Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 1 The storm is coming

"Forty-eight thousand one hundred and eighty swords."

"Forty-eight thousand one hundred and eighty-one swords."

Lu Wubing drew his sword, sheathed it, and then thrust forward with meticulous precision.

My clothes were wet and then dried, then wet again, as if I had been washed. A suspicious puddle of water was left on the bluestone floor, slowly spreading outwards.

Not far away, a chubby black cat with white paws was also rhythmically waving its right paw, making squeaking sounds in its throat.

"Meow meow……"

Sunlight shone on the person and the cat, casting long shadows.

There was an indescribable harmony to it.

"Roll as hard as you can, as long as you don't die."

Lu Wubing thought to himself, in his previous life he was a cow or a horse, and he was afraid of no one... Moreover, now he has the destiny of "Heaven rewards diligence", and after testing, he found that as long as he works hard, he will get something.

Working people are not afraid of hardship or fatigue.

I fear there is no hope, I fear all my efforts will be in vain.

"There are still 1,819 swords to go. I'll be close. Soon I'll have 50,000 swords to go. I'll be able to go from being proficient to mastering the rapier technique... Every drop of sweat can bring progress. This feeling is truly fascinating."

Lu Wubing sighed deeply, thinking to himself, "I just hope it's not too late."

A fleeting thought of urgency flashed through his mind, but he quickly dispelled it, focusing all his attention on ensuring that each sword strike was delivered with full force.

At midday, as the fifty thousandth sword was thrust out, the blade pierced the air with a sharp whistle, and Lu Wubing suddenly shuddered.

At that moment, he felt an electric current coursing through his muscles and bone marrow, his pores bulging, and a surge of power coursing through his entire body. The longsword in his hand no longer seemed like a sword, but rather an extension of himself, its blade as smooth as his skin, able to feel the gentle touch of a spring breeze.

Suddenly, a lot of knowledge about rapiers flooded into my mind, from angles to power, and the relationship between the optimal rhythm of force application and the speed and intensity of the strike.

His understanding of thrusting techniques seems to have been honed over more than a decade.

He tentatively thrust his sword again and found it incredibly smooth and comfortable. The force was almost entirely absorbed; with a thought, the sword was unleashed, its power concentrated at the tip, cutting through the air like a sharp arrow whistling.

'Compared to my previous, more proficient thrusts, the speed is more than twice as fast.'

With the same meager internal energy and the same physical attributes, the difference in their understanding and application of this sword technique is astonishing.

Compared to that, the swordsmanship my predecessor practiced was merely for show.

Lu Wubing felt a slight sense of peace in his heart.

Looking down at the bare skin on my left shoulder, the purplish-blue handprint seemed to have faded a bit and didn't hurt much anymore.

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This body is just over sixteen years old. The father, Lu Changfeng, is a professional who saves lives and is considered to have great ambitions. He often says in his life, "I wish that no one in the world is sick, even if the medicine on the shelves gathers dust."

Because of these aspirations, he named his son "Wu Bing" (meaning "no illness") and made his family's Huichuntang (a traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy) very prosperous. He not only opened a pharmacy covering several acres in the Yumi Jiangzhou region, but also opened many branches in the seven southern and sixty-three northern prefectures, making his family business very large and successful.

With such a meager fortune, Lu Wubing should, in theory, simply enjoy the wonderful life he has been fortunate enough to have.

But fate is unpredictable. Six days ago, he was attacked while on a day trip outside the city and almost lost his life... And now, this time traveler has taken the fall.

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"Young Master, Young Master, Master Du and Master Lin have been found..."

A shout came from afar.

A little girl wearing a green skirt and jacket came running over in a panic.

This is Jade, the personal maid.

"where?"

"He's lying in the front yard."

The little girl burst into tears.

Six days ago, after Lu Wubing was attacked and fled back to the Lu family, the two head guards immediately led some men to pursue the thieves, but they lost contact with them.

Being found at this point clearly indicates a precarious situation.

Upon entering the front yard, they saw two corpses lying to one side, their bodies slightly swollen. Several men who appeared to be constables were squatting on the ground examining the wounds. "That's right, the wounds are almost identical to those of the people who died a few days ago, with jagged, tearing marks. Moreover, the bones around the wounds have become soft, which is also consistent with the characteristics of a 'Surging Wave Force' attack..."

One of the constables looked grave, shook his head, and seemed about to say something but then stopped.

"The East Sea Sword Sect?" Lu Changfeng, whose face was usually gentle, was now gritting his teeth, with veins bulging on his forehead, clearly furious.

The black-clad constable sighed and said, "It should be them. Gu Dongting, the head of the East Sea Sword Sect, has seven of his most outstanding disciples, known as the Seven Swords of the East Sea... The fifth-ranked one, Lu Zhonggui of the Killing Sword Path, wields the serrated broadsword."

If it were just a coincidence of weapons, that would be one thing; it could even be a copycat crime. But to possess the power of a raging torrent, it could only be him.

"As expected, the bandits who robbed the medicinal herbs and killed the escort team and guards at Shili Slope that day should be closely related to the Donghai Sect."

The black-clad constable looked troubled. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Old Master Lu, although I don't know what grudge your Lu family has with the East Sea Sword Sect, they are here with ill intentions. Good intentions don't come. Please make plans as soon as possible."

These are words of wisdom and prudence.

Normally, a head constable wouldn't say such a thing.

The grudges and feuds of the martial world are now over.

Those martial arts practitioners move about in all sorts of ways, and no one knows what kind of amazing skills they possess. As a constable, it doesn't seem realistic to just be someone who earns a living and risking his life for others.

If it weren't for the Lu family of Huichuntang, who are kind-hearted and have an excellent reputation, and whose relationships are well-maintained, they might easily fool them and wouldn't bother to follow them around.

"Officer Li, thank you for your trouble." Lu Changfeng, clearly aware of the other party's style, cupped his hands and said, "Please help me find the murderer; I will reward you handsomely in the future..."

He had barely uttered a word when a servant stumbled in, crying, "Master, something...something's happened in the back garden..."

A look of horror flashed in Lu Changfeng's eyes. He drew his long sword and, with a few leaps, ran towards the back garden.

Lu Wubing and the others hurried along. As soon as they arrived at the back garden, they saw that the flowers and trees were in full bloom. Among the gaps between the trees, there were more than a dozen chickens and two black dogs, which were obviously dead.

Besides the corpses of chickens and dogs, there were more than ten servants and cooks running around, their faces filled with fear.

"Meow..."

The cat following beside me suddenly let out a piercing scream.

Lu Wubing's heart tightened.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sliver of cold light.

A sharp whistling sound came from the left, its edge piercing straight to the ear.

His hair stood on end; at that moment, his body moved faster than his mind.

He stepped back with his left foot and simultaneously drew his sword from its sheath with his right hand.

Like the wind moving across the water, like the moon high in the sky.

Smooth and natural.

The sword had already pierced the throat of the sword-wielding attacker.

"Cuckoo..."

The attacker was dressed as a servant, his face smeared with black grime, his eyes wide with disbelief, and he was making gurgling noises.

It seemed that no one expected that the young master of Huichuntang, who was rumored to be useless and only knew a mediocre swordsmanship, would actually use such a ruthless and swift swordsmanship.

"You little brat, I underestimated you."

In the shadow of the flowering trees, a hunched figure in black robes rose up and pounced on Lu Changfeng with a gust of wind. But halfway there, he twisted his body, roared, and turned to attack Lu Wubing.

Before the person even arrived, the air was already filled with flashes of blue light and overlapping sword lights. A single sword strike created three phantoms, slashing towards Lu Wubing's neck.

The blade was serrated and menacing.

Lu Wubing forcibly suppressed the slight discomfort from killing for the first time. As soon as he sheathed his sword, he felt a strong wind rushing towards him, making it difficult to breathe.

He only had time to lift the hilt of his sword and hold it to his neck.

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