Chapter 2 — I Am the True Murong

I am the only disciple under the master. If I give up easily, I don't know how much gossip will spread throughout the sect. I cannot bear to let my master suffer bad reputation because of me. Afternoon fell, the sunset dyed the horizon red, the crowd on the battlefield gradually dispersed, and I finally made up my mind. No matter what, if heaven has given me life again— I must protect my master, and also demand justice for myself! I tightened the sword in my hand, jumped onto the ring, under the moonlight, my body like a dancing dragon. 3 I am an orphan picked up by my master, possessing a rare ice-type spirit root, and a maximum-grade spirit root of the highest quality. My outstanding talent has helped me become famous since I was a teenager in the world of cultivating immortals, my sharp moves made people admire me, and I was considered a proud son of heaven. But as my cultivation deepened, I realized that the sect's cultivation methods were increasingly in conflict with my spiritual roots, causing me to fall into a deadlock for many years without being able to break through. Later, when the master failed to overcome tribulation, you and I gradually became two names that were shunned by the entire sect and avoided like a pestilence. While the other brothers all had their destiny swords, I still held in my hand the ordinary iron sword given to me at the beginning. That's why, day and night, I practice diligently, without any distracting thoughts, just hoping to win first place in the conference, to enter the Van Kiem Treasury, to choose for myself a true sword of destiny. However, I didn't expect that all my years of hard training could not compare to a few boastful words from others. Looking up at the bright moonlight hanging in the sky, I felt even more that this was something wrong. At that moment, a thought suddenly flashed in my sea of consciousness— In my previous life, before participating in the conference, I had fought with many experts. I have memorized their swordsmanship and martial arts very clearly. Since that's the case, why don't we "prescribe the right medicine for the right disease"? Creating specialized swordsmanship to overcome each opponent - isn't it also possible to win the championship? I immediately ran to the deserted back mountain, carefully recalled every move of the previous masters, and then began to gradually resolve it. Under that state of contemplation, I gradually realized the path of the sword, and the state of deadlock for many years also began to show signs of loosening. Just like that, I will definitely wash away the injustice of my past life and win first place in tomorrow's conference! The more I dance the sword, the more vigorously I move, each movement is deeply engraved into the sea of consciousness. Even the name of the new sword technique, I have already thought of it — “Thap Thuong Thap Bat Forms!” The sword energy billowed like a big wave, carried by the cold wind, tearing through the backwoods and roaring. I retract my sword, breathe, control my energy, and calm my mind. At that moment, the master appeared slightly in the mist, his voice low and full of guilt: "You are so intelligent... it's all because you are useless, causing me to suffer a lot." "With your natural talent, if you can worship under Lang Tieu Immortal Venerable, I'm afraid your future will be much brighter." I was stunned. After hearing those words, my eyes turned red and I looked at my master without blinking. In my previous life, when I was falsely accused, it was my master who used his life to exchange for my way of life. The last words he left behind before closing his eyes were: "It's the teacher who is sorry for you... quickly run away!" But Lang Tieu Tien Ton did not intend to let me leave alive. I was imprisoned in a dark dungeon where I could not see the sun. He used forbidden magic to dissect my life, extract my spiritual roots from my body - and then grafted them into Mac Dung Nhuoc's body. He smiled cruelly, his eyes cold as ice: "A scoundrel like you - having top-quality spiritual roots is such a waste! It should belong to someone more worthy!" My stomach was covered in blood, my whole body's meridians were broken. I can only crawl on the ground like a wild animal, life is worse than death. Only then did I understand — he had been targeting me for a long time. But the master is dead, the righteous path has been abandoned, and there is no one in the world who can protect me. Lang Tieu Tien Ton, in order to "legitimize" my crime, tied me up - who at that time had absolutely no ability to resist - right in front of the sect's main hall. All the people in the sect came and looked at me in a pitiful manner, laughing and scolding me. "Kieu Linh really deserves it! Who told her to harm her little sister? It's all karma! Such a vile woman, die for free!" "A disgrace to the righteous path! Just as useless as that waste Bach Ngoc! Disgusting!" "That's why I chose to follow the evil path, you scoundrel who destroyed everyone's family, you don't deserve to live in this world!" They held swords and stabbed me in the body, calmly watching my blood flow out, calmly listening to my painful groans, and even hoping to personally bury me to death. I endured all kinds of torture, no part of my body was completely healed, but I still gritted my teeth and tried to hold back my last breath, just because I was not willing to die like that. But in the end, Immortal Master Lang Tieu still ordered me to be thrown into the "Love Beast Cave". I was torn into hundreds of pieces by a herd of demonic beasts. Just thinking about that made me clench my fists, my heart filled with resentment. Nails dug deep into palms, blood oozing out without even realizing it. If we don't clarify the source of everything, then in this life we will never be able to escape Lang Tieu's magic hand. I raised my head, faced my master's worried eyes, and slowly said each word: "Master, I will not leave. Furthermore, tomorrow - I must win!" 4 Late at night. After practicing my sword, I followed the moonlight back to my disciple's residence. As soon as she entered the hallway, she heard a few female disciples whispering: "Hey, have you heard what little sister said? She said her sword secret was stolen!" "I heard it! They also said that the thief killed her whole family in order to steal the secret. It's so pitiful..." "That's right, but today the little sister also whispered to me that - you knew the thief was right in your sect!" “What?! Who is that?!” My heart is shocked. A ray of light flashed across my head — could this be the reason why the entire sect hated me in my previous life? Mac Dung Nhuoc originally had a docile appearance, and was favored by Lang Tieu Immortal Venerable, and his position in the sect far surpassed mine. Everyone believed her words. Thinking about the tragic ending of my previous life, I unconsciously wanted to avoid it - but then I heard the next words that made my heart feel like a knife: "Ah?! You said that the person who stole the secret was... sister Kieu Linh?!" "Shh! Don't shout so loudly! The other day I accidentally saw that senior sister's sword moves were exactly the same as little junior sister's! Besides her, who else is there?" "Oh my god... why is she so cruel? Indeed, she is a disciple of the waste Bach Ngoc, truly a pagan demon!” I knew early on that no one would believe me, but when I heard those words with my own ears, my heart still filled with cold bitterness. Fortunately, in this life, I am alive again. Fortunately, in this life, I will definitely change everything. I was about to turn around and leave when I suddenly heard an excited shout: "Little Junior Sister is here!" I raised my head and looked up. Mac Dung Nhuoc and senior brother walked forward together, each holding a sword in their hands. Faced with the attentive surrounding of the female disciples, Mac Dung Nhuoc calmly waved her hand, her expression not at all concerned. "Don't worry, sisters. Even if the secret is stolen, I still have a way to deal with it at the conference tomorrow." Having finished speaking, she raised her sword, confidently performed a few moves, then smiled and said: "Sister, let me show you the sword technique I just came up with!" I was horrified as I looked at each move she performed, as if there was a thunderclap in my heart. That's clearly the "Ten Bat Forms of Pain" - the sword technique that I just created last night!