Chapter 1 The Thousand Sword Ancestor, Invincible from Birth!
High atop the mountain, where spiritual energy is so dense it's almost tangible, a thin mist swirls around.
A thousand cypress trees, dressed in white robes, stood quietly, their posture as upright as pines, their long black hair fluttering slightly in the mountain breeze.
Beside him, an ancient longsword was stuck diagonally in the rock.
This sword is named Slayer of Evil.
The sword is intricately carved with lifelike dragon patterns that spiral upwards from the guard and disappear into the scabbard, revealing only the obsidian-like hilt, which is both ancient and heavy.
Qian Daobai remained calm and extended his right hand.
His hands were fair and slender, with smooth skin that showed no signs of age, and his fingers were well-defined, making him look like a young man in his early twenties.
He gripped the cold hilt of the sword.
Clang—
The longsword was drawn, a dazzling silver light flashed, the blade was incomparably sharp, reflecting Qian Daobai's handsome face.
Just then, the wind howled across the mountaintop, whipping his black hair and white robes, and swept past the sword blade, producing a sound that resembled a high-pitched dragon's roar.
[Congratulations, host, on successfully drawing your sword. You are rewarded with Sword Intent Points. Your current total Sword Intent is ten million.]
A completely emotionless electronic voice rang in his mind right on time.
Qian Daobai was already used to this, and his face remained completely calm.
He sheathed his sword, his gaze fixed on the endless forest beneath the churning sea of clouds in the distance, his eyes deep as he drifted into memories.
It's been a hundred years.
He is Qian Daobai, Qian Daoliu's biological older brother.
He was once a genius who amazed the entire Spirit Hall and even the entire Qian family.
However, a hundred years ago, an unexpected encounter awakened him to something called the "Immortal System".
The first task issued by the system was so simple it was almost absurd.
A hundred years have passed since the sword was drawn.
The conditions were equally harsh: one had to be far removed from the world, on this desolate mountaintop, repeating the same action day after day, year after year.
Each time you draw your sword, you will receive a reward from the system.
And so he became a legend passed down by word of mouth, an ancestor who secluded himself in seclusion.
Those old guys in the Spirit Hall probably thought they were dead a long time ago.
After all, who could believe that a former genius would disappear for a whole hundred years just to play with a sword here?
Just as his thoughts were wandering, the electronic voice in his mind sounded again.
[Congratulations, host! The first mission, "Drawing the Sword for a Hundred Years," has been completed.]
[Reward: Sword Immortal Inheritance.]
Qian Daobai was slightly taken aback, then let out a long sigh of relief.
That breath of stale air seemed to carry away a century of loneliness and monotony.
"After a hundred years, I can finally get out of this damned mountain peak."
He murmured a sigh, his tone carrying a hint of relief and anticipation.
As soon as he finished speaking, a vast and refined torrent of information flooded into his mind.
That was everything about the sword, a supreme understanding that transcended all swordsmanship in the world.
Qian Daobai closed his eyes and carefully felt it.
A moment later, he opened his eyes again, his gaze now clear and bright.
He gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword again, but this time, his movements were much more casual.
With a casual wave of his hand.
There was no sword light, no sound of air being cut, and even the sword itself disappeared from sight.
However, a thousand meters away, on the opposite cliff, a huge rock several meters high silently split open from the middle, the cut as smooth as a mirror.
Boom!
Several breaths later, the cleaved half of the boulder slid down with a deafening roar and plunged into the abyss.
An invisible pressure suddenly spread out from him, causing the surrounding clouds to surge violently and the rocks to rustle.
Now, even if a so-called god stood before me, I could probably kill him with a single sword strike.
Their power has long surpassed that of gods.
Qian Daobai sheathed his sword, stroked his chin, and fell into thought.
"The swordsmanship passed down by this sword immortal is quite good; it's strong and domineering enough."
"But I always feel that something is still missing; the sword intent seems not to have reached true perfection yet."
"Where should I go to complete this last bit of sword intent?"
The thousand cypress trees were pondering this.
After a century of solitude, he was finally granted the swordsmanship. Although his swordsmanship was strong, it was still lacking that final touch of perfection.
This feeling is like a fishbone stuck in my throat.
Just then, that cold, ruthless electronic voice in his mind rang out again.
[Hello, host. The second task is now being issued.]
[Task Name: Recruiting Apprentices]
[Mission Requirements: Find a disciple with exceptional swordsmanship talent, recruit them as a disciple, and teach them swordsmanship.]
[Quest Reward: Supreme Swordsmanship Insights.]
Upon hearing this, Qian Daobai raised an eyebrow.
Taking on apprentices?
That's interesting.
He sat atop this mountain for a hundred years, keeping company with only plants and rocks, and had almost forgotten how to interact with people.
"Insights into the Supreme Sword Dao..."
He murmured the reward to himself, a flash of understanding crossing his eyes.
The legacy of sword immortals is about passing down "techniques," moves, and experience.
But true fulfillment requires a heart for inheritance, and a "way" that is passed down from generation to generation.
This last bit of sword intent should have been here.
"Perfect timing, I should also go down the mountain and see what the world has become a hundred years from now."
A faint smile appeared on Qian Daobai's lips. A century of tranquility had made his heart as still as water, yet he could not suppress the slight curiosity about the world below the mountain.
...
at the same time.
At the foot of the mountain.
Three figures were slowly making their way up the mountain along the rugged mountain path.
The leader was a young girl.
The girl was in her early twenties, with a head of brilliant golden hair that cascaded down like a waterfall in the mountain breeze.
Her face was exquisitely beautiful, with skin as white as snow, a high and straight nose, and a pair of clear and firm blue eyes, exuding an innate nobility.
A form-fitting gold palace dress perfectly accentuated her exquisite figure, especially her long, straight legs, which were subtly revealed by the slit in the skirt, making them particularly eye-catching.
This person was none other than Qian Renxue, the young master of the Spirit Hall.
Behind her followed two elderly men.
A tall, thin man wielded a snake spear, his face sinister.
The other person was short and stout, with a powerful aura, and his martial spirit was a porcupine.
Both of these individuals are titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall.
"Miss, the sword intent on this mountain is overwhelming. The higher you go, the stronger the oppressive feeling becomes. There may be danger."
The Douluo holding the serpent spear spoke in a low voice, offering a reminder.
Qian Renxue did not stop walking, her gaze fixed on the cloud-shrouded mountain peak.
"It's alright."
Her voice was clear, cool, and pleasant, carrying a sense of decisiveness.
"I want to see just who this person is who can unleash such sword intent."
Just now, when that invisible sword intent that cleaved through the rocks erupted, she happened to be nearby.
That sharpness that spanned the heavens and the earth, that terrifying pressure that seemed capable of severing even the soul, left this self-proclaimed sword genius feeling an unprecedented shock!
And on this mountain, there undoubtedly lived a peerless master whom she could only look up to!
How could she possibly miss such an opportunity?
(End of chapter)