Li Zhu Dong Tian, Ni Ping Xiang.
The cold wind howled, and the snow fell heavily.
Snowflakes fell like countless stars from the sky, gently blanketing every inch of Ni Ping Xiang in white. Under the eaves, icicles hung, crystal clear, gleaming with a cold, alluring light.
At this time, from the window of a small, dilapidated house, a young man dressed in a scholar's robe, handsome and striking, gazed at the cool moonlight pouring down from the sky, his face filled with disbelief. A tidal wave of emotions surged within him as he struggled to make sense of the memories that had inexplicably appeared in his mind.
“This is ridiculous! I actually transmigrated, and what's worse, this is Li Zhu Dong Tian!”
“This is where Mr. Qi and Chen Ping An are!”
“Isn't this the world of the Grand Administrator's 'Sword Comes'?”
“This is insane! I read these books a long time ago, I've practically forgotten the details. And this book is so mind-boggling, you have to sit down and read it slowly, if you don't pay attention and try to speed through it, you won't understand a thing. People say you need to read it twice, thrice, before you really get it. Even back then, I had to patiently read the beginning multiple times before I could grasp it.
Although after I got into it, I was amazed, I couldn't have imagined that the opening was riddled with traps and opportunities. Even a passerby's words were damn significant. But I was too restless back then, and couldn't truly settle down to read it. I just skimmed through it later on..."
“Even though I later watched a lot of short video explanations and have a good understanding of the story, I don't remember the details well.”
“Now I've suddenly transmigrated into this world, how am I supposed to handle this?”
“I don't have vivid memories of many people and things!”
“The ones I remember most clearly are Mr. Qi, A Liang, Li Er, the old man from the medicine shop, Lu Chen, Ruan Qiong, Ruan Xiu, Xiao Bao Ping, the 'worthless' one, Ning Yao, Song Ji Xin, Zhi Gui, those main characters..."
While a tempest raged in his heart, Li Mu Bai's gaze held a mixture of emotions.
He couldn't help but extend his hand and take a closer look.
It was a pair of hands covered in calluses.
Clearly, they had done a lot of manual labor.
And in Li Mu Bai's memories, he had indeed done a lot of work.
But Li Mu Bai was well aware that the real him had never done this kind of work.
He was a transmigrator.
And not a soul transfer, but rather, he felt as if he had been suddenly implanted into this world.
Because he was an extra.
Someone who never existed in Ni Ping Xiang, in Li Zhu Dong Tian.
Even the house he currently lived in shouldn't have existed.
He lived next door to Chen Ping An.
But next door to Chen Ping An should only be one person, Song Ji Xin.
Now, both he and Song Ji Xin's houses sandwiched Chen Ping An's home in the middle.
According to his inexplicable memories, his parents died in an accident when he was five years old. He then lived alone for three years, relying on the legacy his parents left behind.
Because he was a Li, even though not a direct member of the Li family of Fu Lu Xiang, he was still a distant relative. So in Li Zhu Dong Tian, even though he was orphaned, there was no instance of someone trying to seize his property.
He was eight years old now.
Chen Ping An, his neighbor, was five years old this year.
It's worth mentioning that Chen Ping An's mother passed away a few days ago.
Like Li Mu Bai, Chen Ping An was also orphaned now.
Also, in this year, the most beautiful female teacher who would later call Chen Ping An 'Little Junior Uncle', Xiao Bao Ping, was just born.
“So, I don't know what kind of existence could have implanted me into this world so thoroughly.”
“I remember that a second ago, I was studying a sword that mysteriously appeared in my house.”
Li Mu Bai's eyes shimmered.
The image of a sword involuntarily appeared in his mind.
It was a sword three feet six inches and five fen long. The blade and scabbard were dark black, decorated with blue lotuses. The entire blade had cracks, as if it could shatter or break at any moment.
Almost as he thought this.
In an instant, Li Mu Bai felt his consciousness abruptly enter a special space.
It was a chaotic realm.
In this chaos, the sword he had just been thinking about hung quietly in the air.
As his consciousness looked at it, he felt the sword was immensely profound, vast, and mysterious.
The lotus on it was like the Primal Lotus of Creation.
Also, the name of the sword naturally appeared in his consciousness.
Qing Ping Sword.
Almost as the name surfaced, the person Li Mu Bai's consciousness had become abruptly widened his eyes.
“What!!”
“Qing Ping Sword!”
“Are you kidding me!!!”
“It's really the Qing Ping Sword? Isn't this the sword of the Primordial Lord Tong Tian?”
“How could this kind of Hong Huang Saint's weapon appear in front of me? Also, how could it be so cracked?”
“Could it be another Saint? But if it was really broken by another Saint, why would it appear in my world and bring me to this 'Sword Comes' world?”
Li Mu Bai was incredibly shocked at this time.
He was also very confused.