Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

The mystery surrounding the massacre of his entire family grew ever stronger, casting a shadow over Wen Yu's mind.

This made him certain that, at least until his strength and level were sufficient, he didn't even have the right to attempt to investigate.

Honest and diligent practice and simulation are the right path.

Lying in the coffin, with my hands clasped in front of me, I finally regained some sense of security.

Look at the talent attribute "[Never Died]".

[A miraculous escape from death: "Sword Rhythm - Celestial Immortal"]

The sword's power was magnificent and awe-inspiring, its essence lofty and ethereal; wielding it was like an immortal descending to earth.

Wen Yu felt as if a sword mark was engraved between his brows. With a thought, he could unleash this sword strike that seemed to descend from the heavens.

He didn't know how much of the enemy's power they had used, or how much more power the "Great Misfortune" had acquired.

But one thing is certain: below the three realms, no one can withstand his sword.

Then, he looked at the instructions. The first sword was free, but he would have to rely on his mental energy to slowly accumulate the second sword.

Given his current state of energy and spirit, it would take him... to fully charge up his sword.

Three hundred years!

Wen Yu's eye twitched slightly; whether he could live to be a hundred years old was another matter entirely.

However, as his strength and realm improve, this time will continue to decrease, and one day, he will even comprehend this sword and make it completely his own.

"It's like a disposable item now; if it's not used in the real world, it can only be used once per simulation."

Wen Yu analyzed.

In this world, one should be careful and keep a low profile, and try to avoid using "Never Died" and "Sword Art - Celestial Immortal".

In each simulation, it's equivalent to having an extra life and a powerful finishing move.

The operability has been greatly improved.

The simulation continues.

[Having inscribed the fatal attack of your enemy and acquired the essence of a celestial sword strike, you begin to seek a way out.]

[I can't go home, and I even need to get away from Xingping County, where I live. It would be best if I could leave Xilong County, or even leave Yongzhou.]

After thinking it over, you remembered that you had an aunt.

Having lost your mother at a young age, your aunt has shown you great care and love.

When I was six, my fifteen-year-old aunt married and moved far away to Loulan.

You are currently located in Xingping County, Xilong Commandery, Yongzhou, while Loulan is located in the Western Regions Protectorate, which borders Yongzhou.

The two are separated by far more than a thousand miles.

Ultimately, you use your intelligence to reach the best conclusion: take it one step at a time and see how things unfold.

[Dangers are unknown at night, so you decide to spend the night in the coffin.]

The next day, you rise from the coffin, crawling out of the decaying wood. Looking out over the desolate wilderness and the deserted burial ground, you find a narrow path marked by human tracks.

Walking along the path, you don't know where it leads; you can only move forward with unwavering determination.

Finally, as dusk settled and the setting sun cast its last rays, you gazed into the distance at the smoke rising from chimneys and spotted a small village.

Because of your luxurious clothes and elegant, handsome appearance, the villagers had no suspicion of you.

"Sir, I was robbed on the way and unfortunately got lost. Could you please stay here for the night and rest?"

You checked your person; besides a jade pendant, you had no cash. In the past, your attendants and pageboys always paid for your travels, so you never needed to worry about it.

[So you took off your finest silk blue gown.]

"This robe will be used as payment."

The elderly woman, her hair streaked with surprise and delight, carefully accepted the long robe. She had never touched such soft silk before, and warmly invited you inside.

[Take out a piece of dark, cured pork and put it in a pot of millet porridge.]

Having been hungry for a day and a night, you had no room for complaint; you drank it down in large gulps to fill your stomach.

Suddenly, you see a little girl peeking out from the doorway, swallowing hard. Her eyes meet yours, and she immediately looks away in alarm.

"Come here, here, have some."

Your heart softened, and you handed her the dark, cured meat.

After hesitating for a long time, the little girl finally walked over, took the cured meat, and nibbled on it like a kitten, a happy smile on her face.

You were filled with many emotions, but unable to compose even a few lines of melancholy poetry, so you gulped down a bowl of porridge.

After walking all day and eating your fill, you go to bed early.

[At night, you are awakened once again by screams, pleas for mercy, and the clatter of horses' hooves.]

"Seriously? Can't I even get a decent night's sleep if I'm not in a coffin?"

[You complain helplessly.]

[“Soldier, please have mercy and spare my grandfather and grandson. I found these clothes, I really did…”]

[The old man's deliberately loud pleas for mercy could be heard.]

【"snort!"】

[A cold snort, followed by the chilling sound of a knife being swung, accompanied by a rolling sound, and then a girl's scream.]

The crying stopped abruptly the next moment.

You quickly got up, picked up a wooden stick used to prop open the window, and leaned close to the crack in the door, listening intently.

【boom! 】

The next moment, the door was kicked open, and you quickly dodged. Then, a flash of cold light appeared before your eyes, and a long knife was pressed against your neck.

The cold touch made you feel the threat of death, but since the other party didn't immediately strike, you decided to observe and wait.

"Hmph! You old geezer, still saying there's no one else."

The burly, fierce-looking soldier, clad in leather armor, chuckled menacingly.

The thick stench of blood from the blade assaulted your nostrils. You saw two decapitated corpses in the courtyard, and your pupils contracted sharply.

Anger, sorrow, and disbelief fill your heart, making you realize what kind of era this is.

[When the almost uncontrollable urge to unleash "Sword Art - Celestial Immortal" was aroused, it was suppressed by absolute rationality.]

[The sword technique is powerful, but you only have one chance. Besides, you deeply understand what's even more crucial in this simulation.]

[Live, cultivate, live longer, settle your life's score, and extract talent attributes.]

"There's also a teenager here, take him away."

Seeing that you did not resist with a loud commotion, the soldiers did not reprimand you, but instead gave orders to their men behind them, sheathed their swords, and left.

You were led to the center of the village, your hands tied behind your back.

The surrounding flames spread, illuminating the dark night, and suppressed cries echoed through the air.

[Here, apart from able-bodied men and women, everyone except the elderly and children was killed, including the old man who took you in and the little girl eating cured meat.]

A hundred soldiers set the village ablaze and escorted you, the able-bodied men and women, away.

Following the rugged forest path, we crossed several mountain peaks and arrived at a village hidden in the mountains in the early morning mist.

The rammed earth walls were fortified with watchtowers and arrow emplacements, and were patrolled by heavily armed soldiers.

At first glance, you might mistake them for ruthless mountain bandits, but you quickly realize something is amiss. Their equipment and discipline far surpass those of typical mountain bandits.

[First year, age seventeen.]

You spent the night in a village, witnessed a horrific massacre, and were subsequently kidnapped and taken to a mountain stronghold, where you were used as laborers.

[Having assessed their surroundings, they noticed that these soldiers were looting everywhere, gathering able-bodied men, and hoarding troops, seemingly plotting something sinister.]

You demonstrated literacy and mathematical skills, which allowed you to escape manual labor and become an accountant.

As life settles down, you begin to seek spiritual practice.

[Rediscover the cultivation methods taught to me by the old martial artist.]

[The first realm of martial arts is body tempering, with nine stages, each tempering the skin, flesh, bones, tendons, membranes, spine, five internal organs, and six viscera, ultimately leading to the brain's integration and the ability to comprehend the essence of heaven and earth.]

The Two-Element Stance is a mid-level method for tempering the skin, flesh, and bones.

After more than half a year, relying on your past memories, you have explored and practiced diligently on your own, finally entering the first stage of Body Tempering.