At the top of a beautiful mountain stood a sect known as the Mystic Sect. At this moment, in the main hall of the sect, a few old men were questioning a young teenage girl who seemed to be around 18 years old.
An elderly man with a white beard asked, “So, Nephew Yang, you’re saying you found your senior brother among the dead bodies of the Ox Bandits?”
Another man, who appeared to be the sect leader, spoke, “How unbelievable! He reached the First Rate Warrior level, and in just a week, he killed more than five peak First Rate bandits?”
The girl, named Yang Mei, spoke, “Yes, Senior Brother Zhang was standing amidst the dead bodies of the bandits.”
Another elder proposed, “So, shall we promote him to Holy Son?”
The sect leader replied, “But will he agree to becoming one? You all know his temper.”
An elder chimed in, “So, where is he? We should just ask him directly.”
Yang Mei responded, “He is currently in the library. It’s been five days since he entered.”
The sect leader spoke with a thoughtful expression, “Let’s wait until he emerges from the library, then we can have further discussions.”
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It has been five days since I transmigrated into this world. My name seems to be Zhang Yan here. Why do I have a name that sounds so Chinese? I’ve read a few web novels in my free time, so I know that I’ve been transmigrated, but where is my "golden finger"? It's been five days, man, I miss my home. I don’t know how I can go back...
Zhang Yan, the man who was grumbling to himself, was 22 years old. His martial arts had reached the First Rate Warrior level a week ago. With black shoulder-length hair, he was fairly handsome. He was considered the eldest senior brother of the sect, as he had been the oldest recruit from the new generation. He was also a talented disciple of the Mystic Sect.
As Zhang Yan emerged from the library after reading the history and geography of this place, he was greeted by the same girl who had once startled him so much that he lost his consciousness.
“Senior Brother, you’re always so hardworking,” Yang Mei said with a smile.
Zhang Yan didn’t know how to communicate with her. It wasn’t that he was introverted, but since he had transmigrated into this body, he didn’t know how his predecessor had spoken or what his mannerisms were like. So, he remained silent and simply nodded his head.
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“Senior Brother, the sect leader and the elders are waiting for you in the main hall.”
“Lead the way,” Zhang Yan replied. Even though it had been five days since he arrived, he had been holed up in the library, so he didn’t know the way.
As they walked along, Zhang Yan could see the beautiful scenery of Mystic Mountain. A grand staircase led toward the top, where the main hall of the Mystic Sect stood. In front of the hall, there was a massive statue of a man holding a sword. The inscription beneath it read, "The Founder of Mystic Sect: The Sword Immortal."
Why is there no name of the founder? Zhang Yan muttered to himself.
“Senior Brother, didn’t you know?” Yang Mei asked. “Ah, you were always so diligent in studying swordsmanship and martial arts that you never had time to read our sect’s history.”
“There’s no name of our founder because nobody knows his real name. He was famous throughout the world, and no one knew his name, so the public decided to call him the ‘Sword Immortal.’ He always carried a sword and never lost a sword battle in his entire life.”
“Is that so?” Zhang Yan said, intrigued.
As he walked through the door, he saw a few older men sitting in the main hall. The man sitting in the middle, who was playing with his white beard, spoke up.
“Zhang Yan, can you tell us how you got into a fight with the Ox Bandits? As far as we know, bandits usually avoid sect disciples.”
Zhang Yan wasn’t sure how his predecessor got into that situation, but as he had been reading the history and geography of the sect, he had already thought of a way to handle this.
“Well, I was taking the mountain route to reach Melo City, and I got ambushed by the bandits. I didn’t have time to think, so we just fought.”
An elder sitting on the right side of the sect leader spoke, “Why didn’t you run away?”
Zhang Yan thought aloud, “Hmm… Why didn’t I run away?”
Cough, cough.
Another elder spoke, “No matter, no matter. All’s well that ends well.”
The sect leader then spoke, “Zhang Yan, as you are talented and have already reached First Rate Warrior, we thought it’s time to make you the Holy Son of our sect. What do you think?”
Zhang Yan responded, “Can you give me some time to think? The recent fight has taken a toll on my body and mind, and I would like to rest before making any decisions.”
The elder grew angry. “What’s there to think about? Just say yes or no!”
He was the First Elder of the sect, and his son, who was the same age as Zhang Yan, also wanted to become the Holy Son, but his son wasn’t as talented as Zhang Yan.
The elder on the right side of the sect leader, who was the sword instructor of the Mystic Sect, spoke in a calmer tone. “Let’s give him some time. He did go through a life-and-death situation.”
The sect leader nodded. “Alright, rest for a few days and give us your answer.”
Zhang Yan thought to himself, I’ll run away in a few days. Why would I stay in this dangerous sect, where you have to fight for honor? I can simply earn some money, as I have countless ways to do so with my knowledge from Earth.
As he walked back to his room, he could hear the disciples whispering among themselves.
“Wow, did Senior Brother really wipe out the Ox Bandits by himself? How cool!”
“I heard he was standing amidst the dead bodies of the Ox Bandits, as though he wanted to slay their souls as well!”
“We’re really blessed to have a Senior Brother like him.”
Zhang Yan thought, Hmm, who spread those rumors? It must have been that girl, Yang Mei.
As soon as he lay down on his bed, he fell into a deep sleep