The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

"In another world, I became an orphan shortly after my birth. My parents went out fishing and were attacked by a fish monster, which swallowed them whole."

Chen Xuan's eyes were filled with emotion, his weathered expression carrying a sense of loneliness; this memory was a long time ago to him.

"Fortunately, our small fishing village was isolated from the world, and everyone was simple and kind, taking care of each other. In this way, I ate food from many families until I was seven years old."

For some reason, listening to Chen Xuan's story, Lu Yao felt as if she were there herself.

It felt as if this were a real event, not a dream.

"Then my senior brother went out to seek immortality and joined a cultivation sect with his tenacious perseverance."

"And after years of hard work, without any background or resources, he rose to become a sword immortal?"

Lu Yao remembered clearly that her senior brother had said as soon as he woke up that he had become a sword immortal in another world.

As for the plot she mentioned, that's how it's written in novels.

Chen Xuan smiled and said, "Seeking immortality and asking about the Dao is a matter for later."

"When my senior brother was seven years old..."

Lu Yao looked confused.

Born into poverty, my senior brother must have gone through unimaginable difficulties to become a sword immortal.

At this moment, Chen Xuan's voice was somewhat indifferent, "At seven years old, I drew my sword and entered the sea, slaying all the sea monsters."

! ! ! !

Lu Yao's mind went blank for a moment.

"Senior brother, are you sure it's seven years old, and not twenty-seven? Seventeen?!"

Her voice involuntarily rose in pitch.

She thought it was already outrageous enough that her senior brother treated his dream as reality, but she didn't expect that it was his dream itself that was outrageous.

Even if you say you're seventeen, you might believe it yourself.

But what can a seven-year-old do?

When I was seven years old, I was still pestering my senior brother to let me play in the mud!

"It's not like the underdog story you're talking about, nor is it as difficult as you think. From the moment I embarked on my cultivation journey, I have never had an opponent."

Lu Yao's mouth was slightly open, and she couldn't close it for a long time. Could there really be someone in the world who could do this?

Chen Xuan had anticipated Lu Yao's reaction and thoughtfully explained, "The Taoist scriptures I've read since childhood are already imprinted in my mind and I understand them thoroughly."

"This other world is rich in spiritual energy, making it an extremely suitable place for cultivation."

"Through reading the Taoist scriptures, I comprehended the way of the sword. From the moment I was born, I have been nurturing the sword in my heart."

"The reason I started wielding a sword at seven is because my physique was only able to withstand the sword's intent at seven."

The things Master taught were just ordinary Taoist scriptures; how could one possibly comprehend anything from them… Lu Yao lamented inwardly.

From a young age, she never understood how her senior brother managed to absorb the Taoist scriptures.

I once really wanted to dig out his brain to see what made him different from a normal person.

"And then what happened?"

Lu Yao couldn't help but press for more information.

"The next ten years or so were a bit boring. Every day I would go out to sea from the small fishing village to fish, practice swordsmanship, and kill demons."

"Our village has been peaceful ever since, and we have never suffered a shipwreck again."

Lu Yao listened, mesmerized, and murmured, "Hasn't Senior Brother ever thought about leaving the small fishing village to broaden his horizons?"

"I have thought about it."

Chen Xuan nodded, "But they gave me food when I was young, so naturally I will protect their peace for the rest of my life."

"So, at the age of twenty, I sailed out to sea and entered the Dragon Palace that governs this sea area with my sword."

Lu Yao's mouth opened slightly, feeling that the story her senior brother was telling was bizarre and wonderful.

"Senior brother, did you enter the Dragon Palace to pray to the Dragon King for favorable weather and a peaceful fishing village?"

Chen Xuan smiled faintly, "What are you asking for? They won't even let me through the gates of the Dragon Palace."

"I originally wanted to reason with them, but I found that reasoning didn't work."

"So he drew his sword and slashed the Dragon Palace."

"Later, the Dragon King begged me to let it live in peace."

"After thinking about it, I realized that I would still need the Dragon King to bring rain, so I took the sword from its neck, and it finally stood up and spoke to me."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yao was at a loss for words to describe her feelings, and her expression was quite interesting.

"Senior brother, does that mean you became a sword immortal in just over a decade?"

Chen Xuan stretched and said, "I don't know about sword immortals or not. After leaving the small fishing village, I met many famous sword cultivators, but none of them were qualified to make me draw my sword."

"Later, a little brat comprehended the sword intent I left behind and began to embark on the path of the sword."

"Later I heard him say that he had defeated the number one in the world, but the news didn't spread. I think he was probably just bragging."

Gollum—

At this point, Chen Xuan's stomach growled a few times, clearly indicating that he was hungry.

Lu Yao, who had been engrossed in the story, suddenly snapped out of her reverie, covered her mouth, and chuckled, "What? Do immortals get hungry too?"

I must say, my senior brother's storytelling was quite captivating; I almost believed it myself.

Chen Xuan wasn't angry; he simply said leisurely, "The immortality I cultivate is different. You'll understand later."

"Go and cook me a bowl of plain porridge, with some pickled vegetables you made yourself. I wouldn't trade it for anything, not even for a god."

Later, in his quest for immortality, he tasted many delicacies of the immortals, but none of them could warm his heart as much as this bowl of plain porridge. He had been craving it for over eight thousand years.

"Okay, those junior brothers need to wake up too, I'll get to it right away."

Lu Yao rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen.

Chen Xuan touched his empty stomach, looked out into the courtyard, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Only when you're well-fed and watered can you kill."

……

The ancient temple hall was filled with the gentle smoke of incense.

A monk sat in a high position, dressed in a moon-white robe, with a Bodhi rosary around his neck. He had a square and round face with kind eyes.

He clasped his hands together, slowly chanting Buddhist verses, his eyes remaining closed throughout.

The attendant knelt on the ground, trembling as he reported, "Abbot, the people we sent haven't returned, and their amulets are broken!"

In an instant, the peaceful Buddhist light inside the hall suddenly froze.

The monk opened his eyes, and a hidden ferocity instantly appeared on his face, with murderous intent surging in his eyes.

He slowly opened his clasped hands, his face still showing a kind expression, but the words he spoke had changed.

"Heaven cherishes life, so we must not kill living beings indiscriminately."

"To harm my disciples without cause is to defy the laws of Heaven and trample on the moral order of living beings."

His tone was calm, but every word concealed murderous intent: "If we do not eliminate them, we will be allowing evil to wreak havoc on the world, which is the greatest sin."

A series of fallacies, presented in a grand and righteous manner, packaged personal grievances as a noble act of saving all living beings.

Having said that, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and he gave a deep order to the people outside the hall:

"Send the order: gather the temple's elite troops and immediately go to slay the demons and save the people!"

"But...but the people from Lingxiao are keeping an eye on us. Won't this commotion be too much?" someone hesitated.

The monk spoke coldly, "That spirit sword has suddenly revived. Ye Li has already left with Yue Liushuang. The rest of us can't stop us."

"Bring me his head immediately!"

The voice roared, like a vengeful ghost demanding a life.

"yes!"

Ten figures radiating golden light, no longer hesitant, rushed out of the temple and headed into the city, their killing intent extremely strong.