Sword of the Immortal

"Young man, I am Death. Thank you for giving me a pull when I crossed the street just now. Otherwise, I would have been killed in a car accident."

"What? Sir, are you...serious?"

"Look at my eyes. I can't be more serious."

"But you are clearly insulting my intelligence! Will Death also die? Death almost got hit by a car and died when he went through a red light?"

"I don't blame you for not reading enough. Of course, Death does die too, and if he does, the consequences will be terrible..."

"All right, all right, I believe you. Tell me, then, what will happen?"

"Once Death is dead, there will be no more dead people in this world."

"Damn, I...should not have pulled you nuts on the zebra crossing just now."

"I don't care. I just want to repay you."

"How are you going to repay me?"

"I'll give you this phone."

It was the 8888th year of the Light Age.

There was a Wind-language Province of the North Sea Empire in the East Truth Continent.

The Third Provincial Junior Swordsman College was located in Cloudy Dream City of the province.

The breeze was gentle, and the sun warm. All things were growing.

It was early summer, the most comfortable time of year in Cloudy Dream City in terms of temperature.

The golden warm sunlight shone through the glass into the spacious classroom.

In Class nine, Grade two, Lin Beichen, sitting in the front row of the classroom, bathed in the bright sunshine.

He was a good-looking boy of 14, with bushy, raised eyebrows and big, bright eyes; there was a trace of heroic spirit in his handsome features; and he had black thick hair and plump cheeks. His hands were spreading out before his eyes, and he was looking intently at them, now and then moving his fingers as if there were flowers in his hands.

Since the beginning of the class, he had been maintaining this posture of "looking at his hands." He barely moved except for his hands.

Sitting in the most prominent seat in the front row, he dared to let his mind wander in class so openly.

This was outrageous.

If someone else had done this, Ding Sanshi, the veteran fencing teacher on the stage, would have immediately taught him a lesson with his best Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes.

However, this person was Lin Beichen...

"I can't get mad. Can't get mad."

"He's a fool, but I'm not."

"I can't get mad at a fop with a brain problem."

The senior teacher Ding Sanshi, known for his hot temper at the Third Junior College mumbled in his mind, tried to convince himself to ignore the most famous black sheep in this city and go on with his lessons.

The other students couldn't help beaming when they saw their snippy teacher Ding Sanshi trying to contain his temper so hard, but they didn't dare to laugh aloud.

However, what the teacher and students didn't know was that Lin Beichen wasn't suffering from a brain disease and looking at his hands.

He was looking at a phone.

It was a smartphone that no one could see except Lin Beichen himself.

"Liar!"

Lin Beichen was wailing in his heart.

What did he do wrong?

He just pulled a psychopath off the road who was nearly killed by a big truck for running a red light, and the guy claiming to be "Death" forced him to accept the smartphone without logo. And then his soul passed through space and time!

He came to this strange world called East Truth Continent and became the legitimate son of the Heaven-fighting Marquis Lin Jinnan, one of the 10 Greatest Generals in the North Sea Empire.

The boy was a famous black sheep in Cloudy Dream City.

Who could he talk to?

It had been three days since he came here, and Lin Beichen still couldn't accept the fact.

He wanted to go back.

Martial arts were flourishing in this world with kinds of miracles; in the legend here, the top strong could carry the mountains, chase the sea, fly to the sky and drill into the ground; they were omnipotent; and they lived a long life, just like gods...

But Lin Beichen had nothing to do with these things.

Regardless of whether or not he had a gift for cultivation, even if he had, as an average gaming nerd in his previous life, he didn't have the stamina to stick with cultivation for long.

To be a strong man, he had to cultivate hard all day whether in the coldest days of winter and in the hottest days of summer. In addition, he had to go through bloody battles and ensure his survival.

It was a far cry from life with air conditioning, Wi-Fi, Meituan and Bilibili.

Probably only masochists wanted to risk their lives to be strong.

Ordinary people just wanted to stay at home all the time to enjoy air conditioners, play games, play with pets, enjoy themselves, order takeout, watch funny videos, and be a person without great ideals.

Besides, his warm family and friends were all on earth.

So...

"Damn time travel!

I don't want it!

I want to go back to earth!"

Considering the cause and effect of the time travel, Lin Beichen concluded that the only theoretical possibility of returning seemed to lie in the strange smart phone.

"Since it brought me to this world, it should be able to take me back, shouldn't it?"

With that in mind, Lin Beichen frantically studied the smartphone.

So far, he had discovered the following oddities.

The first oddity was that this phone could be put into his body.

Whenever Lin Beichen wanted it to show up, the phone would automatically show up in his hands; and when he didn't want it, it would disappear.

This was ridiculous.

How could an ordinary mobile phone have such a function?

The second oddity was that no one except Lin Beichen could see the phone under any circumstances.

Now, for example, he was holding the phone in his hand, frantically studying its functions. However, in the eyes of his teacher and classmates, he was staring at his empty hands like an idiot.

It was a full-screen phone with a silver metal case.

Now, the remaining battery was 21%, and the signal appeared to be 4G, but only one bar.

As for the phone bill...

Lin Beichen had tried to call 110,120, 119, 10086 and all his relatives and friends whose number he could remember.

As a result, the tone was, "The number you dialed does not exist."

There were only three icons on the phone's home screen-the Contacts, the Messages and the App Store.

Since the phone could not be reached, the text message naturally could not be sent.

Lin Beichen's only hope was in the App Store.

But he clicked the icon more than 1,000 times, with the same result.

The store was out of stock.

There were no apps.

How could this be called a store?

Did it deserve it?

Lin Beichen was so mad that he wanted to swallow the damned phone.

At this moment-

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The bell rang for a break in classes.

"Well, I have just explained to you the complete version of the Primary Mystery Energy Condensing Skill. Now we will rest for 15 minutes, and then continue with the class."

The old teacher Ding Sanshi picked up his glass and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"As we all know, our college's Midyear Competition will be held in three days. There's no need to stress the importance of this Midyear Competition, is there? Well, as a preview, in the next lesson, I have prepared a selection of courses for you-my secret skill, the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes," the old teacher declared while his eyes fell on Lin Beichen again.

He shook his head in disappointment at the sight of the foppish young man still in a trance.

"Lin Beichen, you have to listen to the next class. The Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes suits a student with a poor foundation like you best."

Ding Sanshi couldn't help reminding Lin Beichen, but Lin Beichen remained motionless and unresponsive.

Alas!

A useless man cannot be made good.

The old teacher turned around and went out of the classroom.

Lin Beichen made nothing of the old teacher's complaints.

He lacked a sense of identity with the world.

And he had no feeling for his new identity either.

Now all he could think about was how to get back to his old world.

Therefore, he did not care about the so-called Midyear Competition, breakthrough, future, the Primary Mystery Energy Condensing Skill, and the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes.

He continued to study the phone in silence.

In sharp contrast to the rascally Lin Beichen, his classmates were much more excited about the coming Midyear Competition.

A group of students were so thrilled that they began to discuss with each other.

"This is a great opportunity. Guys, this time, I must enter the top 30 of grade two in the Midyear Competition..."

"Ha-ha, my basic swordsmanship has reached the sixth level. I'm going to be a third-grade warrior. If I fully master Mr. Ding's Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes, I will be able to stand out and become a main draw player of all the students in our grade. Then, I will participate in the Talent Battle in Cloudy Dream City, on behalf of our Third Provincial Junior College."

"How childish! What if you can participate in the Talent Battle?"

"Yeah, apart from the Royal National Junior College, which has collected all the top talents in Cloudy Dream City, the six provincial junior colleges and various private schools, as well as the non-regular schools, have no less than 500 players of the right age. Each of them is a genius among geniuses. Even if you have reached the Consummate Ninth Level Basic Swordsmanship, become a third-grade warrior, and really participated in the Talent Battle, you are doomed to be defeated. You're weak in the face of those geniuses."

"Ma Qianjun, you're so mean! Your malicious remarks have finally crushed my ambition."

"Oh, as a matter of fact, our Third College seems to have been eliminated in the qualifying match in Cloudy Dream City's Talent Battle for three years in a row."

"Yeah, what a sad and hopeless feat!"

"That's nothing. If you think about the fact that no student of our college has qualified for the provincial Talent Battle for 10 years in a row, you will be even more desperate."

"By the way, Wu Xiaofang of class one, Si Xinlin of class five, Mu Xinyue of class six and Wu Xi of class nine all claim to be the genius of our Third College in 20 years. Maybe they have a chance?"

The students had a lively discussion.

The boys and girls of 12 years old gathered together in groups, talking and laughing, which filled the whole classroom with a friendly, lively, and cheerful atmosphere.

Only the space within three meters around Lin Beichen was empty. It was like a no-man's land.

No one wanted to go near him.

To be precise, they were afraid to go near him.

Nothing could be done about it.

His reputation was long gone.

Before his soul came here, the body belonged to the legitimate son of the Heaven-fighting Marquis Lin Jinnan, one of the 10 Greatest Generals of the North Sea Empire.

Lin Jinnan was widowed in middle age, and he had a daughter and a son.

His eldest daughter was named Lin Tingchan.

This girl was a genius with peerless talent. She was a living legend in Cloudy Dream City.

At the age of three, she became a first-grade warrior.

At the age of six, she became a third-grade warrior.

At the age of 10, she reached the full grade and became a warrior expert.

This year, at the age of 16, she was already the youngest freshman at the Royal War College in the North Sea Empire.

From the first day Lin Tingchan began to go to school, every time she participated in the municipal, provincial, and national Talent Battle, she was the champion. She shone like a rising sun and was called 'the unsurpassed genius of the whole empire waiting for her to grow up.'

Lin Jinnan's youngest son, Lin Beichen, was 14 years old.

He was a far cry from her sister.

He was playful, lazy, lustful, arrogant, domineering...

Any term used to describe a second-generation fop was appropriate to describe Lin Beichen.

To make matters worse, Lin Beichen had had a brain problem since he was a child.

To put it bluntly, he was an idiot, an insane.

When he was ill, he often did strange things.

If other noble families of the empire had given birth to such a lazy loser, they would have beaten him to death and given birth to another child, like starting over with a different account in the game.

However, the Heaven-fighting Marquis Lin Jinnan, who had been a decisive and brave man, doted on his disappointing son. He could not bear to beat or scold him, and always looked after him with great care, never going against his wishes.

Lin Jinnan tried his best to satisfy his prodigal son's all reasonable and unreasonable demands.

So, even if Lin Beichen was expelled from the First and Second Provincial Junior College in Cloudy Dream City, the old Marquis didn't have the heart to scold him. Instead, he bore the embarrassment and sent his son to the Third Provincial Junior College.

A year ago, war broke out on the border between the North Sea Empire and the Aurora Empire.

The Heaven-fighting Marquis Lin Jinnan led his army to the border.

Lin Tingchan graduated from the Royal National Intermediate War College in Cloudy Dream City and went to the Royal Advanced War College.

So, without any control, Lin Beichen let himself free like a runaway wild dog.

Less than a year, he squandered all property of the vast Mansion of Heaven-fighting Marquis, only leaving an empty house.

Not to mention the Third Junior College, even the whole Cloudy Dream City was stirred by him.

To put it exaggeratedly, anywhere in Cloudy Dream City, if you shouted, "Lin Beichen is coming," you could make a busy street clean in an instant.

So people gave him the nickname "Street-cleaning Tiger".

That was who Lin Beichen was after he came to this world through time travel.

All the students in the class, male or female, had been tricked and bullied by Lin Beichen.

Who dared approach such a scourge?

All the students avoided him like the plague.

But Lin Beichen was really happy with the situation.

It was to his advantage to have no friends.

The less contact he had with people of this world, the less likely he was to reveal his identity.

In the three days since his soul came here, Lin Beichen had mastered some basic information about the world.

For example, in the world, there were not only many powerful people who mastered great theurgies, but also omnipotent gods. Once the possession of this body by his soul was revealed, there was only one end for him-he would be condemned as an "evil god," dragged to the Temple of Lord of Swords in the middle of the city, and purified by burning.

In layman's terms, he would be burned to death.

Hence, he'd better be careful.

15 minutes later, the bell rang.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The break was over.

The class started again.

Ding Sanshi, the old teacher, entered the classroom and walked up to the stage.

"Let's continue with the lesson."

"Boys and girls, as I said in the last class, I'm going to teach you the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes. Once again, although it's still in the category of basic swordsmanship, it is the secret skill I created. It's the peak of basic swordsmanship. It's powerful, and you can master and accomplish it quickly. Once you fully master it, you will be invincible within the third-grade warriors. It will help you get good grades in the Midyear Competition and improve your chances of passing."

All the students were listening carefully, except Lin Beichen in the middle of the first row.

He was still frantically working on his mobile phone.

Unfortunately, after another class, instead of researching the new features and finding a clue to go back, he found that the battery level of the phone dropped from 21% to 19%, with a yellow battery warning.

The battery was running low.

Lin Beichen had a feeling of desperation.