Stronger with Crimson Modifier

He discovered his energy was fading, and he was gripped by a fear of death.

He became a fatuous ruler, obsessed with the path of Alchemy. He neglected his courtly duties and eventually died of Elixir poisoning in his bedchamber.

...

He was a swordsman of the Jianghu, wandering its treacherous and unpredictable paths.

Having grown accustomed to the sight of life and death, he became terrified of his own mortality.

He didn’t want to die. He wanted to grow stronger.

Thus, he began to seek out renowned masters, train diligently in Swordsmanship, and even risked his life to challenge the experts of the Jianghu.

Every battle deepened his understanding of Martial Arts. His Swordsmanship gradually evolved from sharp and aggressive to fluid and seamless, until he finally created a style unparalleled in the Jianghu.

In his later years, he shattered the shackles of his mortal body and broke through to the Innate Realm.

However, this only extended his Lifespan to two hundred years.

A century passed in the blink of an eye.

The Jianghu remained the same. Over the century, his old acquaintances had either died by his hand or of old age.

By now, six or seven generations had come and gone.

In the courtyard.

He lay on a bamboo chair.

At this moment, an aura of death clung to him.

His hair was completely white, his skin was wrinkled, and age spots of various sizes covered his entire body.

He watched the heavy, goose-feather snow fall from the sky.

His gaze grew distant.

’A century of turmoil turned to dust and smoke,’ he thought. ’Immortality... does true immortality really exist in this world?’

As the world’s only Innate Realm expert.

He could clearly sense what little remained of his Lifespan.

It was like an incense stick about to burn out—he could see it happening, but was powerless to stop it.

Just then.

A figure leaped over the wall and landed in the courtyard.

"Mad Saber Song Yan has come to request a duel with the Sword Demon!"

"Mad Saber Song Yan, ninth on the List of Heroes? I have no quarrel with you. In fact, if I recall correctly, I was acquainted with your ancestors. Why have you come here just to die?"

His gaze was indifferent.

"My life’s pursuit is Martial Arts and nothing more. My ambition is to climb to its very peak. The Sword Demon is the recognized supreme master of the Martial Arts world. How could I not come to challenge you? Please, make your move. Even if I die, I will have no regrets!"

The newcomer said with a laugh.

As he spoke, he drew the Golden Ring Saber from his back.

Watching this unfold.

A flicker of light entered his clouded eyes.

’The Jianghu... it’s still the same old Jianghu.’

’Hate, fame, and profit—an invisible net that ensnares everyone.’

’I was once the master of this net, but now I’m the prey caught within it.’

As the sole Innate Grandmaster, the sword in his hand had cut down countless enemies and challengers.

Their names and faces had long since blurred, and he couldn’t even remember how many there had been.

Yet now, with his Lifespan all but depleted, the old enemies who had laid dormant, the young Jianghu upstarts who coveted his fame, and the petty scoundrels who lusted after his treasures...

...all of them were impatiently leaping out of the woodwork.

’This man before me is just the first pawn to show his face.’

His senses as an Innate Grandmaster allowed him to clearly feel hundreds of other experts lying in ambush around the courtyard.

Their auras flickered in and out of perception, like a pack of starving wolves waiting for him to show any weakness before they swarmed in and tore him to shreds.

A cold wind swept by, carrying with it a faint scent of blood.

He slowly raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The blade was not yet drawn, but the killing intent had already risen.

’In the end, the Jianghu must always be cleansed with blood.’

At this thought, he let out a wild laugh.

"Hahaha! So be it!"

The snowstorm howled, and the world became a vast, desolate expanse.

His eyes shone with a terrifying light in the biting wind, as if burning with his last embers of life.

"If you want to kill me, then you can all just die!"

Amidst his wild laughter.

His figure flashed past like a phantom, so fast his movements were nearly invisible, leaving only a blurry afterimage.

The whiskered man known as Mad Saber was still in the middle of drawing his saber when a thin, Crimson line abruptly split his brow.

"...Hrk... Such a fast sword!"

The eyes of Mad Saber Song Yan were filled with terror and disbelief.

As the words left his lips.

His entire body slid apart along that bloody line like a shattered ice sculpture, his steaming entrails spilling onto the snow.

The snow was stained red as ruptured organs and flesh scattered everywhere, filling the air with the thick stench of blood.

"Retreat! Run!"

"Damn it, the intel was wrong! He can still fight!"

"Lord Sword Demon, spare us! We were just passing by..."

A chorus of pleas and screams rose and fell all around, like the wails of Hell.

In the blizzard.

His expression was impassive.

Amidst flashes of his blade, his figure weaved through the crowd like the god of death, each swing of his sword unleashing a shower of blood.

A moment later, the screams gradually subsided, and even the snowstorm seemed to quiet down.

His figure reappeared, his once snow-white robes now soaked through with blood, clinging wetly to his body.

He stood motionless, Longsword in hand, with crimson Blood Beads dripping from its tip. He was like a blood-soaked statue.

Faint white steam coiled off his body, slowly thinning.

A gust of wind blew his white hair away from his face.

His exposed eyes were ashen and gray, devoid of any trace of Vitality.

He was dead.

...

CRACK!

His consciousness trembled, and the scene shattered.

「Inside Swallow River Palace.」

Hu Qi’s eyes snapped open.

A village Hunter, a dynasty’s Prince, a Jianghu swordsman, a street beggar, a city ruffian.

With every shift in consciousness, Hu Qi experienced the joys and sorrows of a different life.

It was as if he had lived through countless cycles of Reincarnation, witnessing all the world’s prosperity and desolation.

At this moment, his heart grew ever more tranquil and detached.

’So that’s how it is!’

A look of ancient wisdom flashed through Hu Qi’s eyes, as if in that single instant, he had lived through hundreds of years and several different lives.

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