Serial Number: ph 0332145
Name: Wang Yan
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Character Setting: Parents died early. Taken in by Aojian Villa at the age of twelve. Unfortunately, his aptitude is mediocre. Five years after entering the sect, he is still an outer handyman disciple. Every day, he goes back and forth between the outer martial arts practice field and the Fine Iron Cave in the back of the mountain, practicing his basic skills and mining.
Cultivation: Early-stage of Physical Body
Martial Arts: Third Level of Sword Origin Heart Sutra, first three styles of Blood Sword Finger.
All items: One set of Aojian Villa handyman disciple uniform, two copper coins, one pickaxe, two pieces of fine iron ores.
Special Setting: X additional variable program, specific function unknown.
Evaluation: Low-level native. Initial EXP provided. Character does not have the ability to copy only because of X additional variable program.
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Wang Yan did not have a past. His past was blank, but he never thought about his past. He was always busy, either practicing or mining, or on his way to practice or mine. He spent every day in this way until he fell asleep at night. The string of information above would repeatedly appear, telling him who he was and what he should do. The cycle continued like this, so he did not have a future, until …
.....
"Ding, ding, ding …"
In the long and narrow mine, the sound of pickaxes hitting the stones extended from the entrance of the cave to hundreds of meters deep in the cave. Occasionally, there was a slight dripping sound, which was the sound of sweat dripping. It was already May. The sun outside was scorching hot, so naturally, it was even more stuffy in the mine. Therefore, the handyman disciples working hard in the cave were all sweating profusely. Wang Yan was no exception. It could even be said that he sweated the most because he was in the deepest part of the cave.
"Damn it, it's only May and it's already so hot. If we wait until the hottest days of the year, we'll die of heat in this cave!"
A grumbling voice came from not too far away from Wang Yan. Wang Yan didn't even need to look. As soon as he heard the voice, information about the owner of the voice naturally appeared in his mind: Liu Xiangyi, nineteen years old, crew cut, short, entered the sect three years ago, average aptitude, cultivation similar to his own, martial arts slightly better.
On the surface, Wang Yan didn't show any reaction. He just wiped the sweat off his face and raised the hoe again. However, there were some changes in his heart. The weather was getting hotter, and he was sweating more and more. His stamina was being depleted faster. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to finish today's work until nightfall.
"That's right, but who asked us to be Odd Job Disciples? If we could be promoted to Mountain Guardian Disciples, we wouldn't have to suffer like this."
"How could it be that easy? To become a disciple guarding the mountain, one must at least open six meridians and be able to use the Sword Treading Steps. Is Lightness Skill that easy to learn?"
Voices of twos and threes echoed Liu Xiangyi's complaints. Information about the owner of these voices appeared in Wang Yan's mind. He still didn't show any reaction on the surface, but in his heart, he was thinking: Mountain Guardian Disciple, I want that too.
"I say, do you all have nothing better to do? If you have the time to talk, why don't you finish what you're doing and go back to cultivate? The annual Sword Festival Ceremony is just around the corner. If you can make a name for yourself at that time, you might even be promoted to become an inner disciple, let alone a disciple who's guarding the mountain."
A loud voice shouted. Wang Yan knew that it was Fang Jiannian's voice. This person was twenty years old and had a good aptitude. Although he was older, it had been less than a year since he joined the sect. His cultivation and martial arts were both a level higher than Wang Yan's, and he was already one of the most powerful Odd Job Disciples.
Fang Jiannian had a high prestige among the Odd Job Disciples. As soon as he spoke, the others didn't say a word. However, this guy was a little unwilling to let it go. He continued, "An inch of time is an inch of gold. In the path of martial arts, the most important thing is to be diligent. If you don't want to be a Odd Job Disciple forever, then don't waste your time. Don't be like some people who have been in the sect for five years and are still at the bottom. They have already dug to the deepest part of the cave.
"Ding!"
Wang Yan hit the pickaxe heavily on the mountain wall and then turned his head slightly. With the dim light from the oil lamp on the mountain wall behind him, he could see that everyone around him was looking at him at this moment, especially the tall Fang Jiannian who was a little further away. The contempt and disdain in his eyes were clearly reflected in Wang Yan's pupils.
"Let's get to work. Everyone should cherish their time. Don't become a good-for-nothing like him in the end."
"Ding, ding, ding …"
Only the sound of the pickaxe hitting the rock could be heard in the mine. However, Wang Yan didn't move at all. He lowered his head. Although his expression didn't change, his hands that were holding the pickaxe were tightly clenched, and even his joints made a slight sound.
A good-for-nothing?
Wang Yan only felt a flame rising from his heart, but the spreading flame brought a strong bitterness. He wanted to roar, but in the end, he only asked himself in his heart, "Why is my Sword Origin Heart Sutra always stuck at the third level? Why can't I break through? Why can't I learn the fourth style of the Blood Sword Finger? Why am I still the worst among the Odd Job Disciples after five years in the sect? Why? Why? Why?!!!
It was destined that Wang Yan couldn't get an answer. His past was a blank. Apart from the repetitive life of two points and one line, there was nothing else. However, he still stood there blankly, desperately trying to get an answer. Until the violent shouts and screams coming from the entrance of the mine pulled him out of this sluggish state of madness.
"Kill!"
The shouts of killing suddenly sounded, followed by the screams in the mine. The Odd Job Disciples beside Wang Yan all stopped mining and silently rushed towards the entrance of the mine with pickaxes in their hands. When Wang Yan came back to his senses and raised his head, he was the only one left in the deepest part of the mine. Other than the screams in his ears, he could faintly see a throbbing white light not far away. With every throbbing of the white light, blood splattered everywhere. One by one, the Odd Job Disciples that Wang Yan was familiar with fell to the ground.
Is that a sword light? Did someone kill their way into the Aojian Villa?
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Wang Yan almost instinctively clenched the pickaxe in his hand. Just like the Odd Job Disciples before him, he wanted to fight. However, just as he took a step forward with his left foot, his whole body stopped like a malfunctioning machine. He stood there with a strange expression. The reason for this was because of an inexplicable thought in his mind.
'If I go up like this, I'll be killed like Liu Xiangyi and Li Jin, right?
Death? Death! '
Wang Yan didn't really understand what 'death' meant, but he was afraid from the bottom of his heart. However, he didn't know what to do. He just stood there strangely without moving. However, the situation in the field didn't change according to his will. The throbbing white light was getting closer and closer. Following that, a figure actually dashed towards the depths of the mine.
"Interesting, this monster can actually run away by itself."
An unfamiliar voice came into Wang Yan's ears. Before the voice died away, the owner of the white light also dashed towards the depths of the mine. In an instant, Wang Yan saw clearly that the first figure was Fang Jiannian. The guy who regarded him as trash was running for his life towards the depths of the mine with a face full of fear. Not far behind Fang Jiannian, a fair-skinned man wearing a navy blue robe and a jade crown was holding a long sword in his hand. His body was approaching Fang Jiannian at an extremely fast speed like a swimming fish.
Qing Gong!
With just a glance, Wang Yan was sure that the person holding the long sword had Qing Gong. Fang Jiannian definitely wouldn't be able to dodge it. Moreover, Fang Jiannian had killed several people in a row. If he was discovered, it would be hard for him to escape death. What should he do? What should he do?!
In a split second, Wang Yan turned his head abruptly. Then, as if he had an idea, he picked up the pickaxe in his hand and hacked it towards the oil lamp on the mountain wall behind him.
Crack.
The oil lamp fell. Following that, Wang Yan stepped forward and extinguished the wick. The deepest part of the mine suddenly turned dark and fell into complete darkness. A moment later, a strong wind rushed in from the corner not far ahead. Wang Yan knew that Fang Jiannian was approaching.
"He even knows to extinguish the lamp. Interesting. Maybe I've encountered a legendary low-level, high-intelligence elite monster today. It seems that there's a chance that a secret manual will be dropped."
Just behind Fang Jiannian, the fair-skinned man followed closely. Through the faint sword light reflected by the long sword in his hand, Wang Yan could vaguely see that the man actually jumped up after he finished speaking. He soared into the air like an eagle soaring in the sky. His long sword was aimed at Fang Jiannian's back, but Fang Jiannian ignored it and continued to run forward.
Screech.
In the next moment, the sound of a sharp sword piercing into flesh was heard. The long sword in the fair-skinned man's hand pierced through Fang Jiannian's heart. Fang Jiannian stopped, and the fear on his face froze. His mouth twitched slightly, and he let out a soft moan. His whole body gradually fell to the ground.
At such a close distance, Wang Yan watched as the previously arrogant Fang Jiannian died just like that. His heart twitched violently, and the fear of death in his heart grew even stronger.
"Sword Stepping Steps? There really is a secret manual! "
The fair-skinned man's voice was full of surprise. He stopped for a moment and reached out to explore a certain part of Fang Jiannian's body. But at this moment, Wang Yan moved. The extreme fear did not make him dazed again. Under the shadow of death, he actually lowered his body and rushed out like a wild bull. In an instant, he crashed into Fang Jiannian's arms, who had not completely fallen to the ground. Then, he wrapped his arms around Fang Jiannian's waist and pushed him forward with all his might. In the sound of 'screech', Fang Jiannian's body went straight to the hilt of the long sword.
"There's another monster?"
The sudden change shocked the fair-skinned man. But before he could finish his sentence, he felt a sudden pain in his right leg. It was Wang Yan who let go of Fang Jiannian and rolled on the ground. The pickaxe in his hand swept towards the fair-skinned man's lower body. Caught off guard, the fair-skinned man's right ankle was hit by the pickaxe.
"Ah!"
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