi Changsheng's attention was a Dao Fruit floating upon the river of time, radiating an endless aura of life, remaining unchanged no matter how the river surged.

The moment Bi Changsheng saw this Dao Fruit, it seemed to form an inexplicable connection with him. In reality, Bi Changsheng's body, which had been nearly drained dry, underwent an instant transformation. His sallow skin turned fair to the naked eye, eventually becoming as smooth as jade, and his brittle, straw-like hair turned dark and lustrous.

It turned out that along with the transmigration, he had luckily obtained the Longevity Dao Fruit from the game he had been grinding before he arrived. Unfortunately, the Longevity Dao Fruit could only grant him immortality, not invulnerability. Coupled with the fact that this body could not cultivate and lacked any means of self-protection, Bi Changsheng had already made up his mind: he must strive to lay low and survive until the end of time.

Huh!

He hadn't noticed it while his body was weak, but now that he had recovered, Bi Changsheng immediately felt a surge of energy circulating within him.

Isn't this the energy generated by the original owner's temporary boost from the forbidden technique? Why hasn't it dissipated yet?

This body is quite interesting; perhaps I am not without a means of self-protection.

A new thought instantly took root in Bi Changsheng's mind.

The rooster crowed at dawn.

As a fan of novels, Bi Changsheng naturally harbored a martial arts dream of wielding a sword to roam the world, settling scores with a flourish of justice.

Possessing the Longevity Dao Fruit made him like a child holding a gold bar in a marketplace. Although he had resolved to lay low, Bi Changsheng understood that living in this world would inevitably leave traces. Even if he tried his best to hide, in the infinite stretch of time, his anomalies would eventually be discovered.

A burning desire to control his own destiny surged within him!

Bi Changsheng's current plan was to delay the discovery of his anomaly for as long as possible, while simultaneously mastering the Dao-protecting arts as quickly as he could, provided his life remained secure. He aimed to rationalize his abnormality, or perhaps even make others too intimidated to pry into it.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Bi Changsheng took the longsword hanging on the wall and stepped out of his room.

Pushing the door open, he was greeted by a reasonably spacious courtyard. The layout resembled a traditional quadrangle; the walls were not particularly high, and inside stood a water well and a towering locust tree. Beneath the tree sat two lounge chairs with a small tea table nestled between them.

Arriving at the open space in the yard, Bi Changsheng drew his ancestral refined steel sword. Recalling the techniques in his mind, he circulated the strength within his body and began to practice. As he leaped, turned, and shifted with the sword in hand, the entire courtyard shimmered with the glint of steel.

Bi Changsheng's swordplay grew faster and faster, the momentum of his strikes revealing an elegance and swiftness akin to a gentle breeze.

Suddenly, Bi Changsheng's gaze turned sharp as lightning, piercing through the void. His longsword danced rapidly, unleashing three strikes in the span of a single breath.

In less than half an hour, he had mastered the basics of the Thirteen Swords of Qingfeng!