My name is Lu Changsheng. It sounds like a fake name, but that's what's written on the ID card.
I woke up in a rental house in a city village with no memory, only a weird body that would never die, and a broken jade pendant that I couldn't open.
In order to eat, I went to work as a cleaner at a martial arts studio that was about to have a prostitution stall. Life was pretty good - mopping the floor, dodging flying wooden stakes, and occasionally conditioned reflexes that knocked the students to pieces. I really don't know what's going on, it's just... My body moved on its own.
It wasn't until the finals of the martial arts exchange competition that I was knocked unconscious by a punch from an iron lump. When I woke up, the ceiling of the gymnasium was gone. Strong men from all directions knelt down at me and called me "Sword Lord".
The beautiful director of the National Supernatural Administration called me "boss" and said he was my apprentice two thousand years ago. I sealed my memory with my own hands, because if I remember those things again, I would go crazy.
Now, the "Nine Nethers" under the Kunlun Mountains are seeping black air again. Enemies from all walks of life want to rip out my heart, and subordinates from my previous life are waiting for me to fulfill my promise. But I am still wondering where I put the mop in the martial arts gym this morning.
They said I was the strongest, but no one told me: How can people who have forgotten their awesomeness become awesome again?
