The sound of waves crashing in my ears, and a damp wind blowing in my face.
Qin Ze slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was an endless expanse of blue sea.
He was on a beach on a small island, the ever-surging waves soaking his toes.
Qin Ze looked around and found that he was all alone.
Clearly, Breakthrough Otherworld had separated the Hunter.
Sunshine, sandy beaches, ocean waves, seabirds gliding low overhead... it's the perfect scene for a resort.
Qin Ze, who was already prepared to unleash a massacre, suddenly found himself at a loss with his hands.
Miss Sword Case gazed at the vast, flat beach, her creative spirit stirred.
However, she did not forget that she was just an ordinary Sword Case, and she tried her best to keep herself from giving herself away.
Qin Ze gazed into the distance, his eyes narrowing slightly as the warm sunlight felt comforting on his face.
Compared to the Otherworld he had experienced before, this place was practically paradise.
"So what exactly is this trial? Is it just about enjoying the scenery here?"
"Fly over this sea, and you'll break through to the Level Nine Martial Artist."
A familiar voice came from beside him, and Qin Ze couldn't help but stiffen.
He held his breath and slowly turned around, only to see Brother Yuanzi, dressed in white, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
"Boss?!"
Qin Ze was both surprised and delighted.
The familiar scent, the familiar clothes, the familiar tone of voice...
This is the Human Race's Number One Sword.
His teacher, his friend.
Yao Yuan turned to him, her eyes full of gentleness. "You look so tired."
Qin Ze's eyes reddened, and his throat tightened.
One sentence from Brother Yuanzi broke down his psychological defenses.
From the moment he was resurrected by the World Tree, he dared not slacken his efforts in the slightest.
He didn't want to disappoint Brother Yuanzi, he didn't want to disappoint his family, and he especially didn't want to disappoint the Human Race.
He must constantly strive to become stronger, to prove that the Chosen One of Human Race is not a waste.
The Human Race Sword Immortal risked his life to protect back then was no trash.
He had no one to rely on anymore, and his only way to vent was to joke and curse with his clones on the Local Area Network.
Yes, it's really tiring.
Qin Ze's lips trembled for a while before he finally spoke, "Boss, the golden age of Human Race is as you wished."
Yao Yuan said calmly, "But a prosperous era needs someone to protect and safeguard it."
Qin Ze gradually calmed down.
He knew that the Brother Yuanzi in front of him was merely an illusion created after Breakthrough Otherworld, and the true Human Race's Number One Sword was still in the Hall of Stars.
Yao Yuan towards the distant sea. "It's time to set off."
Qin Ze raised his hand and gently wiped the corner of his eye. "You're with me?"
Yao Yuan nodded. "I'll go with you."
Qin Ze laughed loudly, "Then let's see who's faster!"
As he spoke, Qin Ze stepped through the air, disappearing like a missile with a "whoosh," leaving only a trail of contrails on the sea surface.
Seeing this, Yao Yuan followed closely behind, and together they disappeared into the vast sea.
"Ooh ooh ooh--"
As dawn broke, the room was dimly lit, and a large rooster was crowing loudly outside.
The Taoist sat up in bed and murmured, "I'm back at the Yin-Yang Temple."
Before he could react, a furious curse came from the doorway.
"You brat, the rooster has crowed three times already, why aren't you up practicing your kung fu!"
The Taoist instantly appeared outside the door and saw the hunched figure under the osmanthus tree.
"Master..."
The old Daoist priest, dressed in a white training uniform, turned around and said, "What's with that mournful face of yours? I'm not dead yet, you don't need to mourn me!"
A slight smile appeared on the Taoist's lips, but the old Daoist waved his hand dismissively, saying, "You might as well cry."
Stop making excuses and get over here to practice.
"How can I entrust the Yin-Yang Temple to you if you keep slacking off?"
The Taoist quickly ran to the tree. "I'll start practicing now!"
There was a time when Taoist found the most annoying thing to do was to get up and practice their skills every day when the rooster crowed.
Regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter, regardless of wind or rain, it is the same every day.
But now, the Taoist feels that practicing martial arts is a rare enjoyment.
He glanced at his master beside him out of the corner of his eye, or rather, at the person enjoying his company.
The old Daoist priest lashed the Taoist's arm hard with a bamboo stick. "Didn't you eat? Raise your hand!"
The Taoist said helplessly, "Master, we haven't had breakfast yet."
slap slap slap--
The old Daoist priest tapped the bamboo stick a few more times. "So you've learned to talk back, haven't you?"
"Master, I was wrong."
"What's wrong?"
The mistake was... not raising your hand higher.
Why not raise it?
"Because I didn't eat breakfast."
"You brat, stand right there!"
An old man and a young boy were circling under the tree, while a rooster in the corner was craning its neck to watch.
"Too slow, you can be faster."
The man Slacking on the Sidelines, stared blankly at the middle-aged man in front of him, who was timing with a stopwatch, for a long time.
He blurted out habitually, "This is my limit."
The middle-aged man put down his stopwatch and said, "Limits are meant to be broken."
Under the scorching sun, standing on the Slacking on the Sidelines felt like my whole body was dripping with oil, and even the cicadas' chirping sounded incredibly tiring.
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Run another lap."
With its ability to initiate movement by Slacking on the Sidelines, it can almost "whoosh" through a 400-meter track.
The middle-aged man looked at the stopwatch in his hand, his brows furrowed with disappointment.
"One and a half, still not down to one second."
He was panting heavily, his hands on his knees as he paddled Slacking on the Sidelines.
He looked at his hands; they were fair, delicate, and belonged to a sixteen-year-old.
The middle-aged man looked at him and said, "You are the only person in the family with innate talent; all the family's resources are being tilted towards you."
The elders hope you can shoulder the future of the family, but I only hope you can live well.
"Your natural talent isn't outstanding; you're just fast, but being fast often means you're more likely to survive."
"You have to be faster, even faster."
Feeling his mouth dry as he paddled Slacking on the Sidelines, he managed to say with difficulty, "I understand, Dad."
At this moment, the Slacking on the Sidelines confirms that the Otherworld has brought him back to that summer when he was sixteen.
Whether in the past, present, or future.
He didn't have the courage to face that day.
In the study, a graceful woman held a ruler and looked at the young man in front of her with a serious expression.
" Tao Te Ching once."
The Scholar had just been transported to this Otherworld, was not yet fully adapted.
He looked around and saw that it was the study he remembered.
"What are you daydreaming about? Recite the Tao Te Ching!"
The woman's stern voice rang in my ears again.
The Scholar finally came to his senses. "Yes, sir."
"The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao..."
After a long pause, the woman nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad."
The Scholar couldn't understand why the Otherworld could recreate the people and places from his memories.
Shouldn't Breakthrough Otherworld involve experiencing a battle between life and death?
"Let's review yesterday's lessons now... What's wrong with you today? Why are you spacing out again?"
The Scholar shook his head. "Sir, there's nothing more you can teach me. Everything you know, I already know."
The woman frowned. "Is this how you treat your teacher?"
The Scholar then launched into a long and eloquent discourse, reciting the Four Books and Five Classics, the Analects and the Great Learning from beginning to end without missing a single word.
The woman's expression grew increasingly serious. "You used your power again."
The Scholar scoffed, "Why not use your abilities?"
"Sir, today's lesson is over. You don't need to come again."
Amidst the woman's resentful gaze, the Scholar pushed open the door and left the study.
"I'd like to see what this Otherworld is up to."