Lin Mansion, bedroom.
Lin Chuan fell asleep peacefully.
When you wake up again, you are back at the Prince of Zhennan's manor.
The last dream Reincarnation ended with Lin Chuan comprehending Sword Twenty-Three, slaying the Assassin God Peerless Nameless, exhausting his strength and falling into a coma, and Princess Yun Zhiyi being injured.
"How is Yun Zhiyi doing?"
The first thing you do when you wake up is to care about Princess Yun Zhiyi.
The maids gathered around the bed had very grim expressions.
You have a bad feeling.
"Speak!"
You roar, scaring all the maids.
"Reporting to Your Highness, Princess Yun Zhiyi is not in serious danger, but the fetus in her womb is too weak and was injured by Peerless Nameless's aura. It might not be saved."
The maids reported the truth.
You get up and rush to Princess Yun Zhiyi's recovery room.
"I'm sorry, A Chuan, the child couldn't be saved."
Yun Zhiyi's eyes were tearful, and she was crying profusely.
You tightly hold her hand, "It's alright, as long as you're alright."
This sentence came from the heart.
Whether it was Lin Chuan's subconscious, or Lin Chuan in the dream Reincarnation, both felt that Yun Zhiyi was far more important than the child.
Half a month later, you both recovered.
After the assassination, your hatred for the Great Liang Imperial Dynasty grew even stronger.
In the days that followed, you devoted yourself to studying martial arts, and all matters of military and government were handled meticulously by Yun Zhiyi.
Three hundred thousand Iron Cavalry from the Southern Border marched north, breaking through half of the Great Liang Imperial Dynasty's territory.
The Southern Border's defenses were also impregnable, blocking all invading Da Zhou Dynasty forces outside the border.
All Jianghu martial artists believed that you had already entered the Heaven and Man Realm, with the potential to become one of the top three masters on the martial arts ranking.
Only you knew that since that day, you could no longer use Sword Twenty-Three, and your Sword Dao Realm had regressed instead of advancing.
It was a sword art you created with your own hands, yet you could no longer use it. You felt immense regret; defeating Peerless Nameless seemed to be your only highlight in this life.
In the thirty-ninth year of Chang'an, during a battle between the Southern Border and Great Zhou, Old Sword God Li Chengying died protecting your escape.
At the same time, the news of your martial arts cultivation stagnating and regressing spread throughout the world.
The world said, "Prince of Zhennan Lin Chuan's sword died that day, along with the fetus in the Southern Border Princess's womb."
In the fortieth year of Chang'an, the Blind Sword God became the second-ranked master in the world on the martial arts ranking.
The Blind Sword God declared, "In one month, I will challenge the world's number one, Wine Immortal Lord."
Wine Immortal Lord is the title of the current world's number one.
Wine Immortal Lord proved his Dao with his fists, his iron fists shattering all weapons in the world, making him the undisputed world's number one.
He alone held down a city, and both the Da Zhou and Great Liang Imperial Dynasties dared not touch it.
A month later, you went to Wine Immortal City to watch the battle.
The battle between the newly risen legendary Blind Sword God and the invincible Wine Immortal Lord attracted masters from half the Jianghu to observe.
The Blind Sword God stood high in the sky.
He said, "I have a close friend who used to love to pretend to be a Sword Dao master in front of me, but now he can't use a sword anymore."
The world did not know who the Blind Sword God's close friend was.
Only you knew, remembering it deeply.
The Blind Sword God said, "My close friend's sword and heart are both trapped. I want to borrow a sword from him to grant him Sword Heart Transparency, but it lacks some momentum. Among all the martial arts in the world, I think Wine Immortal Lord, your momentum is the most useful."
Wine Immortal Lord sat on the city wall, drinking wine, and smiled faintly, "Saying such words, you will die."
The Blind Sword God said, "Only my close friend knows that a blind man is never afraid of death."
A shocking and extraordinary battle thus began.
That battle was fought from Wine Immortal City to the Endless Sea, tearing the sky, and the Heavenly Gate even faintly appeared.
No one knew the final outcome.
When Wine Immortal Lord returned to Wine Immortal City, the Blind Sword God was nowhere to be found.
You saw a shocking sword mark on Wine Immortal Lord's chest, emanating astonishing Sword Intent.
You walked up to the Wine Immortal City wall and asked, "Is the Blind Sword God dead?"
"Crippled. He only has one chance to use a sword in this life."
Wine Immortal Lord looked at you and mocked, "Your sword is not pure; it's far inferior to the Blind Sword God's."
"Why don't this Prince also borrow Wine Immortal Lord's sword to hone my own?"
Your voice echoed above Wine Immortal City.
At that moment, masters from half the Jianghu looked at you. No one expected you, whose Sword Dao was mostly crippled, to challenge Wine Immortal Lord.
You knew very well that Wine Immortal Lord was invincible in this world. Even if he killed you here, the three hundred thousand Iron Cavalry of the Southern Border would be helpless.
The world said you were crazy.
But you knew your heart had never been as clear as it was at this moment.
You once again comprehended that move, Sword Twenty-Three, named the Sword of Soul.
The key to Sword Twenty-Three lies in the state of mind, not sword art.
"Come!"
Wine Immortal Lord felt your change, guzzled down a pot of wine, his injuries already mostly recovered.
You and Wine Immortal Lord each made one move, with neither gaining the upper hand.
Wine Immortal Lord stood proudly on the city wall, "Three years from now, you and I will fight again. At that time, we will determine both victory and death."
In that clash, you were not as good as the Wine Sword Immortal; it was the injuries the Blind Sword God inflicted on the opponent that gave you a draw.
But in the eyes of the world, your martial arts cultivation had also reached the top three in the world.
In the forty-second year of Chang'an, the Southern Border army broke through the Great Liang capital, and the remnants of the Great Liang army fled to the Jedi of Western Shu.
Thus, the Great Liang Imperial Dynasty existed in name only.
Princess Yun Zhiyi said, "A Chuan, let's establish a new Imperial Dynasty and rename the country."
You said, "After we kill that dog emperor."
Yun Zhiyi understood your obsession and quietly said, "Alright."
In the forty-third year of Chang'an, the day of your duel with the world's number one, Wine Immortal Lord, arrived.
That day, Princess Yun Zhiyi personally wiped your treasured sword.
You felt a different aura on the sword; it was the ethereal Luck, the national Luck of the Southern Border, added to the sword.
Yun Zhiyi said, "A Chuan, there's not much I can do, I can only help you break Wine Immortal Lord's invincible momentum of sixty years in the Jianghu with the Qi Luck Dao."
She had never practiced martial arts, yet she was constantly learning these things for you.
"With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for?"
You embraced Princess Yun Zhiyi. Time had not diminished her beauty, yet you saw white hairs at her temples.
Yun Zhiyi had not practiced martial arts; her cultivation was the profound Qi Luck Dao, yet today she gave all her Luck to you.
Regardless of success or failure today, for Yun Zhiyi, it was not a good outcome.
The old Imperial Dynasty was about to fall, your martial arts were about to reach the Peak, and your not-so-smooth life gradually became clear, moving towards the Peak.
The people who helped you reach the Peak were leaving you one by one.
You felt that life should not have such an ending.
Life should be changed.
Do not say that the evening of Sang Yu is late; it is still full of light like the evening clouds.