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Tang Sect of Bashu, before the Ghost's Cliff.
"Tang San, you ungrateful beast! The Tang Sect raised you, and yet you dared to sneak into the inner sect and steal our supreme technique, Xuan Tian Treasure Record!"
Seventeen figures in white glared angrily at the young man standing at the edge of the cliff, each one's eyes filled with fury.
Their stares looked as if they wished to swallow the youth whole, bones and all.
The young man, referred to by the elder, blinked in confusion.
His name was Xiao Yan, not this so-called Tang San or Zhang San—just an utterly ordinary person among the masses, stuck in the daily 996 grind.
But when he woke up this morning, everything had changed.
A torrent of information had surged into his mind, rapidly merging with his memories.
"Tang San, outer disciple of the Tang Sect, secretly learned the sect's forbidden techniques from the Xuan Tian Treasure Record, and tried to escape the sect from Ghost's Cliff, only to be surrounded by the elders…"
After quickly digesting the memories, Xiao Yan understood his current situation—he had transmigrated.
And it wasn't looking good. In fact, it was absolutely terrible.
He'd become a traitor to a sect, surrounded by elders, and death was knocking.
Glancing at the cliff a hundred meters away, then looking down at his slightly bulging chest, Xiao Yan muttered to himself: "Screw it."
In his arms was the pinnacle of Tang Sect's hidden weapons—Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus.
If used properly, it just might turn the tables.
He was Xiao Yan, dammit, not some traitor named Tang San.
There was no point in trying to explain to these old geezers—they'd never understand. Survival meant one thing: fight.
Besides, the inner disciples of the Tang Sect weren't saints either.
Outer branch disciples were treated like slaves, bowing and kneeling before inner disciples.
Even if it wasn't him today, someday someone would yell: "Do inner disciples even have any dignity left?!"
Xiao Yan turned to face the dozen elders, roaring:
"Old dogs of the inner sect, stop acting all high and mighty! The one who took me in was Elder Tang of the outer sect—not your damn Tang Sect! As for your claims about me stealing the Xuan Tian Treasure Record, what a joke! Even if others don't know where that thing came from, don't tell me you old dogs are clueless too?"
His harsh words left the pampered elders completely stunned.
It almost felt like Xiao Yan wasn't the traitor here—they were the true villains.
"Let me help jog your memory. The Tang Sect mainly trains in hidden weapons. Hidden. Weapons. The art of ambush is the sect's essence. Sure, the Xuan Tian Treasure Record contains methods for using hidden weapons and light movement techniques, which might belong to the Tang Sect. But the inner energy method Xuan Tian Art, the hand training Jade Hand Technique, the eye cultivation Purple Demon Eye, and the grappling technique Crane Catching Dragon Control—those are definitely not from the Tang Sect."
Then Xiao Yan sneered, "Xuan Tian Art is a Daoist technique. Since when did you sneaky ambush-loving Tang bastards become Daoist priests? Jade Hand makes your arm like cold jade, and Purple Demon Eye makes your eyes glow violet—what kind of assassin wants to stand out like a beacon? And don't even get me started on grappling! Hidden weapon users are supposed to strike and run. Grappling? Please."
After laying it all out, Xiao Yan concluded sharply:
"This so-called Xuan Tian Treasure Record is probably just a mishmash of stolen techniques your Tang Sect ancestor patched together. The Tang Sect has been rotten from the root. What's happening now is just history repeating itself!"
Under normal circumstances, Xiao Yan wouldn't have thought things through so clearly. But in the face of life and death, the mind gets real sharp.
The seventeen elders all had awkward expressions—because every word this "Tang San" said was true.
The Tang Sect's founder, Tang Siwu, had extraordinary skill in hidden weapons and agility. But feeling those arts were lacking, he used his unmatched agility and absurd memory to sneak into major sects and steal their top-tier martial arts.
But due to time constraints, the stolen techniques were mostly incomplete. When practiced, they were often disjointed or flawed.
By the time the other sects realized their secrets had been leaked, the Tang Sect had already risen to prominence. Thanks to their deadly hidden weapons, those declining sects stood no chance.
After several failed joint offensives, instead of wiping out the Tang Sect, those sects got wiped out themselves.
Over time, no one in the martial world knew the real story.
But the core members of the Tang Sect inner circle knew exactly how their clan had risen to power.
"Still talking nonsense after stealing the Xuan Tian Treasure Record? I'll kill you, traitor!" roared the Second Elder as he slammed his foot down and shot forward like a ghost.
Seeing the elder attacking, Xiao Yan instantly activated Purple Demon Eye and Jade Hand. His arm turned jade-like in a flash as he hurled an object, laughing wildly:"Let me show you the Tang Sect's ultimate hidden weapon—Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus!"
"What!?"
Seeing Tang San using Purple Demon Eye and Jade Hand, the Second Elder was doubtful he could really produce the fearsome Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, but he wasn't about to bet his life on it.
He pivoted mid-air, vanishing with ghost-like footwork and yelling, "Run!"
Sect Leader Tang Daxiansheng sighed, stepped forward, and caught the object Xiao Yan had thrown. He shook it in his hand and said, "Second Brother, he was bluffing. He just threw a Sand Shadow Dart."
The Second Elder looked closer and realized he'd been duped. His fury doubled:"Damn traitor! Brothers, together! Let's kill this beast!"
As the elders grouped up, Xiao Yan sneered coldly, pulling out the real Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus from his robes. Using expert hidden weapon skills, he launched three of them at once:"I'll deal with you Tang Sect mutts first—Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus!"
"Bluffing again with Sand Shadow Dart," the Second Elder scoffed, speeding up.
"No! Second Brother, those are real!" Tang Daxiansheng cried as he saw the three red dots.
The Second Elder suddenly recalled the description: radiant golden lotuses with ruby-like centers.
But they had moved too fast, too recklessly. Now it was too late to escape.
The red lights expanded among the seventeen elders.
Ding—! The explosion of the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus was crisp and clear, like the sound of jewels colliding.
With that delicate chime, a golden-red vortex erupted, instantly swallowing the seventeen elders.
Pfft—
Seventeen clouds of blood mist bloomed on the mountaintop in an instant.
Even at close range, Xiao Yan didn't escape unscathed. His robe was shredded by the shockwave, and he was covered in blood.
But—he was alive.
Wounded all over, bleeding nonstop, Xiao Yan looked to the sky and roared:"Fk your grandma! You transmigrated me just to be a damn traitor?! Fk!"
He was a modern man! How the hell was he supposed to deal with pain like he was being dismembered alive?
Boom! The cliff suddenly collapsed, and Xiao Yan's heavily injured body plummeted down with the rocks—into the depths of Ghost's Cliff.
(End of Chapter 1)