Here Comes The Immortal Swordsman Part One The Origin Of The Sword Chapter 1 I Want To Go Back

It was the 8888th year of the Light Age.

There was a Wind-language Province of the North Sea Empire in the East Truth Continent.

The Third Provincial Junior Swordsman College was located in Cloudy Dream City of the province.

The breeze was gentle, and the sun warm. All things were growing.

It was early summer, the most comfortable time of year in Cloudy Dream City in terms of temperature.

The golden warm sunlight shone through the gla.s.s into the s.p.a.cious cla.s.sroom.

In Cla.s.s nine, Grade two, Lin Beichen, sitting in the front row of the cla.s.sroom, bathed in the bright suns.h.i.+ne.

He was a good-looking boy of 14, with bushy, raised eyebrows and big, bright eyes; there was a trace of heroic spirit in his handsome features; and he had black thick hair and plump cheeks. His hands were spreading out before his eyes, and he was looking intently at them, now and then moving his fingers as if there were flowers in his hands.

Since the beginning of the cla.s.s, he had been maintaining this posture of "looking at his hands." He barely moved except for his hands.

Sitting in the most prominent seat in the front row, he dared to let his mind wander in cla.s.s so openly.

This was outrageous.

If someone else had done this, Ding Sans.h.i.+, the veteran fencing teacher on the stage, would have immediately taught him a lesson with his best Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes.

However, this person was Lin Beichen...

"I can't get mad. Can't get mad."

"He's a fool, but I'm not."

"I can't get mad at a fop with a brain problem."

The senior teacher Ding Sans.h.i.+, known for his hot temper at the Third Junior College mumbled in his mind, tried to convince himself to ignore the most famous black sheep in this city and go on with his lessons.

The other students couldn't help beaming when they saw their snippy teacher Ding Sans.h.i.+ trying to contain his temper so hard, but they didn't dare to laugh aloud.

However, what the teacher and students didn't know was that Lin Beichen wasn't suffering from a brain disease and looking at his hands.

He was looking at a phone.

It was a smartphone that no one could see except Lin Beichen himself.

"Liar!"

Lin Beichen was wailing in his heart.

What did he do wrong?

He just pulled a psychopath off the road who was nearly killed by a big truck for running a red light, and the guy claiming to be "Death" forced him to accept the smartphone without logo. And then his soul pa.s.sed through s.p.a.ce and time!

He came to this strange world called East Truth Continent and became the legitimate son of the Heaven-fighting Marquis Lin Jinnan, one of the 10 Greatest Generals in the North Sea Empire.

The boy was a famous black sheep in Cloudy Dream City.

Who could he talk to?

It had been three days since he came here, and Lin Beichen still couldn't accept the fact.

He wanted to go back.

Martial arts were flouris.h.i.+ng in this world with kinds of miracles; in the legend here, the top strong could carry the mountains, chase the sea, fly to the sky and drill into the ground; they were omnipotent; and they lived a long life, just like G.o.ds...

But Lin Beichen had nothing to do with these things.

Regardless of whether or not he had a gift for cultivation, even if he had, as an average gaming nerd in his previous life, he didn't have the stamina to stick with cultivation for long.

To be a strong man, he had to cultivate hard all day whether in the coldest days of winter and in the hottest days of summer. In addition, he had to go through b.l.o.o.d.y battles and ensure his survival.

It was a far cry from life with air conditioning, Wi-Fi, Meituan and Bilibili.

Probably only m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.ts wanted to risk their lives to be strong.

Ordinary people just wanted to stay at home all the time to enjoy air conditioners, play games, play with pets, enjoy themselves, order takeout, watch funny videos, and be a person without great ideals.

Besides, his warm family and friends were all on earth.

So...

"d.a.m.n time travel!

I don't want it!

I want to go back to earth!"

Considering the cause and effect of the time travel, Lin Beichen concluded that the only theoretical possibility of returning seemed to lie in the strange smart phone.

"Since it brought me to this world, it should be able to take me back, shouldn't it?"

With that in mind, Lin Beichen frantically studied the smartphone.

So far, he had discovered the following oddities.

The first oddity was that this phone could be put into his body.

Whenever Lin Beichen wanted it to show up, the phone would automatically show up in his hands; and when he didn't want it, it would disappear.

This was ridiculous.

How could an ordinary mobile phone have such a function?

The second oddity was that no one except Lin Beichen could see the phone under any circ.u.mstances.

Now, for example, he was holding the phone in his hand, frantically studying its functions. However, in the eyes of his teacher and cla.s.smates, he was staring at his empty hands like an idiot.

It was a full-screen phone with a silver metal case.

Now, the remaining battery was 21%, and the signal appeared to be 4G, but only one bar.

As for the phone bill...

Lin Beichen had tried to call 110,120, 119, 10086 and all his relatives and friends whose number he could remember.

As a result, the tone was, "The number you dialed does not exist."

There were only three icons on the phone's home screen—the Contacts, the Messages and the App Store.

Since the phone could not be reached, the text message naturally could not be sent.

Lin Beichen's only hope was in the App Store.

But he clicked the icon more than 1,000 times, with the same result.

The store was out of stock.

There were no apps.

How could this be called a store?

Did it deserve it?

Lin Beichen was so mad that he wanted to swallow the d.a.m.ned phone.

At this moment—

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The bell rang for a break in cla.s.ses.

"Well, I have just explained to you the complete version of the Primary Mystery Energy Condensing Skill. Now we will rest for 15 minutes, and then continue with the cla.s.s."

The old teacher Ding Sans.h.i.+ picked up his gla.s.s and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"As we all know, our college's Midyear Compet.i.tion will be held in three days. There's no need to stress the importance of this Midyear Compet.i.tion, is there? Well, as a preview, in the next lesson, I have prepared a selection of courses for you—my secret skill, the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes," the old teacher declared while his eyes fell on Lin Beichen again.

He shook his head in disappointment at the sight of the foppish young man still in a trance.

"Lin Beichen, you have to listen to the next cla.s.s. The Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes suits a student with a poor foundation like you best."

Ding Sans.h.i.+ couldn't help reminding Lin Beichen, but Lin Beichen remained motionless and unresponsive.

Alas!

A useless man cannot be made good.

The old teacher turned around and went out of the cla.s.sroom.

Lin Beichen made nothing of the old teacher's complaints.

He lacked a sense of ident.i.ty with the world.

And he had no feeling for his new ident.i.ty either.

Now all he could think about was how to get back to his old world.

Therefore, he did not care about the so-called Midyear Compet.i.tion, breakthrough, future, the Primary Mystery Energy Condensing Skill, and the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes.

He continued to study the phone in silence.