Edward Grant was originally the heir of the business branch of the second-ranked noble family, the Xuan family. His father, Charles Grant, was the successor to the family head and the number one genius among the younger generation of the Xuan family.

When Edward Grant was five years old, Charles Grant was cruelly framed by his younger brother Arthur Grant, expelled from the family, and hunted by assassins sent by Arthur Grant.

For five years, Edward Grant followed Charles Grant, fleeing for hundreds of thousands of miles, and finally settled and took root in the Divine Blade Dynasty, a remote land on the vast continent of Shenzhou.

Charles Grant was gravely injured, his meridians completely severed, almost reduced to a cripple. Edward Grant also suffered damage to his meridians, which greatly affected his martial cultivation.

The harshness of reality could not cool the burning blood in Edward Grant's heart. He vowed to seek revenge against Arthur Grant, and thus joined the Heavenly Sword Sect, one of the four great sects of the Divine Blade Dynasty, becoming an outer disciple.

At the age of fourteen, on the night of the full moon in mid-August, Edward Grant accidentally obtained a small white jade sword in the Hidden Sword Valley on the outer peaks of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

From then on, Edward Grant was reborn, and his comprehension and cultivation of the sword advanced by leaps and bounds, making him an unprecedented peerless genius in the way of the sword.

Part One: The Land of Shenzhou

Chapter 001: Sword Shadows by the Cold Pool

Night falls.

A full moon rises on the horizon.

On the back mountain of the outer peaks of the Heavenly Sword Sect, two boys around thirteen or fourteen years old are practicing swordsmanship.

The older one has bright, spirited eyes and agile sword movements; the younger one is slightly out of breath, his swordplay light and unsteady.

The older boy is named Edward Grant, the younger is Samuel Carter; both are outer disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

They are practicing the same sword technique, the mid-grade Yellow Rank sword skill "Wind-Chasing Sword Technique."

After a while, the two finish a set of sword moves and both withdraw their energy.

The younger Samuel Carter takes a few breaths, adjusts his breathing, and says, "Brother Tian, practicing the 'Wind-Chasing Sword Technique' with you feels completely different. Your swordsmanship is much more agile than mine."

Edward Grant sheaths his sword, his breath steady, and says, "You're just starting out, your foundation is unstable, and you joined the sect a year later than I did. By next year, you'll reach my level, maybe even surpass it."

Samuel Carter grins and says, "Brother Tian, you're only at the fourth level of the Martial Artist realm, yet you can spar with William Bolton, who's at the fifth level. I wish I were as strong as you. It's getting dark, Brother Tian, let's call it a day and head back!"

Edward Grant's sword paused slightly. He said, "You go ahead. In today's match, I only lasted eleven moves against William Bolton. There's still a big gap between us. I'll practice a bit more."

"Alright! Brother Tian, don't stay too late. I'm heading back to sleep." Samuel Carter waved to Edward Grant and went down the mountain.

"Sword moves like the rising wind..."

"As the wind stirs, the sword follows..."

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"Wind-Chasing Strike..."

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After Samuel Carter left, Edward Grant continued practicing.

Once, twice, three times... five times... ten times...

Not until sweat poured down his forehead like rain and his hands gripping the sword felt as heavy as a thousand pounds did Edward Grant finally stop practicing.

By now, the full moon had climbed high into the sky, and countless stars twinkled across the night.

Edward Grant stuck his sword into the ground beside him, lay on the grass, and gazed at the starry sky, his eyes reflecting all the emotions of the human world.

Helplessness, melancholy, world-weariness, resentment, joy, sorrow...

Such eyes should not belong to a fourteen-year-old boy.

"I've been in this world for fourteen years now. The path I've walked in these fourteen years is longer than my entire previous life; the hardships I've endured are more than in my previous life; the experiences I've had are far more complex than before."

Looking at the stars above, Edward Grant once again recalled the experiences of the past fourteen years, as he had done countless times before.

Edward Grant had never imagined that transmigration would happen to him, that after his life ended, he would be reborn on this land of Shenzhou.

Fourteen years ago, Edward Grant was born into the Xuan family, one of the five great superpowers of Shenzhou. From the moment he was born, he was the focus of the entire continent's attention.

His father, Charles Grant, was the eldest son of the Xuan family head Henry Grant, the number one genius of the second generation, the strongest in the family, and the heir to the family head.

"My grandson, Henry Grant's grandson, is destined to roam a million miles across Shenzhou, to shake the world and awe all directions, a favored child of the heavens. He shall be named 'Edward Grant'." At birth, his grandfather Henry Grant gave Edward Grant his name.

As the eldest direct grandson of the Xuan family, Edward Grant was showered with love, admired and envied by all from the moment he was born.

In his previous life, he was an orphan who had never known the warmth of family. In this life, as the heir of the Xuan family, Edward Grant thought that heaven had finally smiled upon him, that his hardships were over.

But all this happiness came quickly and left just as fast.

When Edward Grant was three, a woman named 'Grace Grant' came to the house and mocked Charles Grant's swordsmanship as child's play. Naturally, Charles Grant was furious and challenged 'Grace Grant' to a duel, only to be defeated by her in a single strike—his first defeat in life.

After the match, 'Grace Grant' and Charles Grant had a long private conversation, which ended in disagreement. 'Grace Grant' left the residence in a rage.

Things seemed to calm down, but in reality, they did not.

When Edward Grant was five, his second uncle Arthur Grant challenged Charles Grant at the family competition, contesting his title as the number one of the second generation and his position as heir to the Xuan family head.