The Proud Path to Immortality

Chapter 1: Falling Gold Brick

It was night and the sky was covered by dark clouds. In the distance, deafening thunder could be heard.

Wang Yi walked out of the casino. Looking at his gloomy face, he knew that he had lost all the protection fees he collected.

Collecting protection fees was a very risky thing to do. If he met someone who was difficult to get along with, he might have to go to the hospital.

Even though his "job" was so dangerous, the benefits he received were extremely meager.

Although he received a lot, most of it had to be handed over to the Longhu Gang. Without a strong backer, how could he keep collecting protection fees?

Dream on!

He cursed as he walked back to the Longhu Gang. As he walked, he kicked the pebbles along the way.

At this moment, he wished that there was a pile of money on the road for him to pick up. Even if it was thrown at him, he didn't care.

Just as he was thinking this, a piece of gold suddenly fell from the sky and smashed right in front of him.

He was so scared that he stood there in a daze. After a few seconds, he came back to his senses and cursed at the sky, "F * ck, which bastard wants to kill me?!

It wasn't easy for me to raise you. F * ck, you son of a b * tch … "Before he could finish cursing, a bolt of lightning struck in front of him and a large hole appeared in the ground. He jumped in fright." Could it be that it was thrown by the heavens? "He couldn't help but think.

He shrunk his head and swallowed the words in his stomach. He shut his mouth tightly.

If he cursed again and the heavens struck him with lightning, wouldn't that be asking for death?

Finally, he turned his attention to the gold.

It was a Little Sword plated with gold. It was only the size of his palm.

Perhaps it was an accessory, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't think of where to hang it.

Who cares, can't you see the gold on it? It's fine as long as it can be sold.

Living at the bottom of society, who could expect him to have any high class thoughts?!

Thinking about this, he reached out to pick up the gold-plated accessory.

"Hey!"

A strained voice came out from his mouth. He was a strong nineteen year old youth. It didn't make sense that he couldn't even pick up a small gold-plated sword.

He rubbed his slightly cloudy eyes and opened them forcefully.

The scene just now might have been an illusion, but this time, he had to pick it up!

He rolled up his sleeves, spat on his palms, and rubbed them hard.

He reached out to the Little Sword again, grasped it, and pulled it up.

His face darkened. He quickly stretched out his left hand and used both hands to exert strength on the Little Sword.

"Mmm …" His face was flushed red as he groaned.

"Bang!" He used too much strength and loosened his grip, causing him to fall on his butt.

What was going on?

Was he dreaming?

It was an accessory that even a child could afford, yet he, as an adult, had spent a lot of effort to obtain it, but to no avail.

He slapped himself in the face.

"Ah!" He used a little too much strength, and his face was a little red and swollen.

This was not a dream!

Then what was this thing? Could it be Black Iron?

Only the Xuantie in wuxia novels could be so heavy.

"Hehe."

He mocked himself, "I'm not a child anymore. Why would I believe in wuxia novels and millennia old Xuantie?

No matter what the reason is, I should think of a way to sell this thing first! "This thing was not ordinary and was not within his scope of knowledge.

Maybe someone else would recognize it. Moreover, this Little Sword was plated with a layer of gold. Even if it was not a good thing, this gold would definitely bring him some benefits.

However, this thing could not be moved, and he could not find a buyer. If he left like this and came back tomorrow, someone might take advantage of it. No, he had to find a proper way.

After a long time, he finally made a decision. He would bury this hole first and find someone to buy it tomorrow.

He did as he said. He found a piece of scrap metal and used it as a shovel.

He dug around the Little Sword, and the Little Sword slid down.

He covered it with soil and stomped on it until it was no different from the soil next to it.

When he got up and was about to leave, he suddenly realized that he was too tired.

When he picked up the sword, he put in too much effort, and then he dug the hole. Most importantly, he lost a lot of money today. This was not something that the Little Sword could fill.

Physical exhaustion was nothing, but mental exhaustion was another category.

Once a person felt mentally tired, even if he had just woken up, he would feel very tired. Wang Yi was in this situation now.

Forget it, I'll sleep here for the night. It's better to prevent the Little Sword from being taken away.

He persuaded himself like this.

So, he fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Time passed by, and Wang Yi fell asleep.

He became a rich man. His house, swimming pool, and garden were all made of gold bricks.

The golden light scattered in all directions.

He sat on the golden chair and enjoyed all of this.

"Get up, don't sit on me!"

This somewhat displeased voice startled him. He lowered his head to look at the golden chair, only to see a small gilded sword on it. He realized that the voice came from the sword, and instantly became furious. "What's the use of a broken sword to make such a fuss?!

Saying so, he stood on the golden chair and stepped on the sword. "The Little Sword suddenly stood up and pointed the tip of the sword at his foot.

This sudden change scared him and made him break out in a cold sweat. He quickly stopped his foot that was hanging in the air.

Fortunately, he was not fast, or else he would have cried but had no tears.

He quickly changed his attitude, and like an obedient child, he asked in a disgusting voice and tone. "Are you talking?"

The voice from the sword was filled with deep disdain. "Nonsense, if it's not me, then it's you!" Wang Yi naturally heard the disdain in the speaker's voice, but he did not care.

As a man, he could have nothing, but he must have the awareness of being shameless. A shameless person is invincible in the world!

"Hey, hey, of course it's you talking!

But, why can a sword like you talk? This doesn't make sense. "

"Actually, I'm not a sword, I'm the sword spirit of this sword. I'm the sword spirit of this lightning sword.

My name was Shura when I was alive. "Saying so, a green smoke came out from the sword, and a person appeared out of thin air.

This person had the demeanor of a transcendent being, making people have an impulse to prostrate themselves in worship.

Wang Yi controlled his inner consciousness and looked at the person in front of him.

This is the sword spirit Shura. Staring at the old man, Wang Yi asked, "What is a sword spirit?"

Seeing that Wang Yi was not calm, Shura did not point it out. "A sword spirit is the spiritual nature of a sword. With a sword spirit, the sword is' alive '.

Let's put it this way, without a sword spirit, the sword is a dead object. It has no consciousness and has no right to choose its master.

But with a sword spirit, the sword's quality goes up a level and its power is greatly increased. Most importantly, it can cultivate like a cultivator and become a sword immortal.

Generally speaking, there are two kinds of sword spirits. One is formed naturally under special circumstances under the influence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The other is when a person's primordial spirit enters the body of the sword and becomes a sword spirit. I belong to the latter. "

Wang Yi nodded as if he understood. This was similar to the description in wuxia novels, so it was not too difficult to understand.

"This lightning sword was originally a high level battle qi master's weapon. It has infinite power, but there was an accident. My master died and I became an object without a master." Saying so, Shura's sword showed some sadness and fear.

But Wang Yi did not notice.

"High level battle qi master?

What is this thing? "Wang Yi was like an angry child as he asked.

"High level battle qi master is a cultivation level. The cultivation levels are divided into: Beginner Qi Cultivator, Primary Qi Cultivator, Middle Qi Cultivator, High Qi Cultivator … and each level is further divided into Early, Middle, Late, and Great Perfection." Wang Yi was puzzled.

He wanted to continue asking and clarify everything, but Shura did not give him the chance. "Why did I tell you so much? You are not a cultivator. Forget it, you can go. I want to sleep." Saying so, Shura's figure disappeared. No matter how Wang Yi called, he did not come out.

"Boom!" A bolt of lightning struck next to Wang Lei, startling him awake from his dream.

He was still in shock as he looked at the charred tree next to him. He secretly rejoiced. If the lightning had missed by even a little bit, his little life would have ended here.

At this time, the three words "lightning sword" appeared in his mind.

Just now, he seemed to have had a dream, but it also seemed to be real.

"High level Qi Cultivator, Lightning Sword, cultivator, Shura." He silently repeated these words.

He felt that this was not a dream. This could be real because his heart was clearly fluctuating. This was different from waking up from a dream.

"Shura, are you there?" He shouted towards the sky.

However, other than the continuous sound of thunder, there was nothing else.

He needed an answer.

He decided to dig up the Little Sword buried in the ground and see if he could find anything different.

Thus, he waved his tired hands and dug deep into the ground. He threw out the soil, revealing the Little Sword's original form in front of him.

He carefully looked at the Little Sword, trying to find some evidence from it to confirm whether or not everything was a dream.

However, he could not find anything. The Little Sword was still the same, without any changes.

Could it really be a dream?

He was puzzled.

He shouted towards the Little Sword: "Shura, where are you?

Was everything just a dream?

Or was it all real? "However, the only response he got was still the sound of thunder in the sky.

After a while, the rain started to fall, drenching his head. He seemed to be awake.

"I'm really stupid. As a person living in the 21st century, how could I believe in such a bizarre thing?" Looking at his hands covered in dirt, he shook his head and laughed, "I'd better cover it up with dirt!"

Just as he bent down, he suddenly thought, "Since everything just now was a dream, then this gold brick weighing more than a thousand pounds, could it also be an illusion?" He tried to pick up the gold brick again, but the gold brick still did not change.