: Fate Plays a Trick

Lu Jianghe attained the Immortal Realm after five hundred years of cultivation.

He is also a "famous" great swordsman in the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Only one natal flying sword can be nurtured in the body's acupoints.

However, its quality ranks first among summer palaces.

In terms of sheer killing power, Lu Jianghe was far inferior to the great swordsman Lu Zhi, who shared the same surname but had a different name.

Even compared to Yue Qing, Li Tuimi, and others, he was slightly inferior.

However, the reason why it is so famous is actually due to the uniqueness of its natal flying sword.

The sword's inscription is described with an excellent Taoist prophecy: "A sudden storm, flowing water, an unpredictable sword."

Lu Jianghe honed his skills, nurturing him from a humble swordsman to the realm of an immortal.

Although its killing prowess is not top-notch, its breadth of coverage and immense killing power make it unprecedented in the field of group attacks.

It far surpasses Wu Chengpei's natal flying sword "Ganlin".

Once the natal flying sword is unleashed at full power, it surges forth like the Yellow River bursting its banks. Under the sword's aura, demons at the Nascent Soul stage and below are instantly swept away like rotten wood encountering a torrent, reduced to emaciated bones and stripped of flesh.

Because wherever he went, the battlefield was often washed away repeatedly by the "surging waves," leaving no grass standing, Lu Jianghe earned another special title at the Sword Qi Great Wall—"Lu the Earth Washer."

Lu Jianghe's natal flying sword has a near-destructive, indiscriminate annihilation ability against low-level cultivators.

Therefore, it has always ranked among the top three on the list of must-kill items in the Wilderness World's Jiazi Zhang.

It's understandable that such a great swordsman would be targeted by the Wilderness World.

Lu Jianghe sensed everything around him, and a sour, foul smell kept hitting his nostrils.

I don't think it's anything.

Calm down.

Memories are like turning the pages of a book.

Dong Sangeng conjured a gigantic Dharma form, causing a large moon to crash down upon the heavily assembled demon army.

The momentum was so great that the six great demon kings had no choice but to join forces and charge straight at them.

Lu Jianghe unleashed his full power with his natal flying sword, transforming it into a flowing ribbon that circled the moon and dragged it down...

This was his last memory.

Could it be that those six Ascended Realm demons broke through the boundary, causing him to fall into some unknown blessed land?

Thinking about it this way, it's the most reasonable explanation.

After confirming that he had not been captured into the Mind Realm by a cultivator at the Fourteenth Realm, Lu Jianghe felt somewhat relieved.

He focused his mind inward, carefully examining his own condition.

The vast spiritual energy reserves and cultivation level of the Immortal Realm have vanished without a trace.

Fortunately, this body is indeed his own; it is neither possessed by someone else nor a soul transferred to another body.

Moreover, the robe he was wearing, "Morning Dew," was the very one he had worn during the battle.

Now, however, it is shrouded in a restrained mist, simple and unadorned, and its true nature is no longer apparent.

In this completely unfamiliar environment, Lu Jianghe knew nothing about the world around him.

They dared not rashly use their senses to investigate the spiritual energy of this place.

He dared not make the slightest move before he had figured it out.

Because every blessed land and grotto-heaven has its own set of rules and regulations.

He can only roughly deduce his own condition at this point.

His peak Immortal Realm cultivation has undoubtedly vanished without a trace; his current realm should be around the Dragon Gate Realm.

More specifically, one can perceive that all thirty-six major acupoints in one's meridians, from the Dazhui point on the top of the head to the Dantian Qifu point, have been opened.

Only wisps of spiritual energy, as faint as gossamer threads, flowed slowly within, rising and falling uncertainly.

Like a stream that hasn't completely frozen in the cold winter, though weak, it proves that the path of cultivation has not been completely severed.

If one cannot cultivate oneself.

Lu Jianghe was truly dumbfounded.

He turned to look at the three people sleeping soundly in the carriage.

They should be described as three teenagers.

They were all dressed in coarse linen clothes covered in patches, and the sour smell emanated from them.

To understand the current situation, it seems we can only wait until they wake up and ask them.

The sky was bright.

Han Li was the first to wake up.

I didn't wake up from sleep, but from hunger.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the unconscious boy in black sitting there, staring coldly at him.

This instantly felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over Han Li, dispelling all his sleepiness and making him feel wide awake.

Seeing Han Li's appearance, Lu Jianghe realized that his expression might have been too cold and hard.

So he twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a more conciliatory expression, and asked, "Kid, you're awake?"

Upon hearing this, Han Li's eyes revealed a strange look. "You're not that old, are you?"

However, she still nodded slightly and hummed in agreement.

Upon hearing voices, Zhang Tie and Li Feiyu woke up one after the other.

Li Feiyu rubbed his eyes and blurted out, "Oh, it's alive?"

Seeing that the young man in black was sitting unharmed, Zhang Tie grinned and said with a silly smile, "Hehe, it's great that you're alright! My name is Zhang Tie, this is Han Li, and this is Li Feiyu."

While speaking, he also clumsily gestured to indicate his name.

Lu Jianghe was about to casually give an alias.

He thought of one at random, almost blurting it out, but then swallowed it back down.

His expression changed slightly, and his gaze swept back and forth between Han Li, Zhang Tie, and Li Feiyu.

His face, which had been calm and expressionless, suddenly furrowed his brows more and more tightly.

Han Li... Zhang Tie... Li Feiyu?

If any one of these three names were taken out individually, or even just two of them, Lu Jianghe probably wouldn't find anything unusual.

But at this moment, these three names appeared at the same time, and they were three teenagers.

How can I avoid alarming him?

In fact, Lu Jianghe's origins are even more bizarre and unbelievable.

In his previous life, he left a message on a forum: "I have no great regrets in this life, except that I have not crossed the Upside-Down Mountain." Then he unexpectedly came to the world of Sword Comes.

Upon first arriving at this place, he was indeed filled with excitement and delighted by this magnificent world.

However, as a sword cultivator of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he was destined not to even set foot on the Upside-Down Mountain.

Could it be because that great battle breached the border, causing him to fall into the reverse flow of the river of time amidst the chaos?

A fact is right before our eyes.

Were those classic books all based on real-world interfaces?!

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain.

"Oh……"

Lu Jianghe forcibly suppressed his surging emotions, a very faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, almost imperceptible.

"Hey, what do you mean by that!"

Li Feiyu sat up abruptly from lying down.

"Lu Jianghe".

The boy in black calmly uttered three words.

Li Feiyu pursed her lips and lay down again.

Zhang Tie smiled and said, "We're going to the Seven Mysteries Sect. Are you going for the assessment too?"

If he had been somewhat hesitant and unsure before, Lu Jianghe was now completely at ease.

It really is true, fate plays tricks on people.

Lu Jianghe didn't answer, but instead asked, "How did I end up in the car?"

Zhang Tie quickly explained, "We saw you collapsed in the middle of the road while we were traveling, and you almost got run over by the carriage. The three of us, plus the driver, used all our strength to lift you out; we were exhausted!"

Han Li, the dark-skinned boy, had been observing from the sidelines the whole time.

He was inwardly full of complaints.

When the man surnamed Lu woke up, he showed no gratitude or alarm at being rescued.

This composure, or rather indifference, far surpasses that of ordinary people of the same age.

It looks like...

This is not normal.

His brows furrowed slightly involuntarily, and even while sitting in the corner, his feet unconsciously took a half-step back.