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The Path of the Sword Immortal.

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"Who says you can't advance without elixirs? Who says you can't possess divine weapons without forging? Who says you can't fight without mastering talismans? The so-called 'one sword breaking ten thousand laws' relies on confidence... When danger approaches, your only reliance is the sword, not anything else..."
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Chapter 1 - There are no dogs at the start

**The Vast World of Azure Skies, Northern Frozen Continent**

The Northern Frozen Continent is an expansive land, stretching over tens of thousands of miles in length and width. It borders the Ice and Snow Illusion Barrier to the north and connects to the Stormy Sea to the south, making it the northernmost continent among the seven lands of the Azure Sky World. On this continent, over a hundred nations, large and small, and dozens of ethnic groups thrive.

Among them is the small nation of **Nanli**, located in the southeastern part of the continent, ruled by the **Wan family clan**. It boasts more than twenty large cities and over a hundred small towns, with a population nearing a hundred million. In the southern region of Nanli, there is a small town called **Cixi**, where various clans coexist, and the people are known for their simple yet fierce customs.

As night falls, Cixi gradually returns to tranquility. In a common courtyard deep in the back streets, there are two main houses, two side rooms, and a set of incomplete stone tables and benches in the courtyard, bathed in the quiet moonlight, giving off a lonely aura. A young man sits on a stone bench in the courtyard, staring blankly at the crescent moon...

**Li Ji**, also known as **Li Zhongze**, is one of the only three public officials in Cixi Town, a low-ranking wandering officer responsible for maintaining public order and handling various trivial matters. He is considered the most insignificant official in the public service system of Nanli. If someone could read his thoughts, they would be shocked to discover that this soul, originally from another world, belongs to **Wei Guoguang**, a coach at the **Daqing Sword Club** in **Binhai City**, Huaguo.

After Wei Guoguang passed away from a heart condition in his world, he unexpectedly woke up to find himself in a completely unfamiliar environment, where the sky was so blue, the air so fresh, and the river water so clear. He also bore the bloodstains from an ambush on the back of his head, with a familiar heavy sword slanted a few feet away.

This is how the **transmigration** occurred, in such a strange manner. It was not easy to familiarize himself with this body, this small town, this world, and the memories of the original owner. Fortunately, the original owner had not lived in Cixi for long; he had only been here for less than a month before someone took action against him, which spared Wei Guoguang many troubles as a replacement.

Every night, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, he would habitually sit here and ponder his thoughts: parents, home, the club—things he could never return to. At least he had gained a healthy body. In his previous life, he was not unfamiliar with such themes often found in online novels and had even fantasized about them, but when it actually happened to him, a year had passed, and he still couldn't comprehend his bizarre experiences.

**Is it body possession?** Of course not. This is a young body, just twenty-one years old, with a completely different appearance, and not even the name is remotely similar. **Wei Guoguang—Li Ji**; he simply couldn't figure out any connection between the two. While others who transmigrated became more handsome, he found himself ordinary; in his past life, he was still a handsome middle-aged man, but now he had become an extremely ordinary young man.

**Is it soul possession?** What then explains the heavy sword? The only explanation might be that this sword brought his soul across time and space into this world. Perhaps. Who knows? A year has passed, and he has stopped considering these perplexing questions.

Memory has been a major issue troubling him. In a heated moment, everything would go dark, and then—boom... After a sleep, he would receive the original owner's entire memory. Who invented this cliché plot? It's completely inconsistent with reality.

In fact, he only received part of the original owner's memories. For example, if he now saw a familiar face, he would recall the person's name and some mutual connections. If he hadn't seen that person, then everything would be blank...

In just one short year, he had roughly filtered through the people and events of Cixi Town. The memories of this past year were probably intact, but anything further back was not exactly blank; it was more like faint, unclear recollections—like a library without an index. He had a room full of books but couldn't find what he wanted. It was truly tragic...

However, more infuriating than his memory issue was the realization after a year that his transmigration came without any **golden finger**—no golden finger at all! What can you do after coming here besides be a tail-wagger?

Regarding the issue of transmigration benefits, Li Ji had tried every conceivable method, but nothing worked. There was nothing: no old man, no system, no lottery, no spinning wheel, no intelligent brain; his head was empty, his dantian had no medicinal garden, his mind was void, and his heart held nothing. Perhaps if he hadn't died in his past life, he would have received a treasure?

Finding no benefits in his own body, he sought them externally but was still disappointed. There were no old green oxen, no big yellow dogs, no talking turtles, and no understanding fox spirits. The crooked-necked old locust tree outside ignored him, and the neighbors thought the wandering officer had gone mad. He even went down the well in his courtyard and found only a few frogs, which he later roasted and ate.

The original owner had once carried a jade pendant, which excited Li Ji for a long time. He tried everything—blood dripping, moonlight, fire roasting, water dissolving, sticking to his forehead—he was just short of swallowing it whole. In the end, under his violent outburst, it was smashed into pieces. What was originally worth dozens of taels of silver was now worth only a few taels that no one wanted. Nothing, absolutely nothing...

He could tolerate not receiving benefits, but at least he could have been placed in a familiar world or time. Even if it wasn't historical, being in a mythical novel would be fine... But now, he found himself in a completely alien world, an unfamiliar environment, an unknown time, and unfamiliar characters. He had no knowledge of the past five thousand years, nor did he know what the next five thousand years would hold. This level of difficulty was beyond hellish.

This was a complete failure, a frustrating transmigration. Don't even mention becoming someone extraordinary; even surviving was a problem. Was he destined to stay in this tiny place, marry a village girl, have a bunch of children, and play a lifetime of cat-and-mouse games with the local petty thieves?

As for the future, Li Ji still had his own plans. **Taking the imperial examination?** He was too old for that. Besides, he had no interest or ability in it. In this unfamiliar new world, lacking decades of understanding of this era, even a liberal arts graduate wouldn't be of much use.

**Joining the army for food?** That was even less likely. He understood the saying "many bones lie beneath a general's success." With his sword skills, he might manage in a small place like Cixi, but the world outside was vast, and he was self-aware enough to realize that.

**Doing business?** Unfortunately, in this life and the next, he still hadn't discovered any hint of commercial talent within himself...

After thinking for a year, he still couldn't determine where his future lay. But he had dreams; he wanted to go out and see the world. Since he had come, he didn't want to miss out. He didn't want to waste his life in a small place, living aimlessly. For this, he had been preparing all along...