Lingjian Gate, one of the four major repair gates in the Great Zhou Kingdom, is located among the mountains in the southwest.

Jiang Huan, a disciple of Lingjian Sect, has always felt something in his head in the past month, and some strange and strange scenes flashed from time to time.

"Didn't my head really be damaged by that thunder?"

A month ago, Jiang Huan was hit by a thunder while cleaning in Shanmen Square. He was lucky enough to die, but then he began to experience bad conditions such as trance, headache, and lethargy.

With the emergence of bad conditions, Jiang Huan became more and more depressed. The daily chores disciples like him were quite heavy, and they didn’t have much time to practice. Now he doesn’t have much time to practice except for completing chores tasks every day.

There are many disciples of the Lingjian Sect, and they are divided into strict levels. Disciples of different levels enjoy different rights. Disciples such as Jiang Huan are the last disciples and the least qualified disciples. Their main tasks are various chores, sweeping the floor, removing dust, and chopping wood...

Above the serious disciples are outer disciples, and they are barely considered formal disciples of the Lingjian Sect. They no longer have to engage in basic serious missions. They only need to complete some corresponding serial tasks every month to receive certain serial rewards. At other times, they can devote themselves to cultivation.

Above the outer disciples are inner disciples and core disciples. They enjoy more resources and rights, and the core disciples are the key training targets of the master.

Jiang Huan is currently a tragic disciple who stays at the fourth level of Qi training. If he cannot become an outer disciple before he is fifteen, he will be forced to leave the master. He is now fourteen years old and will be fifteen in a few months. He is still two levels away from the sixth level of Qi training. With his previous cultivation speed, he has little hope.

At the age of eleven, Jiang Huan was selected by the Lingjian Sect with his three spiritual veins and was once a traitor disciple. However, in more than three years, he only practiced from the first level of Qi training to the fourth level of Qi training. Most of the disciples who entered the same period have become outer or inner disciples, and even core disciples.

In three years, it was not that Jiang Huan was not working hard enough. He worked very hard. Every day before dawn, others were still sleeping, he had already started morning exercises; when others were asleep late at night, others were still sleeping, he was still meditating luck.

However, no matter how diligent he worked hard, his cultivation speed was always progressing very slowly.

At the beginning, Jiang Huan was selected as a disciple by the Lingjian Sect for his three spiritual veins. He was extremely glorious in the family.

However, three years later, he became a waste of laughter from everyone.

"well!"

Jiang Huan held the broom in his hand and was stunned for a while. He sighed softly and continued to clean the mountain gate square. This was the choreograph he had to complete today.

"Oh! Isn't this Jiang Huan? I heard that you were struck by thunder a few days ago and broke your brain?"

Suddenly, a sarcastic voice came from behind Jiang Huan.

Three young men dressed in outer disciples' costumes came towards Jiang Huan. Among them, the one who spoke was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy walking in the front. He saw an unconcealed and playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Huan frowned slightly, and just listening to the sound, he knew that the person coming must be Zhou Tong, the outer disciple.

Zhou Tong, an outer disciple of the Lingjian Sect, is the seventh level of Qi training, and can only be considered the lowest level among the outer disciples. I wonder if in order to seek a sense of existence, he will find trouble for the traitor disciples every now and then. Jiang Huan is the target he often bullies.

Jiang Huan did not look back, but continued to clean the fallen leaves on the ground.

Zhou Tong walked forward and saw that Jiang Huan had no reaction at all. He felt a little angry. He reached out and pushed Jiang Huan hard, and snorted, "Boy, I'm talking to you."

Jiang Huan almost fell down after being pushed suddenly. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and took a few steps in time to slow down. He subconsciously glared at Zhou Tong.

"Dare to glar at me, I'm looking for death!"

Seeing Jiang Huan glaring, Zhou Tong's anger suddenly increased, he took two steps forward and punched his right hand.

Jiang Huan was about to reach out to block it, but suddenly a stinging pain came from his head, and his movements were slowing down by half a beat.

"Bang!"

Zhou Tong punched Jiang Huan's face and made a dull sound.

Jiang Huan's eyes turned dark and he collapsed to the ground.

"Hmm?" Zhou Tong was slightly stunned, then sneered: "Boy, let's play with me and pretend to be dead?"

After saying that, Zhou Tong stepped forward and kicked twice. Seeing that Jiang Huan had no reaction, he frowned slightly and cursed: "Grandma, this kid is getting more and more unscrupulous and beat him up with one punch. It's really a disappointment to see if he's killed?"

"Yes, Brother Tong."

A slightly fat boy immediately squatted down and checked, and replied, "I fainted, Brother Tong, your fists are indeed powerful and domineering!"

Zhou Tong smiled and was quite helpful. He looked at Jiang Huan and said, "Today, this kid is lucky, let's go."

Soon, Zhou Tong and the other two left.

...

Three days later, in a crude house, Jiang Huan, who was lying on a wooden bed, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes clear, like stars, as if he was accused of two people before fainting.

After a few breaths, Jiang Huan suddenly sat up, a hint of excitement appeared on his face, and he said with a slight excitement: "Haha, I am endless, I, Jiang Wan, are back!"

Jiang Wanzhong, known as the Sword Demon, was known as the "Four Evil Demons" together with Jiuyou, Yaokuai and Rakshasa. His cultivation level reached the perfect level of the Saint Lord decades ago.

Month ago, after being in seclusion for several years, he broke through the Holy Yuan cage in one fell swoop, but he attracted a colorful thunder tribulation, his body was destroyed and his soul was scattered. Fortunately, half of the residual soul miraculously attached to a traitor disciple in the Qi training stage, and this half of the residual soul actually preserved a lot of soul memories.

This errand disciple in the Qi training stage is Jiang Huan, and his bad condition in the past month is Jiang Wanzhong's half-width of residual soul.

For the past month, half of the residual soul has been forcibly merging with Jiang Huan's soul. Although only half of the wisp is left, Jiang Wanzhong is a super strong man in the Saint Venerable Realm after all, and his soul is extremely powerful. Even if only half of the residual soul is still many times stronger than Jiang Huan's soul.

As the soul fusion continued to deepen, Jiang Huan's own soul became weaker and weaker, and he developed bad conditions such as trance, headache, and lethargy.

Three days ago, Jiang Huan was bombarded by external forces, and his already weak soul immediately fell into a coma. Half of the residual soul took the opportunity to merge wildly. The soul fusion, which originally took two or three months, was successfully completed in three days.

At this time, Jiang Wanzhong's half-wire residual soul and Jiang Huan's soul merged into a new soul, and at the same time preserved the soul memories of both. Since Jiang Wanzhong's half-remnant soul is far stronger than Jiang Huan's soul, the new soul's self-consciousness seems to be more inclined to the identity of the sword demon Jiang Wanzhong.

"Only the fourth level of Qi training, this body is really weak! If the woman in the Rakshasa Palace knew about it, she would probably have to capture me and make a furnace!"

Jiang Huan closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, checked his body slightly, then murmured, and thought to himself: "I don't know if I can return to my peak level of cultivation. Forget it, let's not worry about it for now, so I will improve my cultivation as soon as possible."

"Bang!"

When Jiang Huan lowered his head and pondered, the door was kicked open.

A 14 or 15-year-old girl walked into the room with a fierce look. Her watery black eyes were staring like a little tiger. She grabbed the long whip with her right hand and pointed at Jiang Huan, and said angrily: "Jiang Huan, have you not cleaned the square in the mountain gate these two days? This girl has caused me to be in vain for supervision and was deducted by the master's sect for nearly half of this month..."

Su Xiaoxi suddenly stopped talking and looked stunned. Jiang Huan, who was sitting on the bed, looked at her with an extremely cold look. His body subconsciously trembled slightly and his steps suddenly stopped.

However, after a brief shock, Su Xiaoxi became arrogant again. She was an outer disciple of the sixth level of Qi training, how could she be frightened by a mere traitor of the fourth level of Qi training, and she would probably be devastated if she told her.

"Hmph, what kind of eyes are you? If you don't complete your chores mission in detail, you dare to look at me with this kind of eyes. If you don't give you some harm, you really think that this girl is a sick cat."

While Su Xiaoxi was speaking, the long whip in his right hand shook slightly and swung hard. The long whip passed by a vague shadow and thrust towards Jiang Huan.

Seeing the whip coming at a rapid speed, Jiang Huan's pupils shrank slightly, and he grabbed the whip with a sudden clutch with his left hand.

"Forehead!"

Su Xiaoxi was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, Jiang Huan could have grabbed her whip so easily.

In the Lingjian Sect, the outer disciples have the qualifications to enter the Sutra Pavilion to select martial arts.

Su Xiaoxi practiced an intermediate martial arts skill, and had reached the initial level. The whip he blew towards Jiang Huan contained some secrets of martial arts. Although he only used about 50% of his power, he should be more than enough to deal with Jiang Huan who was at the fourth level of Qi training.

"Is it just a coincidence?"

Su Xiaoxi subconsciously gave himself a seemingly reasonable explanation, and then snorted lightly, and his right hand was about to exert force again.
Chapter completed!