Who taught him to practice swordsmanship like this?

Su Baichen took the black sword and was suddenly dragged into an illusion...

No, this is not an illusion.

Su Baichen's spiritual senses were clearly displayed here; this place was...

He looked up at the dark, gloomy sky.

Looking before them, they saw a human army that seemed to be a ragtag bunch.

They wore animal skins or simply went shirtless; each one was strong and powerful, exuding an aura of savagery.

Su Baichen himself, however, became a different person.

A similarly strong young man, whose body was filled with a savage and powerful bloodline force.

He held a thick wooden club in his hand, but he was not conspicuous among the human army.

Then a memory entered his mind...

He was originally a hunter in his tribe, living with his mother and unaware of his father's identity. However, an uncle who looked very much like him had always been kind to him, and he guessed that the uncle was his father.

His tribe was originally very prosperous, with men hunting and women gathering, and they even kept a pack of hunting dogs, and the tribe was growing bigger and bigger...

But one day, ghosts appeared in droves!

Their tribe was swallowed up by ghosts, and he was the only one left in the tribe that originally numbered nearly a hundred... His mother, younger sister, and uncle who was probably his father were all gone.

He will fight, he will fight for his tribe!

At this moment, Su Baichen felt the pain and hatred in this memory, and then he rushed forward against the surging tide of ghostly beings.

At first, he fought relentlessly fueled by the passion ignited by that memory, but soon that passion faded... or rather, the wild and untamed power within him was waning, being swallowed up by endless ghosts.

His body grew cold, his strength rapidly drained, and he was finally pounced on by a ghoul, knocking him to the ground, before being attacked and torn apart by many other ghosts...

The agonizing pain and the impending death were so vivid in that moment, but before he could even process it...

The next moment, his consciousness awoke in another person's body.

It was still a tragic experience, filled with hatred and anger, as I participated in this battle that I didn't know when it would begin or when it would end.

This time, Su Baichen lasted longer because he wasn't overwhelmed by these memories. Instead, he quickly calmed down and focused on managing his energy on the battlefield.

But death still came.

On this kind of battlefield, it's not as simple as just wanting to survive.

There were too many enemies, and his strength... was just that he was a bit stronger.

After his death, he entered a completely new body, received a set of memories, and continued to fight.

Death will still come.

Su Baichen also came to understand what kind of existence this place was through death time and time again: it was formed by the common will of the ancestors to fight against ghosts!

So many people have died in battle after battle.

These deceased ancestors, filled with resentment, wove together the world we know today.

Su Baichen roughly understood that these repeated deaths and these fragments of life memories were tests for him.

But the question is, is it necessary for him to pass this test?

He doesn't want to inherit this legacy...

However, even though he wanted to give up, he couldn't help but throw himself into another battlefield.

Thinking to myself, since I'm already here, I might as well at least have a good fight!

Having lived in a peaceful country in his previous life, he was fascinated by the feeling of having to fight for his family, his tribe, and the continuation of his race.

Perhaps it's a bit selfish to say that, but he did once believe that this was his kind of romance, or perhaps it was a man's kind of romance.

As for the pain of death?

That's no longer important.

After all, he had experienced real death, and the memory of his death in his previous life was so clear that the feeling of death could not defeat him at all.

As he awakens in different people's bodies time and time again in this world, he receives more and more memories.

Suddenly, he felt a deep empathy for the feelings of his ancestors.

At the same time, I felt that since I was going to die every time anyway, why not fight more fiercely?

So he stopped trying to calm himself down and restrain himself, and instead completely unleashed the anger and determination in the hearts of these ancestors.

At that moment, he felt as if his whole body was on fire, and he was trembling with excitement.

This damn excitement, it's the feeling of being dominated by adrenaline.

Su Baichen felt a chill run down his spine, but he still fought fiercely.

At this moment, he had no recollection of any sword techniques or fighting skills he had ever learned; he simply fought using his most primal instincts.

Gradually, he changed countless bodies, but slowly he figured out a way to stimulate his blood energy and some techniques to make more efficient use of his physical strength.

Or rather, this was a skill that our ancestors possessed, which he summarized through countless battles and deaths.

Of course, along with the deaths come the experiences gained from each battle.

However, these combat experiences were not very useful to him, since what serious cultivator would engage in such close-quarters combat?

Just as he was about to continue, the whole world suddenly shattered.

He suddenly realized, was he waking up?

As expected, his consciousness returned to his original body, and the first thing he felt was how weak his body was...

Then he realized something was wrong; why was his way of thinking becoming so barbaric?

"Hey kid, I thought you'd give up and come out early, but I didn't expect you to last until dark."

The old fisherman looked at Su Baichen with some surprise, seemingly eager to know what he had gained from the inheritance of the black sword.

The veteran gatekeeper then said earnestly, "Good boy, it is indeed a moving world, but don't lose yourself."

At this moment, the old general who had been expressionless looked at Su Baichen as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

Su Baichen felt a chill run down his spine and quickly handed the black sword back, saying, "Senior, here you go."

The old general took the black sword and said, "I'll hold it for you for now. When you're able to pick it up yourself, it will be yours."

"Also, this sword is called 'Soul Suppressor,' and I think you understand the meaning of its name."

Su Baichen was momentarily dazed, realizing that the memories of the ancient people he had previously experienced were actually stored in this sword!

It actually carries so much...

Su Baichen swallowed hard and said, "Actually, I didn't want to obtain this inheritance..."

The old general waved his hand and said, "Whether or not to pass on the legacy is another matter. I just don't want the deeds of our ancestors to be completely forgotten by the world... I just want someone in this world to remember what happened at Yinfeng Pass. Is that not enough?"

Su Baichen finally softened, and before he could say anything, the old fisherman had already agreed on his behalf: "Don't worry, from now on, the responsibility of guarding Yinfeng Pass will be handed over to our Changchun Yin Sect. This child will come to your place for half a day every afternoon, so you must teach him well."

Su Baichen's eyes widened. Didn't he need to ask for his opinion?

Then the old fisherman glared back: "What's with that expression? Isn't it good to have another powerful inheritance? Besides, you're a disciple of the Yin Sect, and that sect leader's little apprentice. Your responsibility is the responsibility of the entire sect. What's there to be afraid of!"

"Besides, just because you don't accept this inheritance, does that mean we won't protect Yinfeng Pass?"

Su Baichen was speechless.

In reality, he was still immersed in the empathy of the countless ancestors' wills, and that damned romanticism of men was still making him somewhat restless.

In that case, it could be considered a case of half-hearted consent.