Lu Sheng slowly woke up from his blurry consciousness.
"Hmm … where … is this place?" He looked around.
Previously, in the space-time vortex, he flew straight in the direction the formation had locked onto, and soon encountered the first world aperture floating in that direction.
In the space-time vortex, the positions of the worlds were mostly fixed, and there would not be many changes.
What changed was the vortex, and within the vortex were passages connecting different worlds. However, these passages would have different entrances and exits at all times, used to connect different worlds.
The previous entrance and exit would not be the same as the next one.
This was the complexity of the space-time vortex.
"But I clearly entered that aperture, why did I suddenly faint?" Lu Sheng had not felt dizzy for a long time. Ever since his martial arts reached a certain level, he had never encountered a dangerous situation like losing consciousness again.
When he woke up, he slowly straightened his body, and found himself lying in an ancient bedroom that looked quite historical.
His body was covered with a thick grayish-white quilt, and the walls around him had peeled off, revealing the mottled grayish-black underneath.
Opposite the bed was the window, and faint shouts could be heard from outside the window.
A grayish-green uniform hung on the wall to the right, looking like the uniform of some ancient organization. A slender, silver-gray longsword hung on the side of the uniform.
With his eyesight, Lu Sheng could clearly see a line of small words engraved on the scabbard: Leaf Mountain Sword Sect. The words were his instinctive knowledge of this body's memories.
"Right, where are the other memories?!" He frowned. This was the first time, the first time he had arrived here, and he did not have most of the merged memories of this body.
Lu Sheng lifted the quilt, got off the bed, and stood up straight. He looked down at his current torso.
On the surface, he looked a little muscular, but he was still on the thin side. There was not much fat under the skin, and he looked very capable.
Lu Sheng tried hard to recall how he had fainted. He couldn't even remember a single thing.
It seemed like he had just charged into the world aperture, and then crashed into something hard, and completely lost consciousness.
For an existence of his level to suddenly lose consciousness for no reason was simply inconceivable.
In addition, he couldn't even find his memories after descending, which was a little troublesome.
Lu Sheng's Divine Soul circled around his body and quickly found out the strength of this world's laws.
"It's about a third of the Demonic Realm … So high?!" The previous pure martial arts world only had a tenth of the rule strength of the Demonic Realm.
But this world could actually reach one-third of it! This was already very powerful.
Without the memory fusion, Lu Sheng began to search around the room. Soon, he found the general information of this young body in a drawer.
An identity nameplate and a swordsmanship booklet filled with various notes and insights.
When he saw these two items, Lu Sheng instantly felt a slight tremor in his body. Immediately, many intermittent images flashed through his mind.
This was the memory imprint of the physical body itself. Memory was not only recorded by the soul, the physical body also had a similar function, but it was not as powerful as the brain.
About ten minutes later, Lu Sheng roughly sorted out and absorbed the remaining memory fragments, and roughly understood his current situation.
His body's name was Chen Ziluo, and he was an ordinary disciple of the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect.
There were not many disciples in the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect, and their swordsmanship was agile and varied.
In the current martial arts world, the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect was ranked second among the famous orthodox sects. Other than Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei, the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect was the most famous of which was the Seven Mountain Martial Alliance.
"Shaolin? Wudang? Emei? This world looks a little familiar … "Lu Sheng took the standard long sword from the wall, and gently pulled it out to take a look. It was a very ordinary blade.
This body, Chen Ziluo, was considered a second-batch disciple in the sword sect, and usually practiced martial arts with the sect leader's junior brother, Du Fengzi.
Chen Ziluo entered the sword sect five years ago, and since then, he had learned a total of three swordsmanship.
The Light Luo Sword Technique, the Muslin Dream Sword Technique, and the Skylark Flower Feather Sword that he had only learned for the third swordsmanship.
Among these three swordsmanship, the Skylark Flower Feather Sword was a true core swordsmanship in the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect. It was a superior-grade swordsmanship that only official disciples were qualified to learn.
However, it was unknown why this Chen Ziluo suddenly disappeared after receiving the superior-grade swordsmanship, and Lu Sheng arrived.
After sorting out the situation, Lu Sheng put on the sect's disciple uniform, carried the long sword on his back, and slowly walked out of the bedroom.
Outside was a small courtyard that looked like a siheyuan. There was a well in the middle of the courtyard, and there were already two young men practicing swordsmanship by the well.
The morning sun illuminated half of the courtyard with a pale gold color.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Chen!" When the two young men saw Lu Sheng coming out, they immediately put down their swords and bowed.
"Mm." Lu Sheng did not know who these two were, but that did not stop him from easily using the psychological guidance art to obtain the information he needed from them.
After standing at the door and chatting with the two for a while, Lu Sheng had a rough understanding of the situation in this world.
This place was extremely strange!
Not only were there Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei, there were also many sects that he was familiar with, such as the Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Blade, Iron Palm, Beggar Sect, and so on.
The entire environment was similar to the situation in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer. The imperial court was corrupt, and its control over the martial world was extremely low.
The martial world relied on the four righteous sects to maintain order. These four sects were Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, and Seven Mountain Martial Alliance.
'Isn't Seven Mountain Martial Alliance the Five Mountain Sword Sect?' A thought flashed through Lu Sheng's mind.
Another point was that there was no Heaven and Earth Qi or energy here.
It was the same as when he was on Yellow Springs Planet.
Apart from gas, there was no special energy in the air. Therefore, the inner force that absorbed the natural essence of the world was useless here other than to calm the mind.
In fact, the majority of the martial arts here were external martial techniques that relied on physical parameters such as speed and strength.
After understanding this, Lu Sheng bid farewell to the two new disciples, hurriedly washed up, and slowly left the courtyard.
He learned from the two disciples that he, Chen Ziluo, was going to participate in the minor meeting of the sects today.
Chen Ziluo's master was Du Fengzi, Zhao Han. In the sect, he belonged to Du Fengzi's branch. The entire Leaf Mountain Sword Sect had a total of four branches, and his master, Du Fengzi, was only from one of them.
The four branches would hold a minor competition every year to test the strength of each disciple. At the same time, it was to increase the sense of competition and increase the disciples' motivation to practice martial arts.
There were four people in Du Fengzi's branch. Two of them were still chasing an evil path expert in the south and could not return in time. Therefore, this minor competition was led by Du Fengzi's first disciple, Ning Mei.
Chen Ziluo, who was now Lu Sheng, was ranked third among the four disciples. He was not eye-catching.
Although he was considered an important figure among the ordinary disciples, in the eyes of the other branches, he was only a mediocre disciple whose name was known.
With Chen Ziluo's standard, in the Jianghu, he would only be the background of those rising stars and genius swordsmen, or the followers of junior brothers and sisters.
Other than being used to show off the strength of the rising geniuses in group fights, there was no other use.
Other than the courtyard, Lu Sheng quickly found his senior sister, Ning Mei, who was eating meat buns and drinking soy milk in a bun shop on the right side of the residential area.
"Want a bowl?" Ning Mei was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. She was not considered beautiful, but overall, she gave people a sense of calmness and rationality.
Sitting on the seat, her right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword on the table, and only her left hand slowly ate the bun.
"No, thank you, Senior Sister Ning." Lu Sheng shook his head and sat on the seat beside her, waiting for her to finish eating.
Ning Mei was born in a wealthy merchant family. Since she was young, she only had one daughter, so she was raised as a son. Therefore, she became very fond of playing with swords and spears. Later, she was sent to Leaf Mountain Sword Sect to learn martial arts.
"You seem to have changed. Did you have a breakthrough in your swordsmanship?" Ning Mei's eyes were sharp, and she immediately saw the difference between Lu Sheng and the past.
Not to mention anything else, just in terms of temperament, Lu Sheng was very different from the previous Chen Ziluo.
Chen Ziluo was originally honest and introverted. He did not like to talk, and he was a little timid when he met her.
But now, Lu Sheng was sitting next to her in a natural manner, without the slightest hint of fear.
"It's okay. I have some understanding," Lu Sheng replied.
Ning Mei nodded and did not speak anymore. She just kept eating the meat buns. Lu Sheng was thinking about Chen Ziluo's true karma and will.
Once he came here, he was faced with the dilemma of not being able to find Chen Ziluo's remnant soul. If he could not find the remnant soul, he did not know what karma to complete to merge with the spirit.
The two ate breakfast. As the leader, Ning Mei took Lu Sheng out of the neighborhood where they lived. Soon, a disciple in gray and white clothes came to lead the way.
Lu Sheng was thinking about Chen Ziluo's karma along the way, and what happened this time. Why did his consciousness go into a coma when he descended?
Until the three of them walked to a tall manor with black tiles and white walls, Lu Sheng finally found the last memory of Chen Ziluo's body that was deeply hidden. The nervous memory scattered in the body and internal organs were gathered together and formed a memory fragment that could be read.
"Congenital heart disease?" After Lu Sheng got the memory, he was slightly confused. Not only did he have a heart disease, but Chen Ziluo also had a strange state of mind that had no desires and no love in life.
"No karma? No will? "He found the original Chen Ziluo's karma from the cells of this body.
That meant he had no will. The original Chen Ziluo lived in this world only to practice sword skills, eat, and sleep.
He responded to his family's expectations, responded to his teacher's expectations, but he never responded to his own needs. His life was boring and meaningless.
The moment he followed Ning Mei into the manor, Lu Sheng looked up at the dazzling sunlight above his head.
"To live an extraordinary life … huh?"
This was Chen Ziluo's wish. A very weak obsession, a very light karma.
Lu Sheng even felt that even if he did not complete it, he could absorb about 50% of the soul power.
"Greetings, Master!" At this time, Ning Mei cupped her hands and bowed to a kind old man with a white beard.
Lu Sheng came back to his senses and hurriedly bowed to the old man.
"Greetings, Master."
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