Looking around, his eyes were blurred.
But he could vaguely make out this rundown house.
The Wu Family, one of the top ten influential clans in Yue Kingdom.
Renowned for their swords, they even had a Wu Family Sword Tomb, housing the strongest sword in Yue Kingdom.
Jian Wushuang was reborn into such a family, which was actually quite fortunate.
However, he didn't expect to be frad right after his rebirth.
In his mind, he gleaned the mories of this body.
As a collateral branch mber of the Wu Family, it was natural for him to wield a sword. But his naturally weak bones made it impossible for him to cultivate divine power.
Though he was piled with pills to beco a Pre-Natal cultivator, his divine power was still inferior to that of Post-Natal cultivators.
Gradually, the family gave up on him.
If it were really so, it might have been for the best.
What he didn't expect was the stepmother's venomous heart towards this body.
She initially treated him fairly well, perhaps because he was just a waste.
But in an accident, his stepmother, Chen Qingxuan, discovered a nascent sword bone in his body.
Sword bone!
It was a naturally born sword embryo.
Possessing a sword bone ant that one was destined to beco an Immortal cultivator.
And they would also master the ultimate swordsmanship, becoming the most extraordinary sword cultivator.
It was precisely because of this ancient sword fragnt that Wu Shuang couldn't cultivate divine power.
Because most of the cultivated divine power went into the sword bone, nourishing it continuously.
The glory of the Wu Family's ancestors gave birth to soone with a sword bone.
Wu Shuang was the second.
For those who possessed a sword bone, the divine power cultivated in their youth would all enter the sword bone.
That's also why Wu Shuang was cursed as a loser and a waste by others.
The formation of sword bones requires many treasures.
Upon learning this, Chen Qingxuan devoted all her efforts to nurturing Wu Shuang.
Although the mbers of the Wu family were sowhat puzzled, they greatly admired Chen Qingxuan's character.
She was Wu Shuang's stepmother and had no obligation to care for him so much, especially since she had her own child.
That child was Wu Di, Wu Shuang's half-brother.
But outsiders were unaware that Chen Qingxuan's actions were all for the sake of her own son.
She wanted the sword bones within Wu Shuang to be transplanted into her son, Wu Di!
Wu Di was only a year younger than Jian Wushuang.
He had just turned 16 this year.
In his early years, Wu Shuang's father, Wu Yong, doted on him greatly, following the order of seniority.
However, it was later discovered that Wu Shuang's physique was simply not suitable for cultivation, so he was given up on, becoming even more indifferent.
On the contrary, Wu Di displayed extraordinary potential, making Wu Yong proud within the family.
Wu Yong's strength only reached the Mahayana Realm, not even attaining Immortal status.
Although he was a direct descendant, he didn't hold much power.
It was solely because of this one son that he rose to a mid-level position within the family and beca an elder.
Wu Di, at just 16, was already reached the Myriad Forms cultivation realm.
It was truly remarkable.
Jian Wushuang also admired him greatly; at 16, he was still a naive youth.
But these despicable individuals actually extracted Wu Shuang's sword bones and gave them to Wu Di!
This made him very displeased.
Even though it was only borrowing this body.
But since he was reborn into this body, he was going to seek justice for Wu Shuang.
Wu Shuang, Wushuang.
How truly fateful.
Jian Wushuang picked up the water jug on the table and took a sip.
Watching Su i'er kneeling on the ground, Jian Wushuang spoke coldly, "Finish speaking and get lost!"
Su i'er knelt on the ground, looking pitifully at Jian Wushuang, tremblingly said, "Thank you, young master, for sparing my life. Everything was instructed by Chen Qingxuan."
"Don't worry, I never kill won!" Jian Wushuang waved his hand dismissively.
Su i'er was obedient, under his threat, she spilled everything.
Her mory of three days ago was very vague, she didn't know much about it.
It followed on from the mories she had absorbed.
After understanding the current situation, she stabilized.
For now, there was no worry of life or death!
Upon hearing his words, Su i'er revealed a flattering smile, hastily got up, and was about to leave.
Jian Wushuang stared at her figure, shaking his head.
Swish!
A chopstick on the table was flicked by him and pierced directly through Su i'er's chest.
"Hmph, Wu Shuang might spare won, but I, Jian Wushuang, don't carry that burden in my heart!"
Now he was Jian Wushuang.
An invincible Emperor who had lived for several epochs and had not yet fully recovered his strength.
How could he be softhearted?
After dealing with Su i'er, Jian Wushuang dragged her body under the bed, then sat cross-legged on the bed, starting to recover his strength.
His current state had dropped too severely.
He could only barely maintain the power of All Things, which was not enough to seek justice from Wu Shuang.
On second thought.
He had no relatives or friends here.
His mother, Yuchi Mingyue, had fallen early.
His father, Wu Yong, looked down on him and hadn't seen him for years, even if they t, it was indifferent.
When he was outside, he was treated as if he hadn't seen him at all.
In a world where martial prowess reigned supre, particularly within prominent families like the Wu family, a worthless son was akin to hanging sha upon the family na. But for reasons tied to Wu Di, it seed Wu Yong would forever struggle to hold his head high.
It was because of Wu Di that Wu Yong couldn't bear to face Wu Shuang.
Jian Wushuang shook his head, sighing, "Poor child."
Pitiful!
Miserable!
He was once the seed of ultimate potential, but his destiny was cruelly snatched away by his wicked stepmother.
If Jian Wushuang's suspicions were correct, it was likely Wu Shuang's death that led to him inhabiting this body.
The cycles of the world.
Though Wu Shuang had perished, his na lived on. But now with the word 'Jian' preceding it.
Jian Wushuang!
Huh!
After taking a mont to recuperate, Jian Wushuang's cultivation had regressed significantly. However, drawing from experiences of his past life, he swiftly used so acquired divine power to staunch the bleeding from his chest wound.
Now, without Wu Shuang's sword bone, Wu Di could cultivate a potent divine power, sowhat freeing himself from constraints.
Living as a mortal, he led a mundane existence.
Soon, three days had passed.
At the rear mountain of the Wu residence, within a luxurious estate nestled amidst the resting quarters for the wonfolk, Chen Qingxuan, with her exquisite beauty, was guiding her son's training.
"My son, how is your recovery progressing?" Chen Qingxuan doted on her son, pride evident in her gaze.
The transplantation of the sword bone had left more than just Wu Shuang injured.
At this mont, Wu Di was also greatly weakened.
Yet, with countless treasures bolstering him, he quickly adapted to the backlash brought forth by the sword bone.
And this segnt of sword bone had already reached perfection within him.
He already possessed the sword eye, and now, coupled with the sword bone.
His future adversaries, perhaps, would truly beco unbeatable.
However, he didn't feel too much joy. When he looked at his mother, there was puzzlent in his sword eye, as well as a trace of unwillingness.
He already possessed the sword eye; the path to invincibility had begun.
Why bother seeking a segnt of sword bone from a weaker individual?
Wu Di was still too young to understand, and unwilling too.
It was the unwillingness of his self-esteem.
As for Wu Shuang, he hadn't even bothered to consider him.
Although Chen Qingxuan was Wu Di's mother, she was unaware of her son's inner thoughts.
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