Chapter 1 — I Am the True Murong

I was expelled from the sect and returned to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, chopping firewood, fishing, raising ducks, and herding buffalo every day. But the entire sword sect went crazy, desperately trying to find me. Just because after I disappeared, that genius little junior sister didn't progress any further on the path of swordsmanship. In my previous life, at the immortal gate conference. Little Junior Sister's "Thirteen Swords of Cold Frost" is exactly the same as the sword technique I created myself. However, she firmly said that it was a sword technique inherited from her family. It was said that the secret was stolen by thieves twenty years ago, causing her entire family to be destroyed. At that moment, everyone in the righteous path confirmed that I was the murderer who destroyed the gate and grabbed that treasure. The senior brothers and sisters all took action, vowing to reclaim justice for their junior sister. The sect leader also thought that I was an evil person and personally abolished my spiritual roots, cutting off all my cultivation. I was expelled from the sect, became a waste, and was eventually torn apart by monsters. Until the last moment when my consciousness completely dissolved, I still couldn't understand— It was obvious that I created the "Thirteen Swords of Cold Frost", why did she learn it? Obviously I created the "Thirteen Swords of Cold Frost", why did little sister learn it before me? I closed my eyes— When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the day before the Immortal Sect conference. … 1 Behind the quiet mountain, the clanging and clashing sound of weapons brings my soul back to reality. I was surprised to discover: I was reborn! Just as I was about to regain my composure, a precious sword made of top-grade profound iron rushed straight towards me, the tip of the sword less than half an inch from my neck! “Disciple, when practicing swordsmanship, you need to calm down, absolutely do not get distracted!” I quickly raised my sword and flexibly neutralized the opposing move. The master nodded, retracted the sword, and praised: "This sword technique you created yourself is truly wonderful, even I don't think it's as good as it is. This year's conference, the title of number one sword technique definitely belongs to you." After that, he gently sighed and reached out to pat my head: "But my child, I only want you to be safe and sound, winning and losing are only secondary." Hearing this, my eyes suddenly warmed up. From the age of fifteen when I entered the sect, I followed Master Bach Ngoc - who was always strict but also silently protected me... From the age of fifteen I entered the sect, worshiping under Master Bach Ngoc, who always treated me like my own son. In my previous life, when the sect leader decided to severely punish me, it was my master who volunteered to endure thirty-three "Soul Nails and Heart Needles" for me, just to preserve my life. But because of that, the person's primordial spirit was damaged, and not long after, he ascended and left the world. Thinking of this, I bowed my head and gently looked at the long sword emitting cold light in my hand. The Van Kiem Sect's sword technique is strong and tough, but it is completely incompatible with my ice-type spiritual roots. Even though we practice hard for many years, we still cannot comprehend the essence within. At that moment, I immediately had the idea: to create my own sword technique. I began to consult ancient sword techniques, find points of intersection, then revise and adapt them, and experiment myself. Every move, every sword position, I discuss with my master to hone and refine. Finally, I created this set of swordsmanship — Tinh Cold Thirteen Swords. When I think about my past life, there is always a cold feeling behind me, like someone is there lurking behind, waiting for the opportunity to stab us in the back. In my previous life, on the second day of the Immortal Sect conference, I used those thirteen moves to challenge little junior sister Mac Dung Nhuoc, deciding victory or defeat. But the result was not resounding glory, but humiliation and insults from his own brothers and sisters. “Kieu Linh, when did you learn the sword technique from little sister?” "You dare to steal my little junior sister's heirloom sword technique, how shameless!" "You dare to steal Little Junior Sister's heirloom sword technique? How shameless!" "How does the Van Kiem Sect have such a brazen disciple like you? Quickly kneel down and apologize to little junior sister, and also, hand over the championship position to her!" I thought it was just a misunderstanding, so I took the initiative to stand up and explain in front of Mac Dung Nhuoc the sword technique I had created. However, she burst into tears and ran to the head of the sect, crying that I was the one who destroyed her entire family and stole the inheritance secret. In just a moment, the senior brothers and sisters simultaneously took action. "Kieu Linh, you are so shameless! Van Kiem Sect definitely does not contain people like you!" “Such a cruel, crazy and deranged person must be torn apart to sacrifice the soul of little sister!” "What face do you have left to live in this world? Hurry up and confess your guilt! A cruel woman like you, death is not enough!" Each person's eyes were filled with malice, as if they only wanted me to die immediately. 2 Thoughts return to the present. The sword in my hand also seemed to sense my emotions, ringing loudly, making my entire hand numb. I immediately walked quickly towards the martial arts arena, looking for Mac Dung Nhuoc. She is the hereditary disciple that sect master Lang Tieu Tien Ton accepted three years ago, and is also the last descendant of the Mac Dung family of swordsmanship. Because she entered the sect late, everyone in the Van Kiem Sect called her "little sister". Mac Dung Nhuoc has a white and delicate appearance, has a lovely girly look, and has the calm temperament of a wealthy family, and is extremely loved by the entire sect from top to bottom. Because of her outstanding qualifications and background, Lang Tieu Immortal Venerable extremely valued her and took her with her everywhere, from the main hall to banquets. Since she appeared, the brothers who were always calm and indifferent suddenly seemed to be fascinated, surrounding her day by day, gradually neglecting their sword practice. It's not like I've ever hinted at reminding them to concentrate on their practice, but what I received in return was only sarcasm and mockery: "Are you jealous of little sister? You want to compete with her even for a little bit of fame, how despicable!" Even the senior brother - whom he once had a secret crush on - also showed a look of disdain: "Kieu Linh, if you had half of the gentleness and cleverness of the younger sister, I would have set my sights on you long ago." But now, everything is no longer related to us. When I once again saw Mac Dung Nhuoc being surrounded by a group of senior brothers on the battlefield, I immediately formed the seal to hide and quietly observe. {Read full on page Nguyet Hoa Cac} Several outer sect disciples' eyes lit up, eagerly begging her to repeat the sword move just now. Mac Dung Nhuoc raised her chin and looked proud: "Look carefully, this is the great heirloom of the Mac Dung family - Han Suong Thap Trinomial!" I looked suspiciously at her every move, the more I looked, the more panicked I became - everything was identical to the swordsmanship set I had created myself, even the small movements when tilting my hand to swing the sword were not different at all. I was stunned for a moment. Is there really such a coincidence in the world? If I remember correctly, tonight was the first time I practiced hard until the last move. Yet she has now fully performed all thirteen moves. In other words, she learned this sword technique... even earlier than me. Although this sword technique has the best of hundreds of families, many of the moves have been researched and researched by me for many years, adjusting it to suit my rare ice-type spiritual roots. In the entire sect of three thousand disciples, the only one with ice spiritual roots is me. As for Mac Dung Nhuoc, she has fire spirit roots, her swordsmanship should have been more fierce and fiery. Why was she able to perform a set of swordsmanship that clearly belonged to me — and yet so skillfully? This... is so unusual. I bit my lip, my mind was confused, I really couldn't understand... what was this all about? But I am not willing to give up this Immortal Sect Congress. My master failed when he crossed the tribulation hundreds of years ago, the spiritual platform was broken, and the person who was once the number one swordsman is now considered a waste in the sect, suffering countless slander and indifference.