In the martial world of Great Yong, there was a saying:
“Only the strong have the right to determine their own destiny.”
Lin Feng once thought those words were nothing more than a fantasy.
He was merely an outer disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect, and everyone in the sect laughed at him.
For eighteen years, he had been unable to gather even the slightest trace of qi.
To the disciples, he was nothing but a worthless disciple.
But no one knew that every night, Lin Feng continued practicing the sword alone on the cliff behind the sect.
Not because he hoped to become a martial master.
But because he refused to surrender to fate.
One night, as a violent storm raged, a bolt of golden lightning struck the middle of the cliff.
Boom!
The ground split open, revealing an ancient jade box that had been buried beneath the rocks for hundreds of years.
The instant Lin Feng’s fingertip touched the jade box, a voice rang out in his mind.
“At last... the one who bears the Heavenly Will has finally appeared.”
Lin Feng froze.
“Who are you?”
The voice let out a soft laugh. “I am the one who has waited for you for three hundred years.”
The jade box opened, and a golden light shot into his body.
At that very moment, the qi that had once been completely absent surged like a river bursting through a dam.
Every meridian opened at once. Lin Feng clenched his fists.
For the first time in his life, he felt his own power. But what he still didn’t know was...
This newfound power would make him the target of people throughout the entire martial world.
The next morning, the Azure Cloud Sect’s training ground was filled with laughter.
“Lin Feng, you’re here again?”
A young man in an inner disciple’s uniform approached with a mocking smile.
He was Zhao Tianyang, the number-one genius among the younger generation.
“I heard that an outer disciple like you has been practicing the sword for ten years, yet you still can’t beat a trainee disciple. Is that true?”
Laughter erupted all around them. Lin Feng didn’t answer. He simply picked up his wooden sword.
“If you want to try, come at me.”
Everyone fell silent for a moment before laughing even harder. Zhao Tianyang raised a hand.
“Since you’re asking for it, I’ll show you just how great the difference between us is.”
The sword was drawn from its sheath.
Slash!
His figure shot toward Lin Feng, but in that instant, Lin Feng saw everything with perfect clarity.
The sword’s trajectory, the movement of his feet, even the precise moment his opponent would change techniques.
He moved only one step, and the wooden sword in his hand snapped upward.
Bang!
Zhao Tianyang was knocked back several steps. All the laughter vanished at once.
“Impossible!”
Lin Feng stared at the sword in his hand. He was just as shocked. Only last night, he had been powerless.
But today...
He could see straight through an inner disciple’s sword technique with ease.
The same voice rang out in his mind. “Power is merely the beginning.”
“What you must learn is the Way of the Sword.”
Lin Feng tightened his grip on the sword.
For the first time, he felt that...
His destiny might be changing.