This is an era where masters emerge in great numbers, a time of magnificent upheaval.

This is an era where a hundred saints vie for supremacy, and ten thousand swords resound in unison.

Wusheng Sword Dao, Wuqie Sword Dao, Wubai Sword Dao, Wuqing Sword Dao, Jiqing Sword Dao, Wuwei Sword Dao, Weiwo Sword Dao...

On this continent, sown with the seeds of swordsmanship by a Sword God, countless sword geniuses have emerged, competing for the top spot.

William Carter!

A man who dedicated his entire previous life to the way of the sword has descended into this world!

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Cultivation Realm Divisions.

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Swordsman.

Sword Master.

Sword Saint.

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Swordsman.

Tempering the body and practicing swordsmanship—this is the foundational cornerstone of any nation or power. In some small factions, even a formal swordsman can enjoy a lofty status.

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Sword Master.

Also known as Sword Arts Master or Sword Dao Master, their strength and status surpass that of swordsmen. They are the high-ranking pillars of nations and factions.

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Sword Saint.

A saint of the sword, generally referring to practitioners who have reached a transcendent level in swordsmanship. In the golden age of the sword, a hundred saints contended, ten thousand swords clashed, overpowering imperial authority and representing the supreme martial force of the entire continent.

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Prologue

"Senior Sister!"

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"William Carter, if you can truly become number one in the world, I will marry you!"

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Chapter One William Carter

"Buzz!"

The crisp sound of a sword echoed in this small room of just twenty square meters, lingering for a long time.

"What a fine sword, a hundred-times-forged steel blade. The sword-forging standards of this world have definitely reached an extremely high level. Setting aside alloy materials, just in terms of craftsmanship, they're at least a generation ahead of my Imperial Capital Star!"

By the iron bed in the small room, William Carter sat cross-legged, holding the three-foot-long sword, examining it repeatedly.

"William Carter."

The door was pushed open, and a young man of about sixteen or seventeen entered. Seeing William Carter by the bed holding the sword, he looked slightly surprised: "William Carter, are you serious? Are you really going to duel Helen Clark and Samuel Grant? Samuel Grant is a seed student of the academy, an intermediate swordsman who has earned the Swordsman Medal, a key figure being cultivated by the academy. A formal swordsman is already formidable, let alone an even stronger intermediate swordsman. No matter how talented you are, you've only been enrolled for less than three days and aren't even a formal swordsman yet. How could you possibly be a match for an intermediate swordsman?"

"Duel?"

William Carter glanced at the young man who had just entered.

His name was Scott Baker, one of the owners of this twenty-square-meter room—in other words, William Carter's roommate in this body.

He hadn't had time to fully digest the memories of this body. Upon awakening, all his attention had been drawn to this dazzling and unique civilization, leaving him completely unaware of what was about to happen to this body...

Therefore, the duel with Samuel Grant that Scott Baker mentioned was utterly foreign to him.

"You didn't forget, did you?"

Scott Baker stared wide-eyed at William Carter, looking at him as if he were an alien.

In fact, the sword master William Carter from Imperial Capital Star was indeed an alien.

Even he himself didn't know why, after being obliterated by the main cannon of a mecha, he suddenly appeared here, taking the place of this young man who shared his name.

"I remember a little—seed student Samuel Grant, and Helen Clark."

William Carter replied, but he didn't delve into this body's memories. His mind was entirely absorbed by the hundred-times-forged steel sword before him, paying no attention to anything else.

"Since you still remember, why are you acting so indifferent? You're just a high-level martial artist, not one of those who have condensed their vital energy and forged true force like a formal swordsman. Without being a formal swordsman, how could you possibly stand a chance against an intermediate swordsman like Samuel Grant?"

At this, Scott Baker seemed to realize something, a hint of understanding dawning on him: "Are you planning to run away? Well, you are the number one genius of Bishui City, someone who became a high-level martial artist at just sixteen. With such talent, you're bound to become a formal swordsman in the future. Even if your reputation is ruined by this incident and you're expelled from Xuan Zhong Advanced Swordsman Academy, you could still attend another advanced swordsman academy. There's no need to throw away your bright future over a single Helen Clark by facing an intermediate swordsman."

William Carter paid no heed to Scott Baker's words, but the phrase "condense vital energy and forge true force" did give him a slight jolt.

True force?

Could it be...

At this thought, William Carter's mind immediately delved into this body's memories. With the mental power of a sixth-level psychic, he absorbed all the memories related to "formal swordsman" and "true force" like a whale swallowing water.

Seeing William Carter lost in thought, Scott Baker no longer tried to make conversation.