Peerless Sword Saint Checks In Secretly For 3000 Years

Chapter 1: Check-in Success [Empyrean Sword Manual: Riding Sword Section]

Empyrean Sword Domain.

Empyrean Sword Sect.

Glittering and translucent spirits roamed amidst the dark fog that hung over the broken walls. Beneath the grey and hazy sky, an ancient statue gracefully held a sword. However, it was not be spared from the decay of time.

Beneath a shabby eave.

A young man in a clean white shirt had a what-the-f*ck kind of expression hanging on his face.

“Master, we... can we still call ourselves a sword sect?”

Shen Changge felt like he was about to die.

He was an ignorant and dull time traveler.

As the only man among those who had traveled across the torrent of time without a cheating system, he rolled out like a winning lottery ball.

Yes; rare and pathetic.

This shouldn’t be!

This shouldn’t have happened!

Was my posture incorrect when I time traveled?

What made Shen Changge felt like cursing the most was that it was the fifth year after he had arrived in this world of cultivation, and over the past five years, he had been traveling around the world in search of opportunities. He was extremely close to selling off the entire family of the person whom he had replaced.

It was only then that he finally became the disciple of the Sect Lord of the Empyrean Sword Sect.

But in the end...

In the second year, after his eldest senior brother was killed by the enemy, his second senior brother was captured by monsters, and his third senior brother was possessed by the demonic path, he finally assumed the position of the eldest disciple and was about to brag about it and welcome the dawn of his stable growth...

The Age of the Dark Mist arrived...

A strange black mist full of flurrying demons emerged between heaven and earth and it gradually devoured most of the world.

What was the meaning of this?

Shen Changge could not help but complain. Wasn’t this the opaque fog on the maps in the games he played?

Back then, Shen Changge, who thought that he had traversed into a game, had beaten his own junior brother to the verge of death. Yet, he had not seen any equipment dropping off of him. From then on, after he had laid down his dying junior brother, he became depressed.

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Like, what the h*ll?

He still vaguely remembered the moment when he was standing on Empyrean Peak looking into the distance in his clean white clothes. “Sharp blade, sharp eyes.”

Then, a strange and indescribable sacred pixilation... oh, I mean, majestic dark mist, covered his eyes.

Shen Changge was confused. “???”

At this time, the Empyrean Sword Sect was left with only about a hundred disciples.

Within the Empyrean Sword Sect that was left with only broken walls and a few dilapidated palace halls, demons launched assaults again and again from within the dark fog that were spooky to the extreme!

“Changge, do not panic. I still have 70 percent of my power,” an old man said in a relaxed manner as his eyes abruptly grew wider. The man wore ragged clothes, and his aura was profound. The top of his head was shining like the sun, and his colorful Divine Bridge had him connected with the heavens.

Whoosh!

“All hail Sect Lord!”

“Your divine powers uphold the glory of the Empyrean Sword Sect, great master! For three years the demons have attacked, yet they have only depleted 30 percent of your power!! So, what if they attack us for another 100 years?! The young ones will take up the positions of the fallen and rise to fight for the Empyrean Sword Sect!”

“Sect Lord, please accept my humble worship!”

One after another, the surrounding disciples of the Empyrean Sword Sect groveled on the ground!

Only Shen Changge remained standing on his feet with his hands placed behind his back.

Meh.

As the chief disciple of this man, he knew that this old geezer was already half-crippled. Right now, he probably could not use even ten percent of his power.

Shen Changge looked into the distance with sorrow in his eyes.

The Empyrean Sword Sect was about to perish!

“You incompetent fool! The Empyrean Sword Sect was once the top sword sect in East Continent!”

“That was 3000 years ago,” Shen Changge said. His voice was sad and pensive.

“Put away that inauspicious look of yours!

“I, your master, can still fight!” the old man replied.

The Sect Lord stood up slowly. The surrounding Qi rumbled as a gust of majestic energy rose abruptly. Like a dragon arching its back, it shaped itself into a colossal magnetic field. For a moment, everyone felt as if they were suffocating; as if they were sinking into the ocean and drowning in the waters!

Everyone’s expressions changed abruptly!

“Recall your Abhijna, great master!”

“Senior Brother, please stop triggering the great master! Just give it to him, alright?! For the sake of all of us!”

This geezer?

Abhijna?

Would he mind showing me his Abhijna?

He had old arms, old legs, and an unfunctional d*ck. What else was there for him to show off?

Maybe I will let him unleash more of his aura. Three seconds. I bet he will vomit blood and die in three seconds!

“Scoundrel, hurry up and give me an out, or I’ll spit blood and dirty your white clothes!”

Shen Changge’s eyes widened. After thinking for a moment, he still chose to submit.

...

“May your days be long, master,” Shen Changge said.

“That’s more like it.

“Changge, you’re the disciple whom I value the most. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have made you my chief disciple,” the Sect Lord replied.

“I became one because I was next in line.” Shen Changge rolled his eyes.

Didn’t you say that you accepted me because my family was rich?

Didn’t you say that I have to pay more because I’m extremely untalented?

Because of you telling me that, I almost sold all of the Shen family’s property!

As both of his parents were dead, he packaged everything the family had and sold it. Then, based on the experience he had gained from the job he had in his past life and using his silver tongue, he traded the money he earned by selling all of his belongings for various magic weapons. Finally, he was accepted by this old geezer as a disciple.

I wonder how the Shen family is doing?

Sigh.

On top of selling all his possessions, he had killed his eldest senior brother, c*cked his second senior brother, and drove his third senior brother mad to secure his place as the eldest disciple.

...

Forget it.

This geezer was a goner.

From the almost one hundred disciples that remained, the best among them was only at the Qi Bending stage.

The Empyrean Sword Sect was about to perish.

Even a random demon at the Divine Bridge stage could annihilate the current Empyrean Sword Sect.

Shen Changge reluctantly tore off his sleeves, wiped his fingers on the floor, then turned around. It appeared as though he was writing something.

Hmm?

Didn’t this kid cherish his white shirt the most?

What in the name of the heavens was he doing?

The Sect Lord leaned over only to see Shen Changge, full of melancholy, writing, “When I die, do not sorrow, for my flesh will return to the ground, accompanied by blades and songs...”

Was this kid writing a suicide note?

Infuriated, the Sect Lord’s eyes grew wide!

“You scoundrel! This will bring about ill-luck!

“You betrayer! I was out there, slaughtering demons, and you’re here writing a suicide note! Go and reflect on yourself! Look behind you; that’s the Sword Lord statue of the Patriarch who founded the Empyrean Sword Sect! For generations, that has been the belief of the great Empyrean Sword Sect! It is he who established the Empyrean Sword Sect and left behind a history praised far and wide! It is he who created what was once hailed as the best Sword Manual in the East Continent, the Empyrean Sword Manual! It is he whose blade can slice through mountains; whose Sword Qi can traverse across tens of thousands of miles and level the very realm!” the Sect Lord said.

This b*stard!

I, Zhang Sanjian, will teach you a lesson today!

As soon as he stood up, he struck out with his feet and kicked Shen Changge back beneath the Sword Lord statue.

“Reflect on yourself!”

What the-?!

My white shirt!

Shen Changge was about to explode.

“Location: Statue of the founder of Empyrean Sword Sect, Hun Tianyang”

“Check-in? Y/N”

Shen Changge was startled for a moment.

He glanced at the statue. It was a stalwart figure. It was said that he was once the strongest man in the East Continent. His name had spread far and wide across the entire world of cultivation, hailed as the zenith of swordsmanship in his time. He had written manuals that would last for all of eternity. With his eyes set on all things in this world, he was broad-minded. He wielded his sword gently and his expression was warm and gentle, but he often gave people a sense of greatness, as if he was bestowed with great authority.

Therefore, it was extremely common for people to be sent to the foot of the Empyrean Sword Sect’s Sword Lord statue in order to repent.

“Yes...”

“Check-in Success: Acquired [Empyrean Sword Manual: Riding Sword Section]”

Check-in...

System...

This was just the way some things were. When you were no longer eager to pursue something, it might come to you quietly.