After the great catastrophe, Qi and blood were respected, and martial arts flourished.
Lu Chen traveled through time and became an insignificant administrator in the underground archives of Third Martial Arts High School.
While others were working hard to temper their energy and blood in order to be admitted to the University of Martial Arts, Lu Chen just wanted to drink tea quietly among the piles of old paper and sweep the floor.
Until one day, an out-of-control student knocked down a steel bookshelf weighing hundreds of kilograms.
Lu Chen was so "frightened" that he slipped and threw out a thick-covered book, which got stuck between the load-bearing shafts and saved his life.
Everyone thought it was just good luck.
No one knew that the hundreds of pages of paper inside the seemingly intact thick book had been turned into dust by an extremely terrifying restrained concussive force.
"I really just want to be quiet and organize my archives."
Looking at the strange fragment with the twisted black lotus pattern and the envelope stained with blood, Lu Chen sighed helplessly.
Trouble seems to have come to you.
