Su Yuchen transmigrated into a martial-arts world where the weak are prey to the strong, becoming an utterly unremarkable servant.
Fortunately, he awakened his golden finger.
From that point on, Su Yuchen's life seemed to enter easy mode.
He glanced at the sect disciples practicing in the morning.
[You observed ten thousand people practicing martial arts. The spectacle was magnificent and soul-shaking, allowing you to learn the Nine Swords of Dugu!]
He glanced at the rusty iron sword embedded in the cliff face.
[You stumbled upon a chance in the way of the sword and comprehended the true intent of the Sword Ancestor!]
He basked in the sunlight.
[You practiced diligently beneath the blazing sun, increasing your power by one year!]
He turned over in his sleep.
[You never forget to practice even in your dreams. Dream Arhat Fist proficiency +10!]
From then on, Su Yuchen made a decision.
The outside world was too dangerous. It would be better to cultivate quietly for now.
Years later.
The martial world was shaken. For a time, blood and turmoil swept across the land as martial artists attacked the Qingcheng Sword Sect, seeking to seize its peerless divine weapon.
On that very day, they encountered Su Yuchen, who happened to be descending the mountain to fetch water.
