Spiritual affinity: forty-nine.
On the Martial Arts Association’s report, those two digits burned across all of Yanzhou like a red-hot brand.
Eighteen-year-old Li Siyi was stamped with the verdict "destined to have no future in martial arts." The Lin family came to break off his engagement that very night, and his former classmates scattered like startled birds. His father was still hauling bricks at a construction site to scrape together his tuition, while his mother secretly cried until her eyes were red, careful not to let him see.
Only Li Siyi knew...
Three days ago, he had detonated his Dao Foundation and killed seven Great Sages of other races.
The Xuantian Dao Lord, at the peak of the Myriad Laws Realm, had faced death alone in the starry sky. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the darkest summer of his life.
Spiritual affinity? That was a superstition the martial arts world on Earth had clung to for centuries. He had twelve thousand cultivation techniques in his mind. Forty-nine points? Before the Myriad Transformations Return to the Immortal Scripture, it made no difference whether the score was forty-nine or ninety.
In his previous life, his parents had died in a so-called "accidental" car crash. The hand behind it was only just beginning to emerge.
The enemy who had broken both his legs in his previous life was still practicing low-level fist techniques that Li Siyi could casually revise into seven or eight different versions.
The eldest daughter of the Lin family, who had broken off their engagement in his previous life, had just taken her seat at the new matchmaking dinner her family had arranged for her.
Li Siyi sat up in his hospital bed. Cicadas sang outside, and the sunlight was bright.
Three months.
He had only three months to save his parents, root out the enemies lurking in the shadows, and then...
Teach the entire martial arts world all over again what cultivation really meant.
Forty-nine points were enough. This time, I’ll set the passing grade.
