This truly was a brand-new experience. Not to mention that, as a human, he had already cultivated to become the number one in the world. From the moment he was reborn as the Celestial Sword from Beyond, his power stood at the pinnacle of the Nine Provinces. All weapons in the world are divided into six ranks: White-rank Mortal Weapons — Green-rank Sharp Weapons — Blue-rank Divine Weapons — Purple-rank Magical Treasures — Orange-rank Spiritual Treasures — Red-rank Immortal Treasures. And the Celestial Sword from Beyond was above even the Red-rank Immortal Treasures, requiring no cultivator to wield it, and its combat power alone could rival that of the Great Demon God Emperor who swept across all realms. He was honored as a distinguished guest by the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals of the Nine Provinces, always accompanied by supreme figures like the Nine Immortal Lords. Yet, he had never before been placed in a marketplace and sold for nine taels of broken silver.

He remembered that William Thompson once said that after the war between immortals and demons was won, he would definitely take the Divine Sword to travel all over the Nine Provinces, to see the sights of every land and experience a completely different and wonderful life.

Now that the war between immortals and demons had been won, the human world was still that same sunlit, warm place, only The Nine Elders was no more, and the Divine Sword no longer held its supreme authority. Still, wasn’t this also a completely different and wonderful life?

Of course, as long as his true self as the sword spirit remained, the Sword World could always be rebuilt. He had an excellent memory; that vast and magnificent world, every blade of grass and tree, was still vivid in his mind. As long as he slowly gathered materials, restoring the Divine Sword’s supreme edge was only a matter of time. Naturally, now that the demon race was extinct, the sword spirit was in no hurry to regain his power.

After all, his main body’s material was indestructible through countless calamities—even when the Demon Emperor exhausted every means, he could not destroy the sword’s body. The damaged cloud patterns and such were all decorations privately added by the likes of The Nine Elders. So, traveling the new Nine Provinces as a plain white sword wasn’t so bad either.

To him, becoming a sword was far more important than being number one in the world.

Just then, he suddenly noticed a familiar aura on this little girl.

Though faint, it should be William Thompson’s Nine-Dragon Sword Heart. Besides that, there was also a trace of the bloodline aura of the Immovable Overlord Body, the perfect battle body cultivated by Brian Sullivan throughout his life.

In an instant, memories surged like a tide, and the three years of life-and-death companionship with The Nine Elders felt as if they had happened just yesterday. And that spark of spiritual light that illuminated endless darkness became the pause in his long recollections.

In this brand-new and unfamiliar world, he decided to follow this girl for a while.

At this very moment, the girl named Emily Thompson was holding the long sword in her arms, still unaware of just how great a turning point her life was about to encounter.

Chapter 001: I Ask You, Are You My Mount?

Emily Thompson held the long sword in her arms, walking through the bustling marketplace. Her petite figure darted through the crowd like a fish, her small head bobbing in and out of sight like a duckweed on the sea, making onlookers anxious, yet she passed through without mishap.

Before long, the little girl left the marketplace and walked onto a quiet path. Her steps slowed a little, and she excitedly lifted the long sword in her arms, examining it closely, like a groom lifting the red veil of his bride. But soon, a trace of suspicion and hesitation appeared in her gem-like eyes.

The sword was three feet four inches long, two inches wide, and weighed about six jin. It was pure white throughout, with no visible edge, and the tip was withdrawn—a true heavy blunt sword.

Faintly visible on the hilt were exquisite cloud patterns, most of which had been worn away by time, leaving only two ancient characters barely discernible, exuding a sense of age.

The material was neither metal nor stone, light and agile in the hand, yet not a trace of spiritual energy leaked out—a plain white long sword with no magical properties at all.

Emily Thompson couldn’t say why she chose it. When picking a sword at the market, she had set her eyes on this unremarkable white sword at first glance, and then spent all her savings to buy it.

Although the little girl’s savings amounted to only nine taels, a plain weapon usually sold for less than five taels, let alone this damaged ancient sword. As for the shopkeeper’s boasting about its indestructibility, she wasn’t a three- or four-year-old child. Emily Thompson had just celebrated her fourteenth birthday and was no longer so naive.

“Let’s hope I didn’t make a mistake buying you…”

Emily Thompson tilted her head helplessly, her face full of worry.

“Although nine taels isn’t much… my allowance has been docked again and again, and now I barely have enough for food. If I still can’t master the Wind-Chasing Sword, I can’t imagine what will happen.”

“So, let’s do our best together!”

Emily Thompson bounced lightly to cheer herself up, hugged the long sword to her chest again, and hurried along the path.

At the end of the path was a quiet little courtyard. The jujube-red gate was tightly closed, and an old plaque reading “Shen Garden” hung alone above the door. Emily Thompson smiled slightly, didn’t bother to push the door, calculated the time with her fingers, ran to a spot about ten steps from the door, and with a light tap of her feet, leapt over the yard-high wall like a bird.

Suddenly, a towering pine tree appeared in front of her, blocking her way like a fierce guardian. Emily Thompson ignored it and ran straight through, passing through without any obstruction, and landed lightly on the ground.

The little girl turned around and bowed to the phantom pine tree.

“Grandpa Tree, thank you for watching the house.”

Then she ran all the way into the house, scooped a ladle of cool water from the kitchen vat, gulped it down happily, wiped her mouth with her small hand, let out a long breath, picked up the long sword, and went to the training ground behind the house.