Chapter 1 Ye Chen

　　In a dark room, the teenager lazily lay on the bed, muttering, "I can't imagine that the owner of this body is also called Ye Chuan, the appearance and I have three or four points of resemblance, could it be that it was specially prepared for me?" 　　In his previous life, Ye Chuan was a physics student of a university in the twenty-first century, with a fairly smart head and keen observation, because of an accident while doing research in the laboratory, all the machines came to a big explosion, sending his soul to this world. 　　If an ordinary person suddenly came to an unfamiliar environment and his soul entered an unfamiliar body, he would definitely have a seizure, but Ye Chuan didn't have any feeling, he was just a bit surprised. 　　Thinking about this, Ye Chuan wondered if he was a pervert, if he didn't feel anything about such a big thing, then he still had feelings for what! 　　A short memory fusion, Ye Chuan had already digested this body's ten years of memories, in his memory, he was the son of a large family on a certain side, at the age of twelve he worshipped in the Flowing Clouds Sect, and at the age of fourteen he formally became an outer disciple, it was considered a bittersweet experience. 　　The only thing that people criticized was that in the two years between the age of twelve and fourteen, the original owner had hardly made any progress in other aspects other than cultivating his internal qi to the fourth level of the Qi Practicing Realm, and a set of basic Xing Yun Sword Technique had only been practiced up to the third style. 　　"It seems that in order to mix in this world, the first thing to do is to get rid of the name of fool." Ye Chuan was very dissatisfied with the original owner being called a fool, after all, they were now one, and how could he, who had never been stupid, not be willing to carry the shameful name. 　　Making up his mind, Ye Chuan's eyes turned, and his mind couldn't help but recall the events before he was twelve years old. 　　Liuyun clan is located in the north of Tianfeng country, and the other four sects in the country and known as 'one valley, one village, three clans', in addition to the five strongest forces, the eight families grasp the lifeblood of Tianfeng country's martial arts, and even the royal court is also based on pulling together, and try not to mess with. 　　The family that Ye Chuan belonged to was precisely the Ye family, one of the eight great families. 　　Ye family developed more than two hundred years ago, to tea and silk as the main business, accumulated a huge property, as the saying goes, more wealth also need to have enough strength to protect, otherwise it is just a piece of unguarded fat meat, who would like to go and take a bite. 　　After countless setbacks and extortion, the then head of the Ye family learned the hard way and decided to utilize the strong financial strength to develop the family into a martial arts family, to separate themselves from other forces, which led to one of the eight families of the Ye family today. 　　As a child of the Ye family, they all walk out with their eyes high above the ground, and it is too late for others to flatter them, but Ye Chuan is not one of them, the reason is that his cultivation talent is really too bad, and it is incredibly disappointing. 　　Fortunately, his father was the contemporary head of the Ye Family, and his mother was an outer sect elder of the South Luo Sect, one of the three sects, so the onlookers didn't dare to be sarcastic and disrespectful in the open. 　　Nonetheless, Ye Chen was still bullied quite a bit. 　　What he remembers most is that his eldest uncle's eldest son, his second son and his third uncle's son would look for trouble every now and then, and even find a place where no one was around to humiliate him, and even his maid Xiao Ju was often looked down upon by the other maidservants, and every time, she would run to herself to cry and complain about her grievances. 　　"Grass, this revenge must be avenged." Ye Chuan's eyes were fierce and he clenched his fists tightly. 　　It wasn't without reason that he was so angry, nowadays he was a fusion of two Ye Dusts, with memories and emotions from his previous life as well as his current life, in other words, both Ye Dusts were him, undivided and without separation. 　　No matter which one of the Ye Dust was insulted, it would cause him to become furious. 　　Trying his best to control his emotions, Ye Chuan continued to reminisce- 　　Ye family children began to cultivate internal qi from the age of ten, and only when they reached the second level of the qi cultivation realm before the age of twelve would they be selected by the five major sects of the Tianfeng Country to become their registered disciples, but in order to become an outer disciple, they had to reach the fourth level of the qi cultivation realm at the minimum. 　　Perhaps it was because pressure creates motivation, or perhaps it was because he didn't want to disgrace his parents, Ye Chuan had managed to cultivate to the second level of the Qi Practicing Realm within two years, and then reached the fourth level of the Qi Practicing Realm, and managed to cross the threshold and become an outer disciple of the Flowing Clouds Sect. 　　Just compared to the other sons of the Ye family it was much worse, the eldest son of the eldest uncle, Ye Feng, and the son of the third uncle, Ye Ming, reached the fourth level of the Qi cultivation realm at the age of twelve, the most powerful was the second son of the eldest uncle, Ye Tang, and the daughter of the fourth uncle, Ye Xuan, both entered the fifth level of the Qi cultivation realm at the age of twelve, definitely a rare genius of the Ye family in the past fifty years. 　　Depending on their talent, the sects they joined were naturally different. 　　Ye Chuan had the worst talent and worshipped in the ninth grade sect, Liu Yun Sect, Ye Feng and Ye Ming worshipped in the eighth grade sect, Ziyang Sect, Ye Tang worshipped in the seventh grade sect, Beixue Mountain Villa, and Ye Xuan, who was on par with him, likewise worshipped in the seventh grade sect, Emerald Valley. 　　"There's still one more year until the Ye Family's triennial clan meeting, I can't lose face." Rolling over and getting out of bed, Ye Chuan briefly washed up before carrying his sword to the courtyard. 　　There were a total of nine styles in the Walking Cloud Sword Technique, the first six styles had nothing to their name, and the last three styles were 'Seeking the Gap', 'Walking Clouds and Flowing Water', and 'Luminous Movement'. 　　Closing his eyes, the mental pictures of the Xing Yun Sword Technique flowed from his heart, Ye Chuan angled his right hand and stretched out the steel sword flat, and started practicing from the first style. 　　Unlike the usual obscurity and crappiness, right now Ye Chuan danced his sword without a single blockage, there was a sense of smoothness as the water flowed into the sword. 　　Chop! 　　A flying fallen leaf was chopped open, Ye Chuan didn't feel anything and continued to dance. 　　The first style, the second style, the third style, ...... the seventh style. 　　Gradually, Ye Chuan's sword stance had already broken away from the constraints, not only was the sword dance surprisingly fast, the movement was light, and it was uninhibited and free, and then in one breath, he rushed to the seventh style ''Seeking Gap'', and in a blink of an eye, the sword light was like a nimble loach, and it easily passed through a few pieces of fallen leaves with different positions. 　　Collecting the sword and standing, Ye Chuan himself was somewhat surprised. 　　It is important to know that for beginners, even the most basic martial arts skills are very difficult to master, not only because of the level of talent, but also more importantly, the ability to adapt to new things, just like learning to swim, at first due to the fear of the water, it is difficult to learn, and so completely adapted to it, you can do difficult movements, and even create their own moves. 　　In short, it is not difficult to go from low to high, what is difficult is to go from nothing to something. 　　Taking a deep breath, Ye Chuan emptied his mind and performed the Traveling Cloud Sword Technique with panache and ease. 　　The first style, ...... the seventh style. 　　The first style, ...... the seventh style. 　　...... 　　After performing the Traveling Cloud Sword Technique more than ten times in a row, Ye Chuan finally realized the eighth style 'Traveling Clouds and Flowing Water'. 　　Only to see the refined steel sword reflecting a white and misty sword light under the morning sunlight, just like traveling clouds in the sky and flowing water in the stream, continuous and uninterrupted. 　　Correspondingly, the internal qi in the body also accelerated slowly as if it was flowing water, completing small circles after circles, and finally returning to the dantian, from which it flowed out again, week after week. 　　Buzz! 　　A slight bulge in the dantian caused Ye Chuan to wake up. 　　"Mid-fourth level of Qi Practicing Realm? So easy." Ye Chuan was self-aware, he knew that it would take at least a week to advance from the early fourth layer of the Qi Cultivation Realm to the mid-fourth layer, would he not have expected that he would have done it in an hour. 　　There must be a demon when things go wrong, Ye Chuan understood that there must be something that caused this change.