Chapter 1 Lin Xi

  The night was as black as ink, lightning flashed and thunder boomed, heavy rain poured down in torrents.

  A vast and majestic mountain, looming in the darkness. The summit flickers with specks of firelight, and as one draws closer, a humble grand hall comes into view. Inside the hall is empty and desolate, with only a few oil lamps lit on the walls.

  In the firelight, a youth with a silver crown lay motionless on a bronze bed. The youth looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old. His body was slender and his face handsome, but his complexion was pale and bloodless.

  His lips were tightly pursed, his sword-like eyebrows locked in a frown, and even in his coma, his hands were still clenched into fists, as if he was enduring immense pain. On his chest, the bloodstains were dense, dyeing a large area crimson. Clearly, he had suffered no light injury.

  Just by looking at the young man's luxurious clothes, it is clear that he is of noble status. However, with such severe injuries, there isn't even half a servant by his side. He was left all alone in the grand hall, clearly in a precarious situation.

  He lay motionless on the copper couch, his breathing barely perceptible, and it was impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead.

  Rumble!

  Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, cutting through the wind and rain, striking the top of the hall. Inside the great hall, a fierce gust of wind suddenly arose, and on the bronze bed, the young man who had been motionless until then suddenly trembled slightly. At this moment, a red glow began to spread, and his face gradually took on a hint of color.

  Dada!!

  Almost in the blink of an eye, a clear footsteps came floating over to the main hall through the wind and rain. The footsteps of two people, with quick and heavy pace. On such a rainy day, every step was extremely stable, obviously well-trained.

  In just a moment, these two people walked into the grand hall. One tall and one short, wearing cyan Taoist robes, holding feather dusters, they were two disciples of the sect.

  "What bad luck! On a rainy day like this, I still have to come and treat the injuries of this good-for-nothing. ...I also don't understand why the higher-ups still want to save this good-for-nothing. As the young master of the Five Thunder Sect, his martial arts skills are actually so poor, it's simply a laughing stock for our sect. This time, he's even brought such disaster to the sect, he's not worth saving."

  The short and petite disciple who entered first shook off the rain from his body, glanced at the young man on the copper bed, and said with a scowl.

  "Heh heh, who made us three elders his close relatives. If you had such an aunt, you could also be so arrogant. However, this kid won't be proud for many days. I heard that the higher-ups are going to hold a meeting and strip him of his inheritance qualifications. At that time, with his mediocre skills, having caused all these troubles, he'll be doomed."

  The tall and handsome young monk who came in afterwards sneered with a mocking expression.

  However, neither of them knew that at the moment they said these words, the youth on the copper bed had his eyelashes twitching twice, and a hint of anger flashed across his face.

  The two of them continued talking to themselves, put down the medicine box, and took out some bandages and pills from it.

  "Anyway, he's going to be discarded sooner or later. The people above aren't really willing to save him either, so just roughly bandage him up and it's fine, no need to make such a fuss."

  Two men roughly wrapped up the young man, just like bundling a bundle of firewood.

  "Alright. The top has policies, and the bottom has countermeasures. We few errand runners don't have to worry so much anymore."

  In a moment, less than half an incense stick's worth of time, the two of them left the grand hall with their minds elsewhere.

  However, just as the two of them had thoroughly disappeared from the hall, the young man who had been motionless suddenly slowly sat up from the bed, not showing any signs of dizziness at all.

  "It seems that the owner of this body is in a precarious situation!"

  Lin Xi gazed out of the palace, speaking slowly. A streak of bright light flashed across his starry eyes.

  Lin Xi had woken up early, but hadn't made a sound. Whoever found themselves suddenly appearing in an unfamiliar world and in an unfamiliar body would feel extremely shocked.

  Calm and composed, careful consideration!

  This has always been Lin Xi's style of doing things. Before figuring out his own situation, Lin Xi would never act rashly.

  Lin Xi's body was the master of the Five Thunder Sect, the young sect leader. This sect had a certain reputation in the world of sects, with over 700 people from top to bottom, and many skilled fighters.

  The master Lin Xiong is the biological father of Lin Xi. However, five months ago, Lin Xiong entered the mountains alone to hunt ferocious beasts and then disappeared without a trace. When he reappeared, he was dead. It's said that he was killed by a demonic beast.

  However, Lin Xi knew that this was the doing of his father's senior fellow disciple, Second Elder Meng Jun. Meng Jun had always wanted to seize the position of leader, but as long as Lin Xiong did not die, he would forever have no hope.

  Nowadays, Lin Xi only has one aunt, Lin Ruyun, who is one of the three elders in the family. The two rely on each other for survival.

  Lin Xi had exceptional innate talent and reached the third stage of martial arts at a young age. Unfortunately, when he was eleven years old, he suddenly contracted a strange illness. His physique became weak, his martial arts skills regressed, and he became a useless person.

  In the Wu Lei Sect, when Lin Xiong was still alive, no one looked up to him. Now they look down on him even more.

  Just recently, Lin Xi had gotten himself into another mess:

  He actually went to peep at the Holy Maiden of Lieyang Sect while she was taking a bath, and as a result, he got caught red-handed.

  The Lièyáng Zōng is a prestigious and powerful sect, even more so than the Wǔ Léi Pài. The Holy Maiden of Lièyáng is revered and honored beyond compare, and is the symbol of the Lièyáng Zōng.

  Something like this has happened, implicating the entire sect, no small matter!

  The elders of the Five Thunder Sect are preparing to strip him of his Young Master status, and if nothing unexpected happens, he will soon be demoted from being the Young Master, thoroughly reduced to an ordinary person.

  Lin Xi couldn't help but sigh after reviewing these memories. There was no doubt that his current situation was quite precarious. Although he had luckily escaped the mountain flood of his previous life and been reborn into this body, he had also inherited the troubles that came with it.

  " Qi and blood are faint and weak, tendons and vessels are dull, liver and lungs are slightly hardened, this is poisoning!"

  Lin Xi's middle finger touched his own wrist, and after a moment of careful examination, he gave a diagnosis.

  This is a chronic poison, very secretive, but Lin Xi, who is well-versed in medicine, cannot be deceived.

  Lin Xi was not "Lin Xi". Before being brought here, he was a seventeen-year-old high school student. Apart from this, there was another mysterious identity - the heir of an extremely powerful and ancient national art family.

  In the world where Lin Xi was born, such a family of national arts that has been passed down for generations is very secretive. Although the world changes, the family still maintains its ancient heritage, practicing national arts for life and also mastering Huang Qi.

  Lin Xi is a master in this field! Only seventeen years old, but already surpassing his predecessors.

  According to family tradition, every family member must leave home at the age of 15 and make a living on their own. This is a kind of training and also a test. All members when leaving are penniless and cannot reveal their identity.

  Lin Xi chose to go deep into the mountains for training during the summer vacation, to temper his martial arts skills. Unexpectedly, he coincidentally encountered a flood that caused a mountain torrent to burst forth. Lin Xi was extremely unlucky and got swept away by it.

  Lin Xi originally thought he was a goner, but unexpectedly, when he came to again, he found himself transported to a strange new world and inhabiting the body of an unfamiliar youth of the same age. Moreover, his mind was filled with many memories that didn't belong to him.

  …………

  "It's a pity that he was subjected to six years of humiliation, being scolded as a useless person. But what they didn't know was that it was because someone had poisoned him. His physical condition was weak, and that's why his martial arts skills were not improving."

  Lin Xi secretly shook her head in her heart, and a hint of sympathy arose.

  He also heard what those two disciples said earlier. Even the most ordinary disciple looked down on him, and Lin Xi's situation was predictable.

  "From now on, I am Lin Xi. No one can bully me anymore. And no one can plot against me!"

  Lin Xi gazed at his own reflection in the light, a sharp glint flashing across his eyes.

  After saying this, Lin Xi took a deep breath and immediately got out of bed. With a thought in mind, he immediately made a move with his fist technique.

  Lin Xi has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and knows that for ordinary people, the best way to recover from injuries is to rest quietly. For warriors, however, the best way to rest is to practice boxing.

  Lin Xi is now using a boxing method called "Little Heavenly Gate" to nourish his body.

  "It's okay, this body is weak and has been ill for six years. But the foundation is solid, and once it recovers, it will recover quickly."

  Between Lin Xi's fists and feet, he felt that although this body was weak, its foundation was strong, clearly a good foundation laid down in the past. As his fist technique unfolded, strands of medicinal energy opened up from his chest, dispersing into his four limbs and hundred bones.

  Lin Xi felt his whole body's blood energy gradually becoming more vigorous. His chest also didn't hurt as much anymore.

  "What a powerful medicinal effect! The elixirs refined from the medicinal materials in this world are far stronger than those in my previous world!"

  Lin Xi felt this medicinal power and secretly admired it in his heart.

  He knew from memory that the medicinal properties of this world were extremely powerful, and there were many medicinal materials. In contrast, his own world had thin heavenly energy, not to mention that medicinal materials were also very hard to find.

  The old prescription passed down from Lin Xi's family, many of them can't be made because the medicinal materials can't be found.

  "I don't know if I can find the medicinal herbs I need in this world. Let me refine those few pellets of medicine."

  Lin Xi said quietly.

  This practice will continue until dawn.

  Due to physical weakness, there was no recovery. Lin Xi's exercises were all slow punches, but even so, the effect was already very good.

  After a night of practice, he felt refreshed and invigorated, without any hint of fatigue. It was an unprecedented feeling for Lin Xi.

  This is the benefit of having a full and rich primordial energy. Just looking at this one point, this world is much better than the world before Lin Xi!

  Bang!

  Just as Lin Xi finished his boxing exercise, the gate suddenly burst open with a loud bang. Someone kicked the door open with one kick.

  Lin Xi's eyebrows jumped up, and he suddenly raised his head to see a young disciple wearing the uniform of the Five Thunder Sect, carrying a tray of food, walking in.

  This man Lin Xi knew, was called Li Jie. He was a cook disciple of the Wu Lei Sect, responsible for delivering meals to his fellow disciples within the sect. His status in the sect was the lowest. At mealtimes, he had to wait until all the other disciples finished eating before they could eat.

  Although he was just a cook's apprentice, Li Jie clearly didn't take Lin Xi seriously.

  "Hey, loser, dinner's ready!"

  That gaze, high and above, as if he were the master. He said, putting the rice bowl on the ground in front of the door, pushing it forward, about to turn around and leave. That attitude was just like feeding a dog.

  Lin Xi had just finished practicing boxing, and when he heard this sentence, a faint red glow flashed across his face:

  "Halt! Who did you say is useless?"

  "Wow! You're quite bold, daring to yell at me like that!"

  Li Jie had already walked out of the door, but upon hearing this sentence, he immediately turned around again, his eyes gleaming with a teasing gaze, coldly ridiculing:

  "What? I'm talking about you. You're a waste of space! What, can you do anything to me? Bite me? Hmph! A useless thing like you, really thinks it's the young master!"

  Crash!

  The rice bowl on the ground was suddenly kicked over. The rice spilled all over the floor. Li Jie looked at Lin Xi with a sinister smile:

  "I'm bringing you food, it's a favor from your uncle. How come, don't you want to eat? -- Then don't eat!"

  Saying with a cold and sinister smile.

  Lin Xi's face flashed a thread of bright red anger. Even the lowest-ranking disciple, who was only delivering food, dared to give him attitude, shouting and kicking over the rice bowl. Lin Xi's situation can be imagined.

  If it were the former Lin Xi, at this moment, he would definitely be timid and afraid to offend anyone. This is determined by his cowardly personality.

  Strength determines status, and after being a yes-man for six years, anyone can become like this.

  "What a pity, I am not him!"

  Lin Xi's eyebrows rose, a hint of anger on his face, and he let out a loud roar, his tongue bursting like thunder:

  "You dare to be so presumptuous, you must have been blinded by your own ignorance! I am the junior leader of the Five Thunder Sect, and you are just a lowly cook, yet you dare to offend me? According to our sect's rules, for such an offense, one should be punished by having their martial arts skills abolished and their heart and lungs ripped out. If I were to report this to the Punishment Pavilion, you would be dead meat!"

  Lin Xi's loud roar was filled with a stern tone, and his body exuded an aura of unyielding intimidation, instantly revealing the overbearing air of a young sect master.

  Li Jie was used to the old pushover, yes-man "waste" and suddenly seeing Lin Xi show a sharp and fierce aura, with such strong contrast, he was momentarily stunned. He thought he had seen an elder or leader from his sect.