The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 1: Qingyun Sword Slave


“Not dead?”

Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked at the flat chest. The first thought was that he was not dead.

He remembers himself, it is rare to go to Mount Taishan leisurely.

Who knows that the moment you climbed to the top of the mountain, a flash of sword light passed through your chest.

It was too late to react and immediately lost consciousness.

“It hurts!” Lin Yun suddenly covered his head with a struggling expression on his face,

Pain, splitting headache, and memories are forcibly coming. All kinds of pictures, like movies, flicker quickly.

The fusion of memories didn’t last long, but Lin Yun felt that more than ten years had passed.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression gradually eased, and his eyes were full of calmness.

It turned out that he was really not dead, he passed.

I came to this world called Xuanhuang, possessed by a small sword slave on the edge of Tianshui Nation.

Perhaps in the dark, there is providence, the name of the sword slave is also Lin Yun.

The fusion of memories let him know that he is 15 years old this year. Joining the Qingyun Sect three years ago, his qualifications were too low to become a Qingyun disciple.

I had to wash the sword room in the door and do miscellaneous tasks, and became a sword slave, dedicated to the maintenance of the swords of the disciple elder and others.

Fortunately, Qingyunmen is not a sword-based sect, so he is not particularly busy, and he has some free time to practice every day.

Xuanhuang world, strength is respected.

Being born as a sword slave, and getting a chance to practice is already very rare.

There are also rules in the Qingyun sect. All handymen can become official disciples only if they have achieved a small amount of cultivation.

It is this rule that has always inspired Lin Yun, making him willing to be a slave and never leave this Qingyun gate.

Unfortunately, this Lin Yun has enough perseverance and poor understanding. After three years of cultivation, he has only been able to enter the triple level of martial arts.

The standard for becoming a disciple of the outer sect is the triple martial arts, it is this step away, that Lin Yun has always been blocked by the outer sect.

Lin Yun secretly pondered in his heart. He is a sword slave and hinders his cultivation time and resources. But for three full years, he couldn’t break through to the triple martial arts, the original master’s savvy was still a bit mediocre.

“Since you live again, then live your life, in this world Lin Yun’s name can also be famous all over the world!”

Strangely speaking, Lin Yun adapted quickly to the matter of crossing, and set a goal for himself in a moment.

Perhaps, it has a lot to do with his previous career. Let him stay calm no matter what environment he is in.

In his previous life, he was a genius lawyer and knew the law, but he never forgot, and he was known for his calmness.

Since his debut, no one has lost the lawsuit.

“Try it first, what kind of aptitude this flesh body is.”

With a deep voice, Lin Yun pushed aside the cabin and came to a clearing in front of the door.

In the posture of Tiger Fist, Lin Yun stepped on the pace and punched.

Big Tiger Boxing, listening to this name, you will know a popular boxing technique. In fact, the basic exercises are better than this fierce tiger fist, and I don’t know how many in Qingyunmen.

It’s just a sword slave, and that’s all he can get. If he is not an official disciple, he can’t get the various resources of the Qingyunmen at all.

What is the basic exercise?

Ten levels of martial arts, the first three levels of skin and bone training meridians, the middle three levels of joining flesh to practice the five internal organs, the last three levels of strengthening tendons, transforming bones, and changing the marrow, reaching the top ten levels.

The basic boxing technique is specifically used to polish the body, improve the bones and flesh of the meridians, and lay the foundation for the long road to practice in the future.


The fist was strong, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground, and Lin Yun was relaxed and immersed in a strange feeling.

Weird, this Tiger Fist, how can I fight so smoothly today.

In memory, Lin Yun used to fight this set of punches in the past, which was obscure and difficult to understand.

It has its shape and does not know its meaning.

But when I started fighting today, Lin Yun felt that his brain was clear and everything was clear to his heart. With every punch, there is a flow of heat flowing in the body, and the essence of the punch is instantly understood.

There are 18 types of Tiger Boxing. The first 15 types can only be used for health training. The latter three poses are used to attack and fight and require a high level of understanding to practice.

Respectively, the tiger roars in the mountains and the forest, the tiger descends from the mountain, and the beasts come.

The essence of Tiger Fist is all above these three moves, but Lin Yun hadn’t practiced it before. The first fifteen formulas are only half-understood, so how can you put your mind on the next three tricks?

Between my thoughts, the first fifteen formulas are all done. Hundreds of limbs, a stream of heat, rushing everywhere.

Lin Yun’s eyes sank, and the mentality of Tiger Fist flashed in his mind, taking advantage of this feeling. Grasping the rushing heat in the body, with a soft drink, he hit the sixteenth tiger fist, howling the mountain forest.


With a punch, the heat in the body is boiling, all rushing to the right hand. It seemed that a phantom tiger appeared behind Lin Yun and let out a roar.

Immediately afterwards, Peng Peng’s bones burst. There were a hundred sounds, like anger, like a tiger roar.

The wind blew violently, and the remaining leaves on the clearing floated in the air, breaking into countless debris, and falling down.

The heat flow inside the body is still constantly moving, and the whole body is warm and comfortable.

“This is inner strength! Blowing bones generates inner strength. This is a sign of breaking through the double layer. I have reached the triple layer of martial arts!”

Lin Yun closed his fist and adjusted his breath, with a hint of joy on his face. He didn’t expect to become a Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest in one fell swoop, but also let him enter the martial arts triple.

He wondered how my understanding became so high.

In one fell swoop into the martial arts triple, fortunately to explain, after all, Lin Yun has accumulated in this state for more than a year.

After much deliberation, there is only the explanation of soul fusion. In the past life, he was already extremely smart. A genius lawyer, memorable and memorable, is by no means a waste of name.

In the beginning, I had this advantage. In addition, I merged with the soul of another Lin Yun, and my comprehension was even higher, completely speaking the past.

“It seems that this world is my ingenuity, where I should show my strengths. Three martial arts, I am already qualified to be a disciple of the Qingyunmen outer sect, from now on I don’t need to be a sword slave.” /

Lin Yun whispered to himself, suddenly, he remembered something. His face changed drastically, he quickly returned to the wooden house and searched around.

In a dark corner of the wooden house, I saw a sword soaked in ice water.

“That’s it.”

Lin Yun did not hesitate, stretched out his hand to take out the sword, and his right hand was instantly frozen pale.

In the ice water, Lin Yun’s delicate face was reflected, and there was a purple diamond mark on the center of his brow.

Looking at the purple mark, Lin Yun looked strange.

A slave for a day, a seal for life!

Ignoring a lot, holding the sword, Lin Yun went out and quickly ran towards the sword washing room.

Naturally, the treasure sword is not his, but he maintains it for an inner disciple of Qingyunmen. Any sword needs to be maintained after a long time.

Used to extend the service life, a good sword, especially so.

In recent years, as a sword slave, his ability to find an independent residence in Qingyunmen is inseparable from his expert sword training.

It’s too late. I should have sent it over an hour ago, but it was all delayed by my practice.

Lin Yun feels a little upset in his heart. He is a small person. In this strict sect, delaying the affairs of those big people will cause disastrous consequences.

Seriously, it may even be life-threatening.

“Sister Su, he is coming!”

In front of the sword washing room at the corner of the mountain, three people gathered. After seeing Lin Yun rushing over, one of the thin men quickly spoke Opposite him, there stood a man and a woman. Yu is extraordinary, with outstanding style. In terms of temperament, it was in sharp contrast with the person who spoke.

Especially that woman was wearing a blue shirt and long skirt, with a slim figure, with a dusty temperament and extraordinary beauty, which made people humble and dare not look directly.

When Lin Yun saw the woman through the crowd, she felt a good impression inexplicably.

Lin Yun, who has merged the memory of the original owner, is not surprising, the original owner has been secretly in love with this Qingyun sect disciple named Su Ziyao.

“You sword slave, why are you here now? Senior Sister Su has been waiting for you for a quarter of an hour.” The thin man, seeing Lin Yun approaching, immediately cursed.

Su Ziyao has no expression on her face, and said faintly: “Sword, bring it.”

Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and the other party did not blame, and stepped forward and sent the sword in his arms.

Su Ziyao took out the handkerchief and wiped the sword from beginning to end. This action made Lin Yun frown slightly, and some of the goodwill from the original master disappeared.


The sword was pulled out half an inch, and a cold wind swept out. Su Ziyao brushed it, and quickly returned the sword to its sheath. The quick action made people only see a cold light.

“Not bad.” Satisfied with putting away the sword, Su Ziyao threw a jade bottle, which fell to Lin Yun’s feet.

What does this mean, when he is a beggar?

Lin Yun was slightly angry.

The handsome man next to him smiled and said: “Sister Su, it’s so kind, this sword slave is a moment late and will give him a reward. Please pick it up soon, thank you sister!”

Seeing that Lin Yun didn’t move, the handsome man frowned slightly and said coldly.

If it was Lin Yun in the past, he would pick it up without the handsome man saying much.

But now…

In the end, pick it up or not?

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