A man stands before the heavens, his sword emerges from the Emei Mountains.

A residual sun spreads in the water, half of the river is half red.

It was March, and the spring mist, like a cloak of rain, enveloped the Xiangjiang River in Hengyang. The new buds of the willows on both banks, like sparrow tongues, were faintly visible in their pale yellow color.

As the sun sets and the evening mist hangs in the air, the wind ruffles the delicate hues of the sunset. Chen Yu, dressed in coarse linen, stands at the bow of the boat. With a twist of his waist, his strong arms pull the fishing net down to the water like an inverted straw hat. His heart is like a double-stranded net, with a thousand knots within. The bluebird of memory, too, flies back as the fishing net falls from his hand.

Chen Yu was not originally from this place, but had transmigrated to this realm. He was originally a stuntman wandering around Hengdian, struggling and making a little fame, but unexpectedly, the gunpowder exploded prematurely during filming. With a loud bang, his soul was swapped, resulting in this transmigration this morning, becoming a fisherman on the Xiangjiang River.

The original owner shared the same name as himself, was thirteen years old, and practiced martial arts. His father had passed away unexpectedly a month ago after returning from a trip. His ancestor was Chen Gui, a famous general who resisted the Jin dynasty, and his grandfather had participated in the defense of Xiangyang.

Chen Yu initially thought he had traveled back in time, but based on the information the original owner had heard while selling fish at the dock, he learned that there were sects such as Wudang, Emei, Shaolin, Hengshan, and Qingcheng in the world. In addition, based on another piece of information from the depths of his memory, he realized that he must be in the world of Jin Yong's "Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber".

The person who helped defend Xiangyang, whose name is widely known, was none other than the grandfather of the original owner.

Chen Gui was not only a famous general who resisted the Jin dynasty, but also a master weapon forger. Relying on his family's skills, the original owner's grandfather had forged a sword and a knife in Xiangyang.

Chen Yu remembered that in the world of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," during the Battle of Wan'an Temple, Abbess Miejue, the leader of the Emei Sect, told Zhou Zhiruo that before the fall of Xiangyang, Guo Jing and his wife hired a master craftsman to melt down the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword and then add Western refined gold to forge a knife and a sword.

The sword is for slaying dragons.

The sword is named Yitian.

The clues, like a hidden thread, are laid out over a thousand miles, with Chen Yu connecting the beginning and the end, until the truth comes to light. The original owner's grandfather was one of the craftsmen who forged the Dragon-Slaying Saber and the Heaven-Reliant Sword in Xiangyang.

With this clue, the sudden death of the original owner's father seems to be a suspect that can be investigated, and there may be other hidden reasons.

Chen Yu's thoughts returned to reality, and he immediately decided to exchange the fish for some money and leave this place of trouble.

Having transmigrated to a martial arts world, who wouldn't want to "lonely man, horse, and wander the Jianghu, entrusting oneself to the blades, what does it matter if one is carefree or wild?" But this is the late Yuan Dynasty, the era of Yitian, a time of war, chaos, famine, rampant bandits, and cannibalism.

How many outlaws put morality aside and place profit in the middle?

Although the original owner diligently practiced martial arts, he was only thirteen years old, and his skills were not particularly advanced, so his achievements were limited. A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall. By leaving this dangerous place and relying on the various skills he had learned when he was a stuntman, such as Tai Chi, Hung Kuen, and Bagua Zhang, and practicing diligently for three to five years, he might not be without a foothold and the ability to protect himself.

As Chen Yu thought this, he suddenly felt a chill seep into his bones, so cold that it was unbearable.

The chill originated from the jade ruyi that Chen Yu wore. This jade pendant was carved into a dragon's head and a phoenix's tail, symbolizing good fortune. It was obtained from Mount Emei to ensure peace and safety, and it had somehow traveled through time together.

As Chen Yu fully adapted to this young and energetic body at midday, he noticed the unique characteristics of the jade ruyi. He pondered its properties and guessed it was probably a cheat code, possessing a function similar to the ancient tomb's cold jade bed. In the world of *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, it was mentioned that the greatest danger in cultivating internal energy was going into qi deviation; during regular practice, nearly half of one's mental energy was used to fight off inner fire. The cold jade bed was extremely yin and cold; sitting or lying on it naturally cleared inner fire, allowing for vigorous and rapid progress in cultivation.

Chen Yu concluded that the most wonderful thing is a mentally and physically exhilarating experience, which can perfectly prevent the danger of going astray when practicing martial arts.

A thin mist rose from the riverbank like a curtain, and a nun strolled out. She appeared to be in her early thirties, with fair, flawless skin and sharp, slanted eyebrows, both beautiful and enigmatic.

The setting sun wasn't dazzling, its crimson glow drifting across the horizon. Perhaps the misty river evoked melancholy, easily stirring up painful memories. The nun, her eyes deep, murmured to herself, "In this life, how many things can we do as we please? The sun sets, but there will always be a time to rise again. Why hold onto past unhappiness in our hearts? Our great nation is now shattered. As long as we have spirit, who among us isn't heartbroken? My heart may have been wounded, but it has never died. In my remaining years, I will dedicate myself to eradicating the evil cult and driving out the Tartars until my dying breath."

The nun snapped out of her reverie, looked around, and saw that the river was wide and boats were few. Her gaze finally settled on a fishing boat not far from the shore, and she called out, "Young man, could you lend me your boat to cross the river?"

Chen Yu turned around, and the other person came into view. He was slightly stunned, and the person in front of him quickly matched the fragmentary information about the characters in the world of Yitian Jianghu.

"Please wait a moment, nun?"

Thank you.

Chen Yu gripped the net tightly with both hands, the gentle pull breaking the green waves, revealing the fish with their slender, jade-like scales emerging from the water. The fishing net emerged from the azure river, fish slapping their tails, splashing water everywhere, and the net, catching nearly thirty pounds of fish and shrimp, was hauled onto the bow of the boat.

"What strength!" The nun secretly praised. Looking closely at Chen Yu, she saw that he had tanned skin, delicate features, and clear eyes. He looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, but he had a physique that was taller than his peers. The muscles in his arms, with his sleeves rolled up, were faintly visible.

"He's fishing all by himself, and he's quite strong. Could he have learned martial arts in his youth?" the nun guessed.

Chen Yu was delighted with the fish. Besides the common grass carp and bream, there were also a few copperhead fish and red-lipped barbs, which could fetch a good price. He put the fish and net into the fish hold and rowed the boat to shore.

"Please come up, nun."

"it is good."

The nun stepped onto the boat, tall and graceful.

Chen Yu held the oar and rowed the boat, a small boat, riding the wind and breaking through the waves.

"A young man all alone?" Abbess Miejue asked, noticing the mourning sash around Chen Yu's waist.

"Um."

"He has great strength."

"Thank you for your kind words, Master. I cast my net and rowed my boat out of the river. There are few local bullies who prey on the people at the wharves on the Xiang River in Hengyang. I can sell the fish for a decent price and eat enough to fill my stomach, so I am quite strong."

The nun's face was as cold as frost, but her voice was as melodious as a mountain stream: "Tell me, how peaceful is the Xiangjiang River basin in Hengyang?"

Chen Yu said, "There are chivalrous heroes from Hengshan who fight against evil and uphold justice."

"Hengshan School?"

"Um."

Chen Yu, fearing he might say something inappropriate, kept his words to himself. His memories of the Hengshan Sect were largely derived from the world of *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*, though he also remembered its existence in *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, albeit with very little written description. He didn't know much about the current Hengshan Sect, but judging from Miejue's demeanor, she seemed to feel the same way.

Chen Yu explained in a few words why he had strength and how the Xiangjiang River in Hengyang was relatively peaceful. Abbess Miejue was relieved and did not ask any more questions.

Chen Yu didn't interrupt or disturb him, and focused on rowing. The small boat moved through the waves, and as the sun set, it docked at the pier.

"This is the fare." Abbess Miejue took a silver ingot from her pocket.

Chen Yu said, "The nun gave too much."

"The more the better."

My father always said that wealth should be acquired in a proper way.

"Good family rules, here you go." Abbess Miejue tossed over the silver ingot, leaped ashore, and headed straight for the dockside restaurant.

"Thank you, Master."

Chen Yu collected the money, bent down to take the fish from the fishing net, kept one grass carp for himself, and put the rest of the fish into a fish basket to sell at the dock fish market.

As dusk approached, Chen Yu returned to his fishing boat. Besides the money he had earned from selling fish, he also had lime, a dagger for self-defense, some wild vegetables, and a few pieces of tofu.

Chen Yu jumped onto the fishing boat, started cooking, and thought about finding a buyer the next day to sell the fishing boat and leave for distant lands.

Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from afar, followed by a voice, "Young man, would you mind taking us across the river?"

Chen Yu looked up and saw three men, all burly and carrying knives and swords. Without waiting for a reply, they boarded the ship.

"Gentlemen, this is a fishing boat."

"Can't a boat cross a river?"

Chen Yu said seriously, "You can cross the river, but if you steal the boatmen's food and break the rules, you'll get a beating."

"You're such a smooth talker. We saw you helping a nun ashore not long ago. That's favoritism."

"That's because there was no dock where the nun appeared."

"Enough with the nonsense, let's get going. We don't need your money."

"Alright."

As Chen Yu finished speaking, his gentle gaze instantly transformed into a resolute and determined look. With a sudden rise and fall, the stove, iron pot, and soup flew up and landed on the face of the burly man crouching in front of him. He then leaped up and darted towards the river.

"Ah!" Boiling water was poured over his face, and the man let out a hysterical scream before falling backward headfirst.

"That little brat is ruthless and cunning."

The man on the left side of the boat stepped across Chen Yu, his hands sinking down, his sleeves billowing like ripples on the river, his five fingers curled inward like eagle claws.

bang...

The lime packet burst open in the opponent's field of vision, and Chen Yu's figure instantly became blurred.

The man let out a strange cry and retreated like waves. However, the fishing boat was no more than ten feet wide, leaving little room for maneuver. The man's hasty retreat could not evade Chen Yu's shadow. Chen Yu's palms flashed like lightning, rising from below and landing on the man's chin.

With a single "Old Ape Hanging Seal" strike, the man's head jolted violently, wave-like shock marks spreading from his cheeks to his ears. His body leaned back, his feet dangling in the air, and he plunged into the river. The limestone sizzled in the water.

Chen Yu leaped into the air and headed towards the Xiang River.

Snapped……

Chen Yu's clothes were grabbed by the back of his head by a strong, iron hand. The only remaining man among the three men grinned maliciously, "Come here, kid, or I'll skin you alive."

As the "humph" sounded, Abbess Miejue was still at the dockside eatery when her voice faded, and her gray figure transformed into a swift, lightning-fast shadow, landing on the fishing boat.

The moment Abbess Miejue landed, it was like a hurricane sweeping across a river, the boat awning rustling. Centered on her, a circle was instantly cleared away, the lime powder and soup residue vanished without a trace. Inside the center, only the black robe, "fluttering with wide sleeves, like birds coming from the east," was swaying.

"What kind of nun are you, meddling in other people's business?" the burly man roared, throwing Chen Yu onto the deck and drawing his sword with his right hand.

With a clang, the blade flashed a foot, its cold light gleaming, but the man's arm was struck by Abbess Miejue's right elbow, forcing the long sword back into its sheath. In the dim light of the day, the abbess slashed and pushed the man's neck with her right hand, causing his head to spin at an unnatural angle before his body tumbled into the river.

"Aren't you going to row?" Abbess Miejue kicked the corpse into the Xiang River, looked at Chen Yu's shocked eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Okay!"

Chen Yu got up, took the oar and rowed, the fishing boat disappeared into the night.