Waiting

The sun had just risen.

At the center of the Lu Family Estate's training ground,

a stern-faced young man stood

practicing his saber technique.

He held the saber in one hand.

It was a steel saber, nothing special, but sharp and cheap. If it broke, he wouldn't miss it.

"The Five Elements Prison Demon Saber has five properties: Metal's Sharpness, Wood's Bending and Straightening, Water's Flexibility, Fire's Ferocity, and Earth's Heaviness..."

Wang Xuan lowered his saber.

The five elements generate and restrain one another. The technique blends force and finesse.

The image of his master demonstrating the technique remained vivid in his mind. Every movement matched Wang Xuan's practice exactly, yet his master's form held an indescribable spirit.

The form is right, but the spirit isn't... Wang Xuan pondered this.

He slowly opened his eyes and walked a few steps to a round stone stool.

"Hoo."

Wang Xuan adjusted his breathing again and gripped the saber with both hands.

He struck, cutting diagonally.

The blade passed soundlessly through the hard marble stool.

A corner of the stool slid off.

The cut was smooth as a mirror.

Before, the same strike could only chip off a piece of stone, while the shock left the web of his hand aching.

"Ha!"

Wang Xuan's face flushed as he breathed out a warm cloud of white mist.

"That's it!"

Wang Xuan was delighted.

"Earth Generates Metal. Earth's Heaviness guides Metal's Sharpness. That's why cutting through the stool felt like cutting butter."

"Fire restrains metal. Fire's Ferocity offsets Metal's Sharpness. That's why there was no backlash when I finished the strike, and my hand doesn't hurt."

"Phew. I nearly disgraced all transmigrators."

Wang Xuan's lips curved into a smile, his eyes shining.

That was right. He was a transmigrator.

The original owner of his body