The martial world does not acknowledge the weak, and in the world of cultivation, there is even less room for the useless to survive.

Reincarnated, yet helplessly born with a congenital severed meridian, abandoned by his family, despised by others...

With unwavering determination, he endures bitter cultivation in the way of the sword, transforming his body into a flying sword, and forging his soul into a sword spirit!

On the path of the strong, as long as the sword exists, so does the man; if the sword is destroyed, the man perishes!

Volume One: Sword Soul

Chapter 001: Congenital Severed Meridian

"Young master, please hurry home, the night is getting cold." The steward Alice Thompson couldn't help but urge.

"Uncle Ke, let's go." Henry Thompson sighed softly and spoke calmly.

Turning around, Henry Thompson walked indifferently ahead of Alice Thompson. Though only eight years old, his figure carried an indescribable sense of weariness.

Alice Thompson looked at the thin and somewhat lonely figure ahead, his heart aching once again, tears threatening to fall.

...

Henry Thompson walked indifferently toward the main courtyard, but in his heart, he still couldn't believe that he was born with a congenital severed meridian—not only unable to cultivate internal energy, but even a bit of exertion would leave him gasping for breath, feeling unbearably suffocated!

Thinking of nearly thirty years of life experience in his previous life in modern society, Henry Thompson couldn't help but give a bitter smile.

In this martial world where killing reigns and strength is revered, Henry Thompson only felt that his future life was unbearably bleak.

For thirty years on Earth, Henry Thompson had studied diligently, not only earning a PhD in physics, but also making significant contributions in ancient literature... Unfortunately, on the way to an auction, he died in a car accident.

Originally, Henry Thompson thought his life would end just like that, but unexpectedly, when he woke up, he had been reincarnated as the third young master of the The Thompson Family...

Upon learning that he could not practice martial arts or cultivate, Henry Thompson threw himself into reading even more obsessively. While everyone else believed Henry Thompson was destined to be a useless person, he silently devoured one ancient text after another.

With his extraordinary intelligence, nearly thirty years of vast memories from his previous life, and a photographic memory and high IQ in this life, Henry Thompson learned these ancient classics at an astonishing speed! Though the The Thompson Family had a collection of nearly ten thousand books, it was no match for Henry Thompson's five years of frenzied study.

...

"Third brother, you're back! Daddy is looking for you!" Little sister Grace Thompson, dressed in a light green long dress and holding a dirty little puppy, called out sweetly.

As she spoke, her chubby little hands kept rubbing the puppy's fat head.

"Mm, Fu'er, where's Daddy?" Henry Thompson asked casually.

Little Grace Thompson started kissing the puppy, not hearing Henry Thompson's question at all.

"I've told you so many times, don't kiss the puppy, but you just won't listen! It's filthy! You'll get sick!" Seeing Grace Thompson like this, Henry Thompson got a bit angry and scolded loudly.

"Ah—wuwu—" Grace Thompson was startled, threw the puppy to the ground, making it yelp in pain.

Grace Thompson didn't care if the puppy was hurt, she turned and ran toward the small courtyard, crying as she ran: "Third brother scolded me... wuwu... I'm telling Daddy! Wuwu..."

Henry Thompson was stunned, and couldn't help but curse in his heart: Damn it!

Seeing Alice Thompson's embarrassed expression beside him, Henry Thompson followed with a darkened face.

...

In the small courtyard, Grace Thompson leaned against Samuel Thompson's arms, her big eyes rolling around. When she saw Henry Thompson arrive, she pouted and glared angrily at him.

Samuel Thompson sat imposingly on a crimson sandalwood chair at the head of the courtyard, his aura exuding authority.

Henry Thompson's heart skipped a beat. Seeing that there were only four people present, he secretly thought this was not good.

When Henry Thompson arrived, Samuel Thompson patted Grace Thompson's head and said, "Fu'er, go with Uncle Ke for now. Daddy has something to discuss with your brother."

"No, Daddy, I want to see how you punish third brother!" Grace Thompson pouted, unwilling.

"Be good, listen!" Samuel Thompson's voice grew a bit louder.

Grace Thompson reluctantly wriggled out of Samuel Thompson's arms, pouting and glaring at Henry Thompson twice before leaving with Alice Thompson.

"Your son greets Father." Henry Thompson was not intimidated by Samuel Thompson's aura and bowed calmly.

"Sigh... Yi'er, do you know why I called you here?" Samuel Thompson said heavily.

"Your son does not know!"

"Our The Thompson Family is quite renowned in the martial world. Your eldest and second brothers, as well as Fu'er and Rong'er, are all highly talented in martial arts. Your eldest brother is now comparable to a top-tier second-rate expert, and at only fifteen, is already a leading figure among the new generation. But you... perhaps you already know, you were born with a severed meridian and are not suited for cultivation. Though this means you will stay away from the martial world, being born into the The Thompson Family makes your future uncertain... As long as the The Thompson Family prospers, you will be safe, but in the martial world, where blades flash and swords clash, if anything goes wrong, you won't even have the power to protect yourself. What are we to do?"

"Daddy, please don't say any more. I understand. But is there truly no cure for my congenital severed meridian?" Henry Thompson asked, somewhat unwilling, his mood heavy.