Nobody cared when he passed the gates. Even with his vastly improved appearance, he still wore tattered clothing that had definitely seen better times. The sword on his hip earned a glance from the guard, but weapons were common, almost every family had at least one to protect themselves or to hunt.

As the name implies, Blessed Spring clan was situated right next to Blessed Lake mountain. The first obstacle was a forest. Many wild beasts resided here that could easily kill him if he was careless. But he was anything but a careless man. His memories might have dimmed, but his instincts did not. Past experiences had honed him to the point that nobody could ambush him even while asleep, let alone awake!

The forest was ordinary, but he found a new appreciation toward its subtle beauty. The buzzing of insects, the patterns of the sun shining through leaves, the solid feeling of the earth beneath his feet. It all was beautiful. After getting a second chance at life, he started enjoying the small things in life. As he walked, he allowed a small smile to form on his face.

About halfway through the forest, he heard a rustle behind him. He immediately unsheathed his sword. After staring at the bush for three breaths of time, a boar suddenly charged at him! "Wait, this boar is actually rank one!"

Animals had ranks too. Whenever a animal's body part fulfills certain conditions, they can rank up, becoming stronger and obtaining mystical powers. These body parts could be used to forge a rank one weapon. This boar's tusks were rank one for example, although it wasn't yet clear what kind of ability it had. He quickly dodged, and the boar hit a tree instead. The boar was only stunned, but the tree actually fell down! The tusks were slightly broken, but started visibly healing. It quickly turned around and started charging again. After dodging once again, he swung his sword. It shone with a blue light, and a blade of water shot out and hit the boar. Using a weapon's ability put a strain on both the body and the mind. The water blade hit the boar's leg and caused a deep cut. Only the tusks were rank one, the rest of the body was ordinary. If the skin was also rank one, it would have much less effect. In fact, it might even heal rapidly like its tusks. Enraged, the boar started wildly charging at him. After repeating the process of dodging and swinging, the boar finally gave up. Strong offense had no use if it couldn't hit. Covered in deep injuries, it ran away.

A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

Standing among the fallen trees, he sighed. He was too tired to chase after the boar. After resting for a bit, he continued walking.

On the way, he encountered various beasts, but they were all ordinary and easily scared away. After about five hours of climbing, he reached the lake. Blessed Lake was large and crescent-shaped. White stone formed its shore, giving the feeling of a sacred place. The lake water remained still, as it had for centuries. It was somewhere here that he had set up his inheritance. Upon seeing the lake, he started remembering things. In the past, an abundance of blessed shell shrimp lived in Blessed Lake. These were very tasty and easy to catch. More importantly, their shells could grow to rank one! Many took them away and raised them, and in time there were no longer any blessed shell shrimp living in Blessed Lake.

While walking along the shore, various memories surfaced. He remembered his final moments clearly, but things like his family, his past and his name were still murky. He mainly used his title towards the latter half of his life. Nevertheless, he still had a feeling. This place held some significance to him once. He furrowed his brows and murmured: "But why, all the shrimp had already been taken away before I was even born." He continued walking.

Soon, he stumbled upon a large rock split in two. He stood still. This cut was done by him, a long time ago. Right, he had trained here. The day he managed to cut the rock, was the day he left the mountain. He touched the rock. Blood, sweat and tears were shed here.

He unsheathed his sword and took a stance. The sword was raised above his head, shimmering in the sunset light. In a perfect motion, it swung down, forming a smooth arc.

For a moment, nothing happened. Suddenly, the two stone halves started vibrating. And then, they crumbled, revealing a large amount of swords. His swords. Among them was one that emitted a special glow. Its blade was white, with blue patterns flowing from the hilt to the tip. This was rank two flowing river sword. He could hold it and swing it around, but could not unleash its ability. "This sword feels familiar, I definitely used it a lot in my previous life. I must have sealed it here after advancing to rank three." The person that had wielded flowing river sword. The person that trained endlessly beside the lake. The person that cut the giant rock in two. That person had a name. His eyes shone: "I remember clearly now. I am the Blue Sword, Bo Qing!"