The bright moonlight illuminated the land, cloaking the quiet little town in a silver glow.
At this moment, Sun Bing also slowly made his way to his residence. It was quite secluded, considered a very remote part of the entire Sun Family. If not for the bright moonlight, he might not even have seen the way back.
Driving his pain-riddled body, Sun Bing carefully sat down, then took out some pain relief medicine and skillfully applied it to himself. Before long, the dilapidated small house was filled with a pungent, unpleasant medicinal smell.
Because the pain in his body was too intense, Sun Bing found it difficult to fall asleep for a while. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh. This time of the month was always his most agonizing period, but with the night still deep, there was nothing he could do for the moment.
After a long time, and carefully checking that there were no outsiders around, Sun Bing cautiously retrieved an item from a hidden compartment under his bed.
This item looked like a box, but it was only thumb-sized, completely black, as if hiding countless Profound Truths. Staring at the small box before him, Sun Bing was momentarily lost in thought.
Sun Bing held a secret that no one else knew: he was not originally from this world. He was once an orphan on Earth. It was during a trip that he obtained this miniature box, and an accident occurred.
Thus, he Transmigrated to another world—a world where martial arts were revered, where the strong could do as they pleased, without any laws or regulations. Everything depended on one's own strength.
Initially, Sun Bing was quite excited about Transmigrating to this world. He fantasized about becoming like the protagonists in novels, Cultivating to become stronger, then wielding a three-foot sword and roaming the Jianghu, or finding a confidante to accompany him through the Jianghu.
But reality quickly shattered his beautiful fantasies for the future. Because he was Innately frail, he simply couldn't endure the pain of Cultivation. If he forced it, the ultimate result would be the collapse of his Physical Body. This meant he could only look up to those high and mighty Cultivators his entire life.
If it were just that, it wouldn't be so bad. After all, he had never experienced the taste of Cultivation, so becoming an ordinary person from then on would also be fine.
What's more, his father was a Guest Elder of the Sun Family, powerful in strength. As long as Sun Bing didn't seek death, he could live as a wealthy young master in Luoyun Town, living a stable life for an entire lifetime.
But then bad news came: his father had fallen in a Family war against an outside force. Thus, Sun Bing became an orphan. In the end, out of consideration for his father's hard work and great achievements, the Family Head took Sun Bing as his adopted son, allowing him to barely survive in the large Sun Family.
Even so, Sun Bing's life was quite unsatisfactory. Because that adopted father, after meeting him only on the first day, never visited Sun Bing again. This indifferent attitude made others' treatment of Sun Bing subtle.
Leaving aside his status as an adopted son, in the end, Sun Bing was merely the son of a Guest Elder. There was no Bloodline connection between him and the direct or collateral lines of the Sun Family. In short, he was an outsider. If his father were still alive, then out of deference to his strength, others wouldn't dare say much.
But as the saying goes, when the person leaves, the tea gets cold. His father had already died in battle, which meant there was no one to support him. Coupled with Sun Bing's lack of Aptitude for Cultivation, gradually, the direct line began to look down on him, then the collateral lines looked down on him, and finally, it escalated to the point where even the Family's servants could step on him to vent their anger.
Up to now, it could be said that Sun Bing was at the very bottom of the Sun Family.
Ten years of tempering had made Sun Bing's will incredibly firm. Especially his desire to become stronger was more intense than anyone else's, but he was reduced to a cripple because he couldn't Cultivate.
Through these years of understanding, Sun Bing had a rough idea that the land beneath his feet was called the Divine Continent. Its area was boundless, and countless strong individuals emerged from it. Even ordinary people, without illness or disaster, had a lifespan of 150 years.
Cultivators, however, were even more transcendent. As long as you could Cultivate, you were superior. The Realms of Cultivation were divided into:
Body Tempering, Qi Training, Transformation Realm, and Transcendence.
As for what lay beyond, Sun Bing himself didn't know, because not only had he never seen it, but even the strongest person in the entire Luoyun Town had only just broken through to Qi Training and reached Transformation Realm.
But even a person at Body Tempering First Layer was several times stronger than an ordinary person. For example, Sun Yang, who beat Sun Bing every month, was at the Body Tempering Third Layer Realm. Forget one Sun Bing, even if ten of them went together, they couldn't defeat Sun Yang. This was also the reason why he endured.
Although Sun Bing hadn't given up, for so many years, in order to become stronger, he practiced Basic Swordplay day after day. Even if he had to rest after each practice, now, ten years later, it had no effect. He was still the same useless person everyone could bully.
At the thought of the word 'useless,' Sun Bing couldn't help but show a bitter smile: "Will I really be like this my whole life? If so, then why did you let me Transmigrate here?"
When he spoke the last sentence, Sun Bing's face was even a little distorted. Others, at the very least, were fallen Geniuses, but he, from beginning to end, was a cripple. He had never enjoyed a single day of good treatment and had been suffering ever since he came to this world.
However, no sooner had his voice fallen than the moonlight shone on the black box. To Sun Bing's surprise, the black box, which had remained unchanged for ten thousand years, actually began to emit a faint glow. The light grew brighter and brighter, and then Sun Bing directly fainted.
After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes. He had thought that ten years of endurance meant nothing could shake his mind anymore, but now his eyes were clearly filled with surprise and excitement, because just now, he had received a piece of information in his mind.
This small box was actually a sword case, containing all the precious swords from ancient China. Although it had awakened long ago, it was only brought out today, so Sun Bing only knew about it now.
Sun Bing didn't care about any of this. What excited him most was that there was also a Cultivation Technique in his mind, named "Sword Grinding Art."
This Cultivation Technique's name came from 'ten years to grind a sword.' It required practicing Basic Swordplay day after day for a full ten years, and then combining it with a unique method of circulation to master it.
After that, one could begin to absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to temper oneself. The most important thing was that there were no Cultivation restrictions, meaning that even if Sun Bing's body was exceptionally frail, Cultivating this Cultivation Technique could still open the path of Cultivation.
One must know that during these ten years, Sun Bing had practiced Basic Swordplay day after day. Even though he knew there was no chance, he never stopped, rain or shine. All he lacked was an opportunity.
Now that it was clear, the accumulation of ten years would surely erupt and be truly astounding.
"Sword Grinding Art" was like a bright lamp in the dark night, instantly illuminating Sun Bing's confused mind. Without hesitation, Sun Bing immediately ran to the small courtyard to practice.
The Body Tempering Realm on the Divine Continent was divided into one to nine layers, serving as the Foundation for thousands of Cultivation methods. After all, the body is the capital of everything; only with a good body can one Cultivate to higher Realms.
Layers one to three were the Early Stage, where one used basic Cultivation Techniques to temper oneself, gaining an initial glimpse into the Profound Truth of the Physical Body, and then being able to perfectly control the strength of one's body.
Layers four to six involved nourishing Qi into the body, drawing Qi for Body Refining, using Qi to warm and nourish the Physical Body, making oneself stronger.
Layers seven to nine required controlling True Qi, allowing Qi to flow through the eight extraordinary meridians, penetrating the Dantian, reaching a state of internal and external unity, paving the way for the subsequent Qi Training Realm.
In the night, Sun Bing stood holding a wooden sword, slowly beginning to practice Basic Swordplay. But now his spirit was completely different from the morning. Although the swordplay was the same, even an ordinary person could see the huge difference.
In the morning, because he only practiced according to his own understanding, although the Moves were skilled enough, his spirit was scattered, unable to integrate all his spirit into the sword. At best, it was just a show, with no destructive power whatsoever.
But at this moment, looking from afar, Sun Bing was like a firefly in the night, attracting attention. A simple Basic Swordplay, practiced ten times slower than before, but after each Move, the entire person's spirit received a certain improvement.
This was because he had practiced Basic Swordplay for a full ten years, like a dull sword without an edge. And this "Sword Grinding Art" was like a whetstone. Following the method on it, he began to practice the sword. Each movement was a tempering, gradually helping him to sharpen his blade.
No matter how slow the speed, before long, after completing a set of swordplay, Sun Bing closed his eyes slightly and stood there dumbfounded. But at this moment, his body seemed to have broken through a layer of membrane, instantly reaching Body Tempering First Layer.
The original Sun Bing could only be considered an ordinary Mortal, at most quite persistent, but ultimately lacking the proper method. Now, after the tempering of "Sword Grinding Art," he had transformed into a sharp blade, even flashing with a cold light, as if proclaiming to the world that ten years of grinding a sword had finally succeeded.
This was the result of ten years of accumulation, and there was even some reserve strength. However, out of concern for his unstable Foundation, Sun Bing still needed to thoroughly familiarize himself with his current body. Once stabilized, he would definitely be able to raise his Realm again.
Although he was currently only at Body Tempering First Layer, Sun Bing's heart was filled with excitement. Feeling the immense power within his body, he deeply realized his former ignorance. It turned out that having power was so wonderful.
One must know that even at his current Body Tempering First Layer, he wouldn't need to worry at all if ten of his former selves came to attack him. And this was just the first step of Cultivation! Sun Bing couldn't help but grip the wooden sword in his hand.
His eyes shone with a dazzling light. In the future, I must possess even greater power, and no one will ever be able to humiliate me again. Since I already have the qualification to become stronger, I must firmly grasp my destiny in my own hands.
As for those who had humiliated him in his mind, at the thought of this, Sun Bing's lips curled into a cold smile.