From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

"Tiger Fist, Sacrifice!"

With a thought, a beam of light shot out from the martial arts roulette wheel, landing precisely on the manual on the table.

Meng Fei held his breath, his hands unconsciously clenched, and his eyes were fixed intently on the secret manual enveloped by the beam of light.

"It's finally starting..."

Countless names I'd heard in legends flashed through my mind: "Could it be the Nine Yang Divine Skill? Or the Longevity Technique, or even the Three-Part Return to Origin Qi...?"

Looking at the gleaming martial arts wheel, and imagining his future, powerful punches that seemed to flow like dragons and soar through the sky, a wistful smile crept onto his lips.

But just then, the beam of light withdrew without warning, as fast as an illusion.

A line of clear text appeared on the surface of the roulette wheel:

"Tiger Fist, utterly inferior, sacrifice failed!"

Meng Fei's smile froze instantly, as if he had been frozen in place.

He blinked, almost thinking he was seeing things.

"Failure? How could it be failure?"

A strong sense of disappointment surged into my heart like a tide, completely extinguishing the glimmer of hope that had just risen.

He stared at the secret manual on the table, which he had just bought for five taels of silver... but now all he got in return was the mocking words "second-rate".

The room was silent, save for the faint sounds of the bustling city outside the window.

Meng Fei lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the table, his mind replaying the roulette wheel's judgment: mediocre, failure... Could it be that he couldn't even seize the most basic opportunity?

No—wait!

Just as this sense of loss was about to overwhelm him, he suddenly raised his head, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"Oh, right... Fuzhou! And that place—the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual!"

Upon thinking of this, he almost jumped up.

Yes, why didn't I think of that sooner!

Right now, that sword manual that would later unleash countless bloody storms still lies quietly untouched in the Lin family's old mansion in Fuzhou, waiting for him to seize it first...

"The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual... how could it be anything less than second-rate?"

Thinking of this, he could no longer contain his excitement.

The next morning, he didn't hesitate to exchange all the items he could pawn for silver.

After scraping together enough money, he hurried towards Fuzhou City, covered in dust from the journey.

Several days later, in Fuzhou.

In the stillness of the night, only a few lanterns in front of wealthy households swayed gently in the wind in Xiangyang Lane.

Meng Fei circled around to the back wall of the Lin family's old house and listened intently—even though the Lin family no longer lived there, he still dared not be careless in the slightest.

After all, he had only learned a few rudimentary skills from the martial arts school. Not to mention people from the martial arts world, even an ordinary strong man might not be able to defeat him.

"Bang, bang bang—"

The distant sound of the night watchman's drum startled him from his reverie. Meng Fei quickly composed himself and took out a grappling hook with a rope from his bag.

After several attempts, the iron hook finally got firmly attached to the top of the wall, and then he quickly climbed up the rope.

After climbing onto the wall, he did not jump down immediately. Instead, he secured the iron hook again, leaving himself a way to escape quickly, before silently sliding down.

He held his breath and moved slowly along the shadow of the corner of the wall, taking each step carefully and not daring to make a sound.

He vaguely remembered that the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual was hidden in the Buddhist shrine in the backyard.

After a careful search, they finally arrived at an abandoned Buddhist temple just as the third watch gong sounded.

Looking at the mottled wooden door, Meng Fei's heart began to race, and then he gently pushed the door open.

"Squeak—"

The old, dilapidated wooden door emitted a teeth-grinding creak that sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Meng Fei suddenly stopped, as if frozen in place.

After a moment, confirming that no one was distracted by the sound, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The room was covered with cobwebs. Through the cracks in the window, Meng Fei looked around carefully, examining the Buddhist hall. Following the direction the Buddha statue was pointing, his gaze settled on the roof beam.

He took out the grappling hook he had prepared beforehand and swung it up again. When the hook was firmly attached to the roof beam, Meng Fei did not hesitate and quickly climbed up the rope.

The roof beams were covered with layers of dust. Meng Fei carefully lay on the beams, his hands groping over them.

Suddenly, a soft touch came from his fingertips, causing Meng Fei to stop immediately.

When the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual truly appeared before him, he could barely contain his wildly beating heart.

However, Meng Fei suppressed his excitement and quickly climbed down the rope again.

Under the moonlight, Meng Fei opened the package, and sure enough, there was an old cassock inside.

"That's it! Great!"

Meng Fei sighed inwardly, put the cassock back into the bundle, and retraced his steps to leave the Lin family's old house.

Filled with excitement, Meng Fei cautiously made his way back to the inn. By the time he returned, a sliver of light was already appearing on the horizon.

Meng Fei returned to the inn without disturbing anyone. After bolting the door, he immediately took the package off his back.

"The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual! I wonder what kind of power it possesses? Even the head of the Huashan Sect couldn't resist castrating himself to cultivate it?"

Meng Fei eagerly spread the cassock on the table, his gaze immediately drawn to the eight large characters at the beginning of the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual.

"To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself..."

Time passed little by little, and outside the window, the sky gradually brightened.

Completely absorbed in the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, Meng Fei was completely unaware of what was happening.

"This Evil-Repelling Sword Technique is indeed bizarre. The sword moves were originally quite ordinary, but I never expected that they could unleash such powerful force when driven by internal energy. Moreover... the threshold for cultivation is extremely low, and the progress is extremely fast. No wonder..."

After putting away the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, Meng Fei did not rush to offer it as a sacrifice. Only after a while, when he had completely memorized the sword technique, did he begin the sacrifice.

"Sacrifice!"

Looking at the martial arts roulette wheel radiating dazzling light in front of him, Meng Fei chose to sacrifice without hesitation.

As the light completely enveloped the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, the roulette wheel finally didn't show any disdain this time, unlike before.

The seven-colored light on the wheel kept spinning, and after a while, the light on the wheel finally stopped.

[Evil-Repelling Sword Technique: Blue, Second-rate]

[Two chances to win a prize]

"Second-rate?"

Looking at the subtitles in front of him, Meng Fei was immediately stunned, and then smiled bitterly.

"The Evil-Repelling Sword Technique! This is a sword technique that so many people in the world of Swordsman yearn for, yet it was judged as second-rate by the roulette wheel?"

However, thinking of Dongfang Bubai on Blackwood Cliff, Meng Fei felt relieved. After all, it wasn't the Sunflower Manual, so this was not bad either.

"Two chances are enough!"

Meng Fei took a deep breath, and without further delay, started the first lottery draw.

Seven-colored light shone on the roulette wheel, and countless captivating martial arts inheritances flashed continuously—the Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique, the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, the Great Vajra Divine Power… and many divine weapons gleamed with cold light, so many that it was dazzling.

Meng Fei held his breath and focused his gaze on the constantly rotating pointer.

Finally, the pointer slowly stopped and pointed to the area of ​​pills that emitted a faint green light.

[Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Pill: Made using a secret method by combining the venom essence of seven poisonous flowers with different and complementary properties with those of seven highly venomous insects.]

"Pills?"

Seeing this, Meng Fei frowned slightly, feeling a little disappointed. He had ultimately failed to obtain the martial arts inheritance he desired.

However, there is one more chance.

Meng Fei took a deep breath, suppressed his agitated emotions, and started the second lottery draw.

The seven-colored light shone again, and his gaze followed the movement of the pointer as he silently prayed.

When the pointer slowly came to a stop again, Meng Fei's eyes suddenly lit up—

A dazzling golden light, like the rising sun, burst forth on the roulette wheel!

"gold?"

His breath hitched, his heart nearly stopped. This was an anomaly far exceeding the first instance of green quality. Could it be...?