Shield, pierced. Spear, snapped. Bow, severed. Fist, broken. Sword, shattered.

These threats to humanity were finally vanquished, never to haunt the world again.

A young boy opened his eyes and started coughing. Immediately, an intense headache assaulted his mind. He gritted his teeth: "Dammit, this method had its flaws after all, I can barely remember anything! Luckily, I still know who I am."

He slowly got up and observed his surroundings. Shabby houses were lined up, and it seems like his body fell down when he took it over. Judging from the mountains in the background he was likely in Sword Continent. "Good, at least this part didn't go wrong." In his past life he cultivated sword path, so this continent fit him. "If I succeeded, the others should be fine too. This body has no foundation, I'll have to restart from scratch. When I'm strong enough, I'll meet up with the others. Luckily I still remember how to cultivate." 

He first needed a suitable weapon. In his previous life, he had scattered many inheritances across the continent. Hopefully he was close to one. He unfortunately didn't inherit any memories from this body's life, so he had no idea where he was. He began walking in a random direction. Finding out his location was a simple task, asking any person would do.

The blacksmith started laughing: "Lad, are you drunk? We're in Sword Continent, Blessed Spring clan." Blessed Spring, this was close to Blessed Lake mountain. He had buried a flowing river sword there! 

This world's weapons had five ranks. First was ordinary, which were, as the name implies, ordinary. This didn't count as a rank. Rank one and two had mystical powers. For example, fire sword could produce flames. These could be mass-produced, although not many had the funds to do so. Rank 3 and 4 were heavenly swords, each one was unique in the world.

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Flowing river sword was rank two, alongside it he had hidden several rank one gentle stream swords and many ordinary swords. These were very suitable for him, but unfortunately, he had burried them somewhere at the top of the mountain. He tried to concentrate, but could not remember the exact location.

"It's fine, hopefully I remember more when I get there. But the road to the mountain is dangerous, l need a rank one sword to protect myself." Luckily, there was a very easy way to get one.

With a sword in hand, he slowly walked away from a figure on the ground. "Damn you, give my sword back! Don't you know who I am! My father is a clan elder, a sword apprentice!" Weapons had ranks, naturally humans had them too. Rank one was apprentice, rank two was master. Unfortunately for the young master, he did not care about a measly rank one. Because in his past life, he had reached rank four!

But now he was back to ordinary. If he wanted to climb the mountain, he had to reach rank one. Only then could he have enough strength to wield the rank one sword. Breaking through to rank one wasn't very hard if one knew how to do it. It was just that the method was controlled by the higher ups. In big cities, this would be leaked and sold on the black market, but in small village clans only those loyal to the clan could get their hands on the method.

This problem of course, didn't apply to him. All he needed was a quiet environment and a sword. After finding an abandoned house, he sat down and looked at the sword. This was a rank one water edge sword. When swung, it would produce a water blade. The reason the young master could have one is because his father bought one for him, even though the young master couldn't use it. This was why he defeated him easily with his past life expierence. Getting a rank one sword was easy with enough money, because they could be forged by someone else. Advancing your own rank was harder, you had to rely on yourself.

He started focusing, and the sword shone with a blue light. Then, it flew into his chest. It has begun. The first step was to choose a rank one sword. Ordinary swords would not do. Next, the sword started cutting away the impurities in his body, making place for itself. This was a very painful process, which would make most scream out in pain. But he had already gone through much worse, so he stayed quiet, his face perfectly still. After most surface impurities were cut away, the sword settled into the new space inside his body. From now on, it could be summoned whenever he wanted and stored inside his body. It also had a strong connection with him, it would perform worse when others used it, and better if he did. Do note that two weapons cannot coexist with eachother inside the human body.

He looked at himself. The skinny body was gone, replaced with solid muscles. Strength and vitality surged through his veins. He was ready. After 'borrowing' some supplies from the locals, he set off to Blessed Lake mountain!