In the world of martial arts, I can invest in countless realms.

Chapter 2 Time Waits for No One

"Xiaoya!"

Watching the girl dodge, Lu Sheng felt as if a knife was piercing his heart again and again.

The excruciating pain in my right hand seemed insignificant compared to this agonizing agony.

After a while, when the girl finally regained some strength, she managed to cover her body with her tattered clothes and then staggered to her feet.

She walked over to Lu Sheng and carefully helped him up. The girl didn't blame him; instead, she gave him a comforting smile.

Although the smile was forced, it made Lu Sheng's heart tighten.

After carefully helping him up, the girl hurriedly fetched a doctor for him, bandaged his wounds, got medicine, bought groceries and rice, and busied herself with other tasks.

After finishing everything, the girl left, and everything was so peaceful.

It was as if everything that had happened before was just a dream.

Lu Sheng could clearly sense that those once bright eyes now appeared somewhat empty.

Time passed slowly, and the sun set. Lu Sheng did not wait for the girl to return; instead, he received the news that she had jumped into the river.

When they met again, the bright and lively girl who had always been by his side was now just a cold corpse.

The girl's skin was pale from being soaked, but the scars all over her body were still clearly visible.

The whispers and discussions around her weren't expressions of sympathy; instead, they were pointing at her wounds and accusing her of indiscretion.

Lu Sheng had no time to care about any of this.

When he saw the girl's body, he felt completely numb, as if his whole body was buzzing.

He stiffly carried the girl's body back, and then, with his only remaining strong left hand, Lu Sheng painstakingly dug a hole and buried her.

As the last handful of soil fell, the last vestige of color in Lu Sheng's eyes seemed to vanish, leaving only numbness and endless hatred.

He couldn't understand why good people were driven to desperation, while evil people lived carefree lives.

He wanted revenge, but found that his hard-earned swordsmanship was no match for the guards of a few peasant farmers.

Time and again, all that awaited them was endless humiliation and despair.

After retying the rope around his body, ignoring his injuries, Lu Sheng resumed practicing his incomplete sword technique.

Even though he knew that no matter how well he practiced, there might be no hope, he had no other choice.

But this swordsmanship was really too ordinary, it couldn't even be called swordsmanship, it was even a bit of a circus act.

Even with such poor swordsmanship, he was able to injure two people after practicing for a few days, which only shows his talent, at least his talent in swordsmanship is quite high.

"Do you want revenge?"

The sudden voice rang in his mind, startling Lu Sheng, who immediately scanned his surroundings.

Apart from the tree in front of him, the surrounding flat land was completely visible.

He looked around, but found nothing.

"Do you want revenge?"

The sudden sound echoed in his ears again, completely pulling him back to reality.

Could it be that my prayers day and night have finally been answered?

In an instant, Lu Sheng's eyes seemed to regain their color, and a strange hope welled up in his heart again.

This voice was like a ray of light in his despair; even if it was illusory, he had to grasp it.

"I want revenge, I want it!" he almost roared, gripping the sword tightly in his hand.

"I want revenge!"

"Alright, then I'll give you the ability to take revenge!" Looking at Lu Sheng, who was almost insane at the moment, Shen Che nodded and made his first deal.

"But I want everything you have, even everything I own, even your life, would you be willing?"

"I do!" Lu Sheng nodded without hesitation, as if afraid that the voice was fake.

"I would give anything for it!"

"Okay, the deal is done!"

Hidden Sword Pavilion is the most heavily guarded and important place in the Imperial Sword Manor.

The upper level is the Sword Pavilion, and the lower level contains the secret manuals.

After searching for quite some time, Shen Che finally found the cultivation technique he was looking for.

Although his body is now somewhat frail, he has a photographic memory; he can memorize a secret manual after only reading it once or twice.

Only when you have completely memorized these things and they truly belong to you can they be used for trading.

However, Shen Che did not immediately make the transaction. Instead, he waited until Lu Sheng had buried the girl before speaking out in his most desperate and helpless moment.

The most desperate moment is when you invest the least and achieve the most.

A qualified investor must know how to kick someone when they're down and make things worse.

Unfortunately, I was still a little too anxious; I had so little sympathy!

"The Wood-Burning Technique!"

This is a skill for training assassins; the skill gained in one day is more than ten times better than other similar skills.

Similarly, each day of practice will shorten one's lifespan by more than ten days.

Once you begin cultivation, it's like lighting kindling. Your vital energy and blood are like lamp oil, and your lifespan is like the wick.

Unable to stop, and unable to specialize in other techniques, one can only follow one path to its end.

Lu Sheng came from a poor family and had nothing. All he could do was burn himself out.

Time waits for no one, so we can only make things difficult for Lu Sheng.

Fortunately, Shen Che could sense that the upper limit of Lu Sheng's world was not high, at least it was quite different from his own world.

Although the Burning Wood Technique itself is not considered advanced, in Lu Sheng's world, even if it is not top-tier, it should not be considered bad.

In addition to the Burning Wood Technique, Shen Che also chose the sword technique "Qimen Three Lives Sword".

This is a book about left-handed swordsmanship, known for its unconventionality, speed, and exceptional skill.

They are determined to forge ahead and live even in the face of death.

The sword technique was swift and unpredictable, even within the Hidden Sword Manor, it was considered a superior sword technique.

The moment the deal was struck, the techniques of the Burning Wood Skill and the swordplay of the Qimen Three Lives Sword were etched into Lu Sheng's mind.

Shen Che took the opportunity to adjust the time difference to a hundred times, which was the highest value he could control at this time.

In other words, for every day that Shen Che spends here, Lu Sheng will spend a hundred days.

"If you want to take revenge, you must endure what others cannot endure, and you must never ruin yourself because of a moment of anger."

Shen Che's illusory voice reappeared in Lu Sheng's mind, and all he gave Lu Sheng was the word "patience".

Before mastering martial arts, one must endure.

If you die before killing your enemy, then everything will be in vain.

With a speed difference of 100 days, Shen Che was really afraid that if he woke up one day, Lu Sheng would be unable to resist taking out his knife to seek revenge.

Whether he can get his revenge or not is another matter, but he will face endless pursuit.

Should Shen Che gamble on Lu Sheng's luck in escaping the pursuit? He dared not gamble, nor could he.

As a good investor, of course you want to maximize your profits, and you can't let his investment go to waste.

Two cultivation manuals are nothing special, but time waits for no one, and he only has a dozen days left.

Fortunately, although Lu Sheng came from a poor background and was obsessed with revenge, he was clearly very obedient to advice.

Or rather, he was willing to endure anything as long as he could get revenge.

The voice that suddenly appeared in his mind and the secret manual that was suddenly imprinted in his mind miraculously made him subconsciously obey.

This was his only hope, and the opportunity might only come once. He couldn't afford to lose it, and he dared not lose it.

During this period, Shen Che practically lived and ate at the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Besides observing Lu Sheng's progress, he would also occasionally select some cultivation experience notes left by the seniors of Cangjian Villa for him.

With such a large investment, we must recoup our costs and profits.

Time passed little by little. At first, it wasn't very noticeable, but after a month or two, obvious changes began to appear on Lu Sheng.

His momentum grew stronger and stronger, and his swordsmanship became increasingly fierce.

Compared to the steady progress of his Burning Wood Skill, Lu Sheng's progress in swordsmanship was particularly astonishing.

In less than a year, he had mastered the sword technique, and his sword skills improved rapidly, becoming increasingly superb.

Even if only one hand and one leg are flexible, it doesn't affect anything at all.

In just a few short years, without any famous teacher to guide him, he developed his own ideas, surpassing others' decades of arduous practice.

Even ordinary iron shines like a peerless sword in his hands.

Such a natural sword vein is incredibly terrifying; it makes everyone who sees it extremely envious.

Similarly, his appearance changed more and more, from a boy to a young man, to middle age, and to old age.

For Shen Che, it was only a short ten days, but for Lu Sheng, it was nearly four or five years that passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Sheng, who should have been in the prime of his twenties, now had white hair and looked like the sun setting in the west.

In the past five years, the burning wood exercise has consumed nearly fifty years of my life.

At this time, although he was only twenty years old, his body was already that of someone in his sixties.

His swordplay became increasingly steady and faster, but recently he has gradually become a little impatient.

It wasn't that his swordsmanship was flawed, but rather that he was getting impatient; he clearly felt he was getting old.

Even though his internal strength was becoming increasingly profound, giving him the illusion of being invincible, the sense of approaching old age was still very real.

At this moment, he was like a piece of firewood about to burn out; though the flames were strong and intense, they could not last long.

If he doesn't take revenge now, he'll die before his enemy does.

Meanwhile, Shen Che, who was in the Hidden Sword Pavilion, looked at the bright moon gradually rising outside the window and unconsciously clenched his fist.

Tomorrow is the so-called clan gathering that these people have been instigating. It seems it's time to reap the rewards!

He focused his mind into the system and found Lu Sheng, who was still working hard.

Over this long period of time, almost every time I saw him, Lu Sheng was making efforts tirelessly.

Obedient, hardworking, and giving it her all—she's practically perfect.

Unfortunately, time waits for no one, and it can only be used as consumables.

"Lu Sheng, that's enough. Do you still want revenge?"

The sudden appearance of the familiar voice made Lu Sheng, who was still struggling, pause in his movements, and then a look of wild joy appeared on his face.

He knew that he had waited so long, and it was finally over.

"I think!"

He couldn't help but let out a low growl, the wooden hilt of the sword creaking in his hand.

The deep-seated hatred was devouring him every moment. After practicing swordsmanship for so long, it was time to get his hands dirty with blood.

"If you want to, then go! I'll give you one last gift!"

As Shen Che's illusory voice faded, a cultivation manual instantly appeared in Lu Sheng's mind.

"A fleeting moment of beauty!"

After just one glance, Lu Sheng started practicing without hesitation.

All vitality, sword energy, killing intent, and momentum are integrated into one, condensing into a final force, burning everything for a single moment of brilliance.

This is an absolute sublimation, and also a fatal blow. After this blow, everything will be burned to ashes.

He was just about to seek revenge, and he could accumulate killing intent and momentum through continuous killing.

The final bloom will surely be dazzling.

That power must be very tempting.

"Go! Go and take revenge! A true man should kill; kill one man in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles!"

"revenge!"