Demon Sword Immortal

Demon Sword Immortal

Author: Alice Megatron

Summary:

The story of a paralyzed, terminally ill man reborn in another world, slaying everything and conquering the world with his sword.

Though he dies, his chivalrous spirit remains; he is worthy of being a hero in this world.

Who can write your book, sir, with your white hair, on the profound mysteries of the classics?

Volume One: Contemplating Mount Sumeru

Chapter One: Knowing Me in This Life

Bai Xiang was awakened by a burst of static.

It was that kind of old-fashioned, low-quality loudspeaker from a school, still being tested, emitting that jarring static. It drilled straight into his brain, forcing him to open his eyes again.

All he could see was shadow. It took him a moment to realize that he was lying on the lower bunk of a bunk bed, and the shadow was the partition of the upper bunk.

After turning his head slightly and looking around in the dim light for a while, Bai figured out that this should be a student dormitory.

The double bed was placed against the corner, and there was a table in front of my feet. The few sources of light in the room came from the gap in the curtains directly opposite the table, and I could vaguely see some books and miscellaneous items on the table.

Slightly exhausted, Bai Xiang let his head sink back into the pillow, feeling somewhat lost.

Because this is not where he should be.

As an orphan who has never been adopted due to his eye disease, and as a patient with ALS who has been battling the disease for 10 years in bed and wheelchair, if his memory serves him right, he should be dead by now.

ALS (Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis) is an unfamiliar term to most people. Even if they have heard of it occasionally, they do not fully understand how terrible it is.

This disease, clinically known as "amyotrophic lateral sclerosis" (ALS), can cause symptoms such as muscle softening, muscle atrophy, and bulbar paralysis within just a few years of onset, leading to total paralysis or death.

Its most terrifying aspect is that it is incurable; once diagnosed, it's like receiving a death certificate that will take effect in a few years.

Bai Xiang once overheard nurses talking in secret, saying that... some ALS patients died not so much from the disease itself, but from depression, from the pain and despair of watching helplessly as they became paralyzed and useless.

Having experienced all of this, Bai Xiang felt that the above description was not an exaggeration.

Compared to the typical life expectancy of 3-5 years for ALS patients, his 10 years is truly remarkable.

He endured more suffering and gained a deeper understanding.

So you can imagine how frantic the emotions that surged within Bai Xiang were when he finally realized what it meant for him, who should have been dead, to open his eyes in a strange room.

But this frenzy lasted less than a second before he forced himself to calm down.

What if I guess wrong?

What if it wasn't what he imagined—not time travel, not being reborn in another's body, but simply someone interrupting his final "death ritual" or even taking his "corpse"?

First, let's analyze the situation. I don't think I'm worth the trouble of making criminals take risks.

An orphan with little property and virtually no social resources, whose medical expenses for the next few years came from hospital subsidies—driven by curiosity about why he wasn't completely paralyzed and why he was able to perform the bare minimum of "self-care."

Even if the body and organs of such a person have value, their value is not great enough to warrant criminals storming into the hospital and stealing them.

This possibility can be ruled out.

A prank... even less likely. He had neither the right nor the value to be the target of a prank.

The most important evidence is that he can feel the difference in his body.

His thoughts were like wireless currents; he could feel these tiny currents originating in his brain, flowing down his spine, through his nerves and blood vessels, all the way to his fingertips and toes.

He could clearly feel his fingers and toes again.

He sat up and immediately raised his hands.

A pair of clean, white hands came into view.

With long, slender fingers and rounded nails, and a few faint calluses visible on the palms, these were perfect hands.

He leaned forward again and saw the white insteps extending from the front of the covered bedding.

With a thought, the ten rounded toes intertwined, their nails reflecting a crystalline glimmer.

After trying cross-legged and other postures, he realized that this was not his original body.

evidence?

Perhaps scientific advancements can explain terminal illnesses and prosthetics, but the feeling of fullness in the chest and emptiness in the groin are things that science cannot explain.

At least, the scientific explanation in Bai Xiang's understanding is insufficient.

Three minutes later, Bai Xiang, now in control of this new body, stood in front of the sink and fell into deep thought.

There was a half-length mirror on the sink, reflecting a beautiful girl with a slender figure and long, flowing white hair, wearing a white shirt and black shorts.

Around seventeen or eighteen years old, with a height of approximately 168-170 centimeters. Although he looked thin, his development under his shirt, if not exceptionally gifted, was certainly beyond that of most of his peers, and could not be described as flat-chested.

Her face shape is perfect, possessing both the high, straight nose of Westerners and the gentle, delicate features of East Asians. The two complement each other, preventing her eye sockets from appearing too deep-set and allowing her heroic features to overshadow her natural beauty.

Her white hair was slightly curly, her eyebrows and eyelashes were also white, and her eyes were large, but her pupils were an unusual golden yellow—like the eyes of a black cat. At first glance, they were very bright, but the more you stared at them, the more you felt that they exuded an eerie aura.

"It is indeed a girl..."

Bai Xiang frowned.

I've already confirmed that.

After a moment's thought, Bai closed his eyes in front of the mirror.

She was still afraid.

It's probably just a dream.

She feared that when she opened her eyes again, the person in the mirror would look completely different, and her life would plunge back into an abyss.

Yes, for someone who has tasted that level of despair, minor physical changes are negligible.

She didn't care which third-person pronoun to use; she only cared whether this was a healthy body and whether she could use this new body to experience, breathe, and embrace everything she had missed.

one second.

Five seconds.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he opened his eyes. He saw the girl in the mirror was still there.

"So."

All emotions were suppressed and focused into those eerie yellow eyes.

"From this day forward, I am you."

After saying this, Bai Xiang suddenly had a feeling that something mysterious was overlapping in the void. In just a moment of confusion, she felt that her ability to observe and control herself and even her surroundings had improved significantly.

Most importantly, fragmented thoughts began to flood her mind.

Their name is memory.

……

"Chilong No.1 Middle School, Senior 3 (1) Class".

"And... it's also called 'White Thought'?"

Bai Xiang sat back down on the lower bunk of the double bed, staring at the book in his hands.

"History Required Course 5" is the title printed on its cover, but she is actually more concerned about the handwritten words at the bottom of the cover, because she first needs to confirm her identity.

She had just searched the room thoroughly but found no signs that anyone else had lived there.

Although they were sitting on a bunk bed, the upper bunk was only used to stack cardboard boxes.

Are these high school seniors who enjoy the privilege of a single room?

Bai pondered for a moment.

Required Course 5, if we change the textbook every semester, this should be the fifth semester, which is the first semester of senior year, less than a year before the big exam.

Yes, it's a major exam, not the college entrance exam.

This was not the world she knew. There were many discrepancies between the history in the book and her impressions. Although students here were also divided into subjects for examination, it was not just a matter of literature and science; there was also an additional sword test.

The sword test only examines the way of the sword.

Bai Xiang couldn't help but put the book away and look at the black wooden sword with white cloud patterns that he had just taken down from the wall and placed on his lap.

Despite being made of wood, the carving is quite exquisite, and it's unclear what kind of wood it is. The slightly thin blade even has good elasticity.

Holding the sword horizontally, watching the slightly trembling blade, Bai wanted to close his eyes, and a memory surfaced in his mind.

In the spacious room, a group of young children, only a few years old, dressed in pure white right-fastening martial arts uniforms, sat upright, listening attentively to the stern teachings of the old man in front of them.

"A sword! It's not just a weapon!"

"Demon power is fierce, chaotic, and corrosive; human reason is clear, self-disciplined, and righteous!"

"Since the founding of the Great Yu Dynasty 1600 years ago, our Great Yu has created such a magnificent empire in a chaotic world surrounded by wolves and rampant with demons and monsters. It is precisely this glorious path that has enabled us to control demonic power with human reason, seal the 'demon pool' into the sword, and make the power of mortals reach the gods!"

"Today, you have entered my Divine Cry Sword Path, and I will first teach you the way to uphold righteousness."

"To learn swordsmanship, you must first train yourself!"

"This is your first lesson! Sword meditation!"

“Repeat after me—Those who cultivate their will, when their thoughts and feelings are not fully expressed…”

The scene shifts, and she transforms into an elegant woman in a suit, writing on a blackboard with chalk on a platform.

"Knowing myself, nourishing my spirit, and forging the sword are the three initial stages of the Dao, also known as the three stages of sword forging."

"The most crucial first step is to 'recognize yourself' and enter the Tao, which means to awaken your true self through long-term, persistent recitation of human principles and meditation on swordsmanship."

"Only by awakening one's inner self can one 'nourish the spirit,' using spiritual power to nourish the body and improve its coordination and resilience."

"Only when you have successfully cultivated your spirit will you be qualified to attempt 'sword forging'."

"When forging a sword, one should incorporate mortal iron from the Demon Pool and suppress the demonic power with human reason and mind. This will give one the opportunity to transform the evil power of the Demon Pool into one's own and refine the external form based on the mind."

"This sword that encompasses all appearances is the foundation of your enlightenment, another version of yourself, an incarnation outside your body."

The recollection ended, and Bai came back to her senses.

She has received a lot of information, including not only the so-called sword system, but also the background of this body.

Like her previous life, she was also an orphan, abandoned as an infant at the entrance of the Yinling Temple on the pedestrian street.

The stern old man in the memories was called 'Bai Shengju'. The 'Sheng' in 'prosperous age' means 'prosperous era'. He was the eighth Dao Master of 'Divine Cry Sword Dao'.

At that time, Bai Shengju was discussing Buddhism and Zen with the abbot of Yinling Temple in the Zen monastery. After learning about this, he thought about it and decided to adopt the child.

Bai Xiang then entered the Daoist temple and became the senior sister of the fourth generation of the Bai family.

As for this dojo, it sounds impressive, but you should know that with the prosperity of the Great Yu swordsmanship—the Great Yu Nine Provinces have thirty-six dojos, and the Red Dragon Dojo alone has more than a hundred large and small swordsmanship dojos. In fact, the social status of these swordsmanship dojos is similar to that of a martial arts school with some fame in the previous life.

They rely on the legacy of their ancestors to make a living by hiring people, but they do not actually have a glorious path. Even the disciples under their tutelage can only achieve the first stage of the Dao Initial Three Realms, 'Recognizing Myself,' through luck.

But this cannot be blamed on the Divine Cry Sword Path; almost all sword paths in the world are like this.

Most of them were founded during times of chaos and war. The first Dao Master was naturally very capable. However, as time went by, due to either demonic disasters or human calamities, many of the Daoist traditions of swordsmanship were lost. Not to mention the most fundamental and crucial 'Demonic Pool Visualization Diagram' for achieving Dao, some swordsmanships declined and even lost sight of why they were called by that name.

The names of kendo practitioners are not chosen randomly; they are usually closely related to their lineage.

The Divine Cry Sword Path is relatively good; at least some sword techniques have been passed down, and ancient rituals have been upheld. Every few years, a disciple who "recognizes me" can emerge, making it a mid-range sword path among many.

As for the higher ranks, there are only the 'Nine Paths and Seventy-Two Routes' bestowed by Heaven.

The Nine Paths refer to the nine great sword paths that were bestowed by the emperor and were stationed in the nine provinces to guard the mountains and rivers.

The "72 Paths" refers to a well-known style of kendo recognized by associations and alliances in various regions.

These swords have been preserved with complete traditions, possessing formidable martial prowess and influence. In addition to their main dojo, they also control extended businesses.

There are companies and foundations.

But the most common approach is to collaborate with prestigious universities.

For example, Qizhou University, the most famous university in Qizhou where Chilongdao is located, has a cooperative relationship with 'Benling Sword Dao', one of the Nine Daos. Every year, countless sword students aspire to be admitted to Qizhou University because of this.

Bai Xiang, the senior sister of Shenming Sword Path, entered Chilong No. 1 Middle School because she lacked talent and had no hope of getting into a prestigious sword dao school through hard work. She could only choose to cram for academic subjects and try her luck with the extra points for academic subjects.