"What a f*cking bad luck. This guy is too weak to be beaten. He died in just a few moves."
"Brother Hong, is it really okay? After all, he is uncle's son. If uncle knows..."
"He's just an illegitimate child. What's there to be afraid of? Besides, who knows it's us who did it? Let's go! Let's go! Let's get out of this damn place!"
"..."
In a trance, Tang Huan seemed to hear a series of curses. Then, she heard the messy footsteps that were gradually getting farther and farther away.
"Eldest uncle? An illegitimate child?"
These words flashed through Tang Huan's mind in a daze. All of a sudden, she came to her senses and sat up. "I'm still alive?"
Tang Huan was taken aback when she saw him in the blink of an eye.
This was not his old-fashioned bedroom, but a very shabby shed. He was not lying on the familiar wooden carving bed, but on the dirty ground.
In the surroundings, there were all kinds of weapons, such as knives, guns, swords, and sticks, on the black walls made of wooden planks. On one side of the shed, there were something similar to a stove, a bellows, and an iron block. Beside that block, there were several large and small iron hammers in a mess.
Tang Huan recognized it at a glance. It should be a blacksmith's shop.
"He did faint when he was casting the sword in the workshop. If he was saved, he would not be at home or in the hospital when he woke up. How could he appear in such a blacksmith shop?"
Tang Huan could not help but recall the scene at that time, but her head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to explode. At that moment, countless pieces of information quickly emerged in her mind.
"Yes!"
With a moan, Tang Huan could not help but hold her head tightly, and her face gradually turned pale.
After an unknown period of time, Tang Huan's expression finally improved. However, she opened her eyes wide as if she had seen a ghost. Her mouth was slightly open, and her face was full of disbelief.
"The Glory Continent?"
After a long while, Tang Huan came to her senses and murmured in disbelief.
He was originally a sword forging master. He was less than 30 years old, but he was already famous in the world. The price of every sword he made was more than one million yuan, and it was not enough.
However, Tang Huan was not satisfied. He wanted to forge a peerless sword like the ancient fish intestines or the giant palace.
So he began to constantly read all kinds of ancient books and records and studied the ancient sword-forging method. His efforts paid off. In the end, he really found a sword-forging furnace and a strange sword-forging method.
As if it was a treasure, Tang Huan immediately began to try it out.
At first, everything went smoothly, but when the sword was about to come out, something unexpected happened.
According to the sword-forging method, it required the blood of a sword master to be used as a guide in order to give the sword real spirituality. It was not just a cold weapon.
Of course, Tang Huan would not be stingy with that little bit of blood.
What he didn't expect was that when he dripped his blood into the furnace, the sword-forging furnace was like a hungry wolf, desperately sucking his blood.
It didn't take long for Tang Huan to fall into a complete coma.
When he woke up, he found himself in a place called the Glory Land, and there was another person's memory in his mind.
The person in his memory was also called Tang Huan. She was 16 years old and was the illegitimate son of the Tang family master of Surging Waves City.
Her mother was a maid of the Tang family. She was as beautiful as a flower and was taken in by the Tang family master. After she got pregnant, she was not accepted by the family master's wife and was soon expelled. Then, she was taken in by a kind-hearted old blacksmith in Surging Waves City.
As soon as he was a little sensible, his mother died of illness. Since then, he had been relying on the old blacksmith for survival and learning the art of forging from him.
"The people here can cultivate?"
Tang Huan was rather surprised. In the young man's memory, human beings in this world could generate True Qi in their bodies after practicing martial arts. Only that kind of person had the opportunity to become a respected craftsman and forge powerful weapons.
For example, it was said that the old blacksmith was a low-level craftsman.
The young man, Tang Huan, was also very interested in forging. Unfortunately, his aptitude was ordinary. So far, he had not cultivated True Qi, so he could only forge ordinary weapons.
In the end, the old blacksmith suddenly left and had not returned yet. The young man sat in the empty air and had no choice but to take a few weapons to sell.
On the way to the market, he accidentally met several disciples of the Tang family. He had a conflict of words and lost his life. Then he was thrown back to the blacksmith shop.
"This guy is dead. Why is his memory in his mind?"
Tang Huan was taken aback for a moment. Then, he recalled the conversation he had heard in a trance. A bad feeling welled up in his heart. He subconsciously lowered his eyes to size them up. His hands were rough and full of calluses. His body was tall and slender, and he was wearing coarse clothing. On his feet was a pair of black cloth shoes that had been washed until they were white...
This was definitely not his own body!
Tang Huan was shocked. She jumped up abruptly and kept looking around.
After a while, Tang Huan stood in front of a bronze mirror. Looking at the strange face with delicate facial features but bronze skin inside, she was stunned.
Now, he finally realized something.
The man on Earth was already dead, but his soul inexplicably came to the body of the young man, Tang Huan, who had just died, in the Nu Lang City of the Glory Continent, and took his memory.
After a long time, Tang Huan came to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream, and a bitter smile appeared on her face.
It seemed that he couldn't go back anyway. In this world without mobile phones, computers, TV, and cars, he didn't know if he could live on.
But now that things had come to this point, self-blame was useless.
"Forget it. Since we're here, let's take things as they are!"
Tang Huan took a deep breath and finally accepted the reality helplessly. However, if he wanted to live better in this world, he must have strong strength. Otherwise, he would be like the teenager. Even if he was beaten to death by a disciple of the Tang family, no one would seek justice for him.
"Cultivation! Only by cultivating can you have the power to protect yourself. Only by cultivating can you become a distinguished artificer! Otherwise, you can only be bullied by others!" Tang Huan's eyes flashed with a firm light, and she began to recall the memories of the young man, Tang Huan.
"Piercing Pulse to Spirit Technique?"
Not long after, Tang Huan found the cultivation method taught by the old blacksmith.
It was said that it was a very good low-level entry-level cultivation method. There were nine Spiritual Meridians in the human body. As long as one was opened, it could absorb the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth to refine and produce Genuine Qi. The more Spiritual Meridians one opened, the more Genuine Qi could be accumulated in the body.
According to the Glory Continent, after opening three Spiritual Meridians, one would be a Rank One Martial Disciple. After opening six Spiritual Meridians, one would be a Rank Two Martial Disciple. After opening nine Spiritual Meridians, one would be a Rank Three Martial Disciple.
Then, he could condense a Spiritual Wheel in his Dantian and be promoted to a fourth-level Martial Master.
Of course, for the current Tang Huan, it was still a very distant thing. The most important thing was to try to open the first Spiritual Meridian first.
In this regard, Tang Huan did not have much confidence.
From the age of six, the original owner of this body had begun to practice the Spiritual Energy turn into a Spiritual Pulse Technique. Until now, it had been ten years, but he had not even opened a single Spiritual Meridian.
This kind of aptitude was indeed very ordinary.
"...There is a spirit between heaven and earth. It is derived from Qi, gathering invisible Spiritual Qi, and connecting to the Spiritual Meridian of the Spirit. As for the Spiritual Meridian, the meridians of the human body are also..."
The formula of the cultivation method flashed through Tang Huan's mind. She sat cross-legged on the ground, cleared her mind, and calmed down.
Very soon, Tang Huan followed the guidance of the " Meridian Channeling to Spirit Art". Her ten fingers were constantly changing momentum, familiar and fast. This kind of elementary cultivation method had been practiced by the young man for ten years. Although he had not cultivated any famous cultivation method, he was already very familiar with the cultivation method and all kinds of hand techniques.
"Buzz buzz!"
The next moment, Tang Huan suddenly felt as if there was a violent tremor in her brain. Then, a huge red tripod suddenly appeared in her mind.
The cauldron was round, with ears and three legs. The inside and outside of the cauldron were carved with fine and mysterious lines. As soon as it appeared, Tang Huan felt a distant and ancient aura, as if it had finally woken up from its slumber after countless years.
"Isn't this my sword-forging furnace?"
Tang Huan was slightly stunned.
When he first obtained the ancient sword forging technique, he also obtained a furnace used to cast a sword. In the end, when the sword was about to be cast, it was sucked to death by the sword casting furnace. Logically speaking, the furnace should still be in the sword forging workshop, but why did it appear in his mind now?
Tang Huan was greatly puzzled. Immediately, all kinds of lines on the cauldron seemed to come alive. As the cauldron spun, they moved at a high speed, and millions of bright red lights burst out in his mind. Then, wisps of cool aura were activated and converged to the side of his body from all directions.
Vaguely, Tang Huan found that the lines on the surface of the cauldron seemed to be constantly condensing into four huge characters.
"Nine Sun Divine Furnace?"
Tang Huan was even more suspicious. As his hand seals continued to change, those auras frantically poured into his body and gathered in the cauldron.
According to the boy's ten years of experience, Tang Huan knew that the aura should be the so-called spiritual aura.
Moments later, the Spiritual Qi that had gathered in the cauldron turned into a huge torrent that whizzed out. Following the changes of Tang Huan's hand seals, it continued to rapidly flow through his body. In the blink of an eye, a Spiritual Meridian that had penetrated through his limbs and bones was suddenly connected!
