Sudden Death and Rebirth

November 22, 2033, 5:30 PM, Weather: Clear!

"Little Zhao! Work overtime tonight, and I'll order you some late-night snacks. We'll try to finish all the game's attribute panels tonight!" a bald, pot-bellied old man instructed a young man wearing thick glasses.

"Supervisor! I'm not feeling well. Can I give you the data tomorrow noon?" Zhao Ping'an looked at the darkening sky outside and said with difficulty.

"No way! What's wrong with you at such a young age! Don't worry! As long as the game runs smoothly, your bonus will be substantial! Work hard, and I won't mistreat you. That's final!" The bald supervisor patted Zhao Ping'an's shoulder and turned to leave.

"Super... Hey!" Zhao Ping'an watched his supervisor walk away quickly, his raised hand falling powerlessly.

He picked up his phone from the desk, unlocked it with facial recognition, and dialed the number at the top of his contacts, which he had memorized long ago. The contact was saved under the name "Baby"!

"Ring, ring, ring..."

"Hello! Xiaoya, my supervisor wants me to work overtime again. I can't accompany you for dinner and a movie tonight. I'm sorry!" Zhao Ping'an said cautiously after the call connected.

"What? Overtime again? How many days has it been? Every day overtime! Every day overtime! What's the use of saying sorry? Can it be eaten or spent as money! Huh?!" On the other end of the line, a young woman's voice, like a startled cat, immediately shouted.

Suddenly, a magnetic, middle-aged male voice came from the phone, speaking gently, "My dear, who are you talking to? I've booked a table at the three-star restaurant. Hurry up and get in the car, I'll take you there..."

"Okay, my dear! I'll be right there! Zhao Ping'an, we're over! Please don't bother me again!!!"

"Beep..."

Zhao Ping'an stared at the phone in his hand, which had just been hung up, his mind a complete blank! He had been cheated on! And dumped!

Three years! They had been in love for three full years! For her, he had saved every penny to buy her cosmetics and bags, and taken her to eat delicious food everywhere! If she hadn't wanted to change her phone, and if this bonus wasn't just enough, why would he have worked himself to death for days? But now...

Zhao Ping'an, with vacant eyes, sat at his computer desk, his hands mechanically typing on the keyboard.

He didn't know what he was writing.

Zhao Ping'an's hands moved faster and faster, his heartbeat quickened, and his eyes gradually turned red!

"Bang!!!"

With a thud, Zhao Ping'an's head slammed onto the keyboard. A cup of ice-cold coffee by his hand was also knocked over, splashing everywhere...

Then, glaring sparks remained in Zhao Ping'an's bloodshot eyes, forever!

Just then, a breaking news alert popped up on Zhao Ping'an's phone!

"Latest News! An hour ago, a gas explosion occurred at the city's three-star restaurant, Gathering Cloud Tower. A couple dining there unfortunately perished! On a damaged ID card found at the scene, we confirmed partial information of the female victim, Xie Xiaoya, twenty-three years old..."

One gives birth to Two, Two generates Three, Three transforms into Four, Four gathers Five, Five forms Six, Six reverses Seven, Seven condenses Eight, Eight divides Nine Palaces, everything returns to Ten Directions.

Endless time and space, myriad universes!

The universe is boundless, with countless worlds. The Great Dao is vast and indistinct, the heavens and earth are immense!

This is the Martial God Realm, one of the worlds within the countless worlds of the River of Sands.

The Martial God Realm has three continents and countless islands, all surrounded by endless oceans.

Southwest corner of the Heavenly Saint Continent, northwest of the Profound Water Dynasty!

Zhao Ping'an rubbed his groggy head and opened his eyes, staring blankly at the dim bedroom.

He had arrived in this world four years ago.

Four years ago, he had died in front of his computer. For some reason, his soul had traveled to this world, becoming one of the countless transmigration masses.

Unfortunately, the beginning was miserable. He had possessed a beggar who had starved to death by the roadside.

Penniless and bone-thin!

As he lay by the roadside waiting to die, he was discovered by a passing group of people.

The leader was a burly, strong man with a handlebar mustache, carrying a large saber on his back.

After confirming that Zhao Ping'an was not dead, for some unknown reason, he rescued him and brought him back to where he was now.

Inside a second-rate sect!

And that strong man was one of the four elders of this Blazing Blade Sect, the Third Elder, Zheng Hetong.

Brought back to the Blazing Blade Sect, Zhao Ping'an was also taken in as a personal disciple by Zheng Hetong. Above him, there were three senior disciple brothers and one senior sister.

Senior Disciple Brother Ji Xiangming, Second Senior Disciple Brother Cui Kang'an, Third Senior Sister Mu Yunmeng, and Fourth Senior Disciple Brother Liu Zhe.

They were all from within a hundred-mile radius who had come to the Blazing Blade Sect to learn martial arts.

After four years, Zhao Ping'an had a basic understanding of this world. He also knew why his Master, Zheng Hetong, had saved him back then.

It was because he strongly resembled Zheng Hetong's deceased son.

This was a world where Martial Artists roamed.

From the weakest Martial Trainee to the Martial Warrior, Houtian Martial Artist, Innate Martial Master, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, and so on.

Each stage was further divided into one to nine levels.

According to his Master Zheng Hetong, there were even stronger realms beyond Great Grandmaster, but those were no longer accessible to ordinary martial artists like them.

After all, the strongest person in the entire Blazing Blade Sect, the Sect Master Song Lieyang, was only an Innate Martial Master at the eighth level.

Even so, he was still a renowned expert within a hundred-mile radius, and the Blazing Blade Sect attracted many people to become disciples every year.

Below the Sect Master were the Four Great Elders, all of whom were Innate Martial Masters.

As for their specific cultivation levels within the Innate Martial Master realm, his Master Zheng Hetong hadn't mentioned it, and Zhao Ping'an didn't know either.

But they were definitely not as strong as the Sect Master, Song Lieyang.

Below the Four Great Elders were ten deacons, whose cultivation was at the Houtian Martial Artist seventh level or above. They were responsible for managing the Sect's various businesses outside and some internal affairs.

Below the deacons were the personal disciples, inner disciples, and outer disciples.

There weren't many personal disciples; only those who were accepted by the Four Great Elders and the Sect Master counted. Nominally, the status of personal disciples was equivalent to that of deacons, but no one truly felt they were the same.

After all, this was a world where strength determined everything. Lacking self-awareness and being unruly could be fatal.

As for the difference between inner and outer disciples, it was a matter of closeness of relationship.

Once one became an inner disciple, they would be bound to the Blazing Blade Sect, sharing its prosperity and hardship.

Outer disciples, on the other hand, were merely tools for the Blazing Blade Sect to make money. As long as they paid a certain amount of silver, they could enter the outer sect to learn martial arts.

As long as you had money, no one would care even if you studied until you were eighty.

Of course, if you caused trouble outside, the Blazing Blade Sect wouldn't intervene.

For four years, Zhao Ping'an had not been exposed to any martial arts.

Firstly, he was too young, and his body was still developing. Practicing martial arts too early would harm him.

Secondly, his physical foundation was too weak. Long periods of hunger had left him significantly thinner than his peers, and he needed to recuperate his body first.

After four years of recuperation, Zhao Ping'an, now fourteen years old, could finally begin to learn martial arts.