Chapter 3: The Path Ahead

Did Liu Zhan really die?

Logically, excessive blood loss would only lead to unconsciousness. But that's not the point. What's important is that Liu Zhan's eyes started to move again. To be precise, the original Liu Zhan is gone. His body has now been occupied by a soul that time-traveled into his brain. The current Liu Zhan is likely experiencing a chaotic mind.

Indeed, a person from the future has, by a twist of fate, had his soul transferred to this era, just as Liu Zhan fell. This guy is now somewhat confused, with images of the modern world and the present one flashing in his mind. The collision of a thousand years of history has turned his thoughts into a jumbled mess.

Let's set aside who this guy is for now. Soul fusion, though complicated, only takes a blink of an eye. The most vivid impression left on him is everything that just happened. Damn, the cold weapon era—Liu Zhan shivered at the thought.

At this moment, three Xianbei soldiers were approaching Liu Zhan.

"Do you think this guy's dead? If not, the three of us aren't his match. He's too formidable. Maybe we should head back—everyone else has left anyway."

"Come on, he's already fallen. He's definitely dead. No worries."

"If he's dead, what's there to look at? Let's go."

"You're such a coward. What's so scary about a dead man? Let's at least check out his real appearance. Or better yet, let's cut off his head—we can boast about it when we get back."

The conversation of the three Xianbei soldiers snapped Liu Zhan back to reality. Whether it's modern times or ancient times, getting beheaded is unacceptable. Without a head, whether it's ancient or modern, it's all nonsense.

Liu Zhan squinted at the approaching Xianbei soldiers, his hand grasping something—it was his weapon. He tested its weight with a slight grip. Why does it feel so light? Could it be a wooden sword? Is this some kind of prop for acting? If so, this could be trouble. Are you expecting me to fight three Xianbei soldiers with a wooden sword?

What the hell, I just got here, and you're trying to kill me again? Oh heavens! Don't play with me like this. Can a wooden toy kill someone?

But whatever, having something is better than nothing. Liu Zhan tightened his grip on the handle, squinting as he gauged the distance. Once they're within range, he'll swing with all his might. If he can't kill them, at least knock them out.

The three Xianbei soldiers, unaware of Liu Zhan's thoughts, continued their debate as they approached him. Liu Zhan judged the timing—perfect range for the sword. Life or death, here we go. I don't want to die, so let's fight.

With gritted teeth, Liu Zhan swung his sword in a wide arc, aiming at the three Xianbei soldiers. The swing was so fast they didn't even react before being split in half at the waist. Blood splattered over a large area around them.

Staring at the dismembered corpses of the Xianbei soldiers, Liu Zhan felt a wave of nausea, his stomach churning. But there was nothing to vomit out—his stomach was empty, just a few mouthfuls of sour bile.

After a few dry heaves, Liu Zhan steadied himself and was shocked by what he saw. Damn, this wasn't a wooden sword! Could it be a real weapon?

Completely bewildered, Liu Zhan hefted the sword in his hand. It felt surprisingly light. How could a wooden prop cut through three people in one swing? Lifting the sword, he flicked it with his finger, producing a metallic "ding" sound. Damn, it's a real sword! What's going on? Could it be some kind of alloy? But no, even an alloy wouldn't be this light. The final conclusion was that he must have an extraordinary amount of strength, making the sword feel light in his hands.