Lucas was at the stables of the White Lotus sect when suddenly a new memory flooded his mind. He realized that he was not in his own body, but in the body of another Lucas, a horse cleaner in the sect.
Lucas quickly looked for a puddle in the stable and peered into it, confirming his suspicion. The reflection that stared back at him was handsome, but shabby, with tattered clothes.
Lucas' heart raced as he remembered the previous owner of this body. He had been a lowly horse cleaner, often bullied and beaten by the outer disciples of the sect. Lucas knew that he had to be careful, or he would suffer the same fate.
Just as he was lost in thought, he heard a noise outside the stable. A big man appeared, one of the outer disciples of the White Lotus sect. Lucas recognized him as one of the bullies who had often tormented the original Lucas.
"You're late again, horse cleaner," the man sneered. "You know what happens to those who don't follow the rules."
Lucas gritted his teeth, remembering the pain and humiliation that the original Lucas had endured at the hands of this man. But he was not the same person, and he was determined not to let history repeat itself.
"I'm not the same Lucas you used to push around," he said, his voice steady and firm.
The disciple laughed, "Oh really? And who are you then?"
"I'm Lucas, but I'm not just a horse cleaner anymore. I'm going to make something of myself in this sect."
The disciple's laughter turned to anger, and he swung his fist at Lucas. But Lucas managed to dodge just in time thanks to his Random Luck activating.
"What the-?" the disciple stammered, surprised by Lucas' quick reflexes.
"I told you, I'm not the same Lucas," Lucas said, a fierce determination in his eyes.
The disciple lunged at Lucas again, but this time Lucas was ready for him. He dodged and weaved, landing punches and kicks wherever he could. The disciple was bigger and stronger, but Lucas was faster and more agile.
"You little bastard!" the disciple roared, as Lucas landed a particularly hard punch to his gut.
"I may be small, but I'm not helpless," Lucas said, his voice filled with conviction.
Lucas' heart raced as he faced off against the outer disciple of the White Lotus sect. The man was huge, easily twice Lucas' size, and he had a look of pure malice in his eyes. Lucas knew that he was in trouble.
"You think you can take me on, horse cleaner?" the man sneered. "I'm going to enjoy teaching you a lesson."
Lucas also felt his guts shrink back a little after seeing the energy that the man in front of him exuded.
Lucas tried to stay calm, but his hands were shaking. "I don't want any trouble," he said. "Just let me go."
The man laughed. "You think I'm going to let you go? After what you did to my friend? You're going to pay for that."
Lucas knew that he was in trouble. He had no idea what the man was talking about, but he knew that he couldn't afford to back down. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the fight.
The man charged at Lucas, swinging his fists wildly. Lucas tried to dodge, but he was no match for the man's speed and strength. He was quickly overwhelmed, taking blow after blow.
"You're going down, horse cleaner!" the man roared, raising his fist for a final, crushing blow.
But just as the man was about to bring his fist down, Lucas' hologram blinked, displaying the words "Random Luck." Suddenly, a horse appeared out of nowhere, blocking the man's attack.
The man stumbled back, surprised. "What the hell?" he muttered.
Lucas took advantage of the momentary distraction to land a punch of his own. The man staggered back, but he quickly regained his footing and charged at Lucas again.
Lucas tried to dodge, but the man was too fast. He felt a sharp pain in his side as the man's fist connected with his ribs. He stumbled back, gasping for breath.
But just as the man was about to land another blow, Lucas' hologram blinked again. This time, a tool fell from the rafters, hitting the man on the head and stunning him.
Lucas didn't waste any time. He grabbed a nearby shovel and swung it at the man with all his might. The man tried to dodge, but he wasn't fast enough. The shovel connected with his chest, sending him flying backwards.
The man landed on the ground with a thud, his neck poking into a piece of wood that was stuck in the ground. He let out a cry of pain, clutching at his neck.
Lucas stood over the man, panting heavily. "Stay down," he said, his voice shaking. "I don't want to hurt you anymore."
But the man just glared up at him, his eyes filled with hatred. "You're going to pay for this," he hissed.
Lucas knew that he couldn't take any chances. He grabbed a nearby rope and tied the man's hands behind his back. Then he searched the man's pockets, looking for any weapons or tools that he could use against him.
As he searched, he found a small pouch filled with coins. He took the pouch and stuffed it into his own pocket. He knew that he would need all the help he could get if he was going to survive in this new world.
With the man securely tied up, Lucas stumbled outside, retching and vomiting. The sight of the man's blood was making him feel sick. He leaned against the stable wall, trying to catch his breath.
As he stood there, trying to calm himself down, Lucas couldn't help but wonder what had just happened. He had never experienced anything like that before. Was it just a coincidence, or was there something more to it?
Lucas didn't know the answer, but he knew one thing for sure. He was going to have to be careful from now on.
As Lucas walked home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him. The beautiful scenery of the countryside was unlike anything he had ever seen before. He breathed in the fresh air, feeling the stress of the past few days melt away. As he walked, he saw many people passing by, some on foot and some on horseback. Lucas couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for his own horse. He had always loved riding, and he missed the feeling of the wind in his hair and the power of the animal beneath him. But as he continued to walk, the memories in his head began to surface again. He remembered that he was someone's son-in-law, and that he had a wife waiting for him at home. The thought made him angry. He knew that his wife, Mona, had only married him because of his connections to the White Lotus sect. She had used him to get ahead, and he had been nothing more than a pawn in her game. Lucas clenched his fists, feeling the anger rise up inside him. He couldn't believe that he ha
Lucas woke up early the next morning, still feeling a mix of emotions from the previous night. He got dressed and headed down to the lower level of the inn, hoping to find some breakfast and maybe some information about the local martial arts schools.As he entered the common area, he saw that it was filled with cultivators of all levels, chatting and laughing over their meals. Lucas scanned the room, looking for anyone who might be able to help him.That's when he heard it. A group of five men, sitting at a table in the corner, were talking loudly about their conquests with women. Lucas recognized them as outer disciples of the Moon Lotus Sect, a rival of the White Lotus Sect.At first, Lucas tried to ignore them, but then he heard one of the men say Mona's name. He froze, his heart racing."I tell you, that Mona is the best comfort woman the White Lotus Sect has ever had," one of the men said, leering. "She knows exactly how to please a man.""Oh yeah?" another man said. "What makes
Lucas braced himself as the first man lunged at him, swinging a fist towards his face. Lucas ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding the blow. He could feel his Random Luck skill activating, giving him a split-second advantage.He took the opportunity to strike back, landing a solid punch to the man's gut. The man grunted and stumbled back, but quickly regained his footing and charged at Lucas again.Lucas tried to dodge, but this time the man's fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. He could feel blood trickling down his chin as he struggled to get back up.The other men were closing in now, and Lucas knew he was in trouble. He could hear the sound of breaking glass and splintering wood as tables and chairs were knocked over in the chaos.Lucas' Random Luck skill activated again, and he managed to dodge a kick aimed at his ribs. He retaliated with a swift kick of his own, catching one of the men in the knee and sending him crashing to the ground.But the other
Lucas could only watch in horror as the five men tied him to a piece of wood the size of an adult's thigh. He could feel the rough ropes digging into his skin, and he knew that he was in serious trouble.The men carried him outside and started to walk towards the edge of a ravine. Lucas could see the steep drop-off, and he knew that they were going to throw him off the cliff."Please, don't do this," Lucas begged, trying to wriggle free. "I'll do anything you want."But the men just laughed and continued to walk. Lucas could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he knew that he was going to die.When they reached the edge of the ravine, the men stopped and turned to face Lucas. One of them, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward."You know who I am, don't you?" he said, sneering. "I'm Garrick, the member of the White Swan sect. And you, Lucas, are nothing but a pathetic little worm."Lucas felt a surge of anger wash over him. He had heard of the White Swan
The village was on fire, and the screams of the dying echoed through the night. Many people had already perished in the flames, and their charred corpses lay scattered throughout the streets.But amidst the chaos, there was one man who seemed to be enjoying himself. He was a man in his thirties, with cold, dead eyes and a cruel smile on his face.This man was known as the Eye-Collecting Demon, and he was feared throughout the land. His attacks were vicious and unpredictable, and he seemed to take pleasure in causing pain and suffering."Please, have mercy!" a woman cried out as she ran past him, clutching her child to her chest.The Eye-Collecting Demon just laughed. "Mercy? I have none for the likes of you."As the villagers tried to fight back, the Eye-Collecting Demon moved through them like a shadow. His blade flashed in the firelight, and with each strike, another villager was blinded."Aaaargh! My eyes! My eyes!" a man screamed as he clutched his face, blood streaming between hi
There was a large field in the White Lotus Sect. This field was part of the training grounds of one of the outer disciple factions there. This faction was called the Blue Faction.As the blue faction of the outer disciples of the White Lotus sect continued their training on the big field, Garrick kept a close eye on his students. Garrick was also an outer sect disciple, but he was trusted to be the leader of the blue faction, one of the five factions of outer sect disciples.Garrick's shout echoed across the field as he led the training, pushing his students to their limits. When one of the students failed to execute a stance properly, Garrick grew angry and kicked the student's leg, telling him to practice again.But Garrick's ears suddenly twitched on their own. Garrick's intuition was strong and he knew something was coming.From the distance, Garrick heard footsteps approaching. It seemed that one of the teams from the blue faction that was on duty had returned. However, something
Lucas had spent countless days and nights in the depths of the abyss, cultivating with every fiber of his being. His body and spirit had been pushed to their limits, but he refused to give up. He knew that the only way to protect those he cared about was to become stronger.As he sat in meditation, Lucas felt a sudden surge of energy coursing through his veins. He opened his eyes and saw that his hair had turned as white as snow. It was the effect of the ancient plant he had consumed, a plant that contained the Qi of a thousand years."Finally," Lucas muttered to himself. "I can feel the power within me."He stood up, feeling a newfound power in his spirit. He stomped his foot on the ground, and a hole appeared beneath him. He peered down into the darkness and saw what appeared to be an ancient graveyard.Suddenly, a monstrous creature emerged from the shadows. It was a swarm of thousands of black worms, each one emitting a poisonous smoke that threatened to choke the life out of him.
After absorbing the dark energy, Lucas felt an unusual lightness in his body. Unaware of the potential consequences, he continued to harness this energy to further lighten his form, using it to enhance his techniques.He had learned to lighten his body, allowing him to float effortlessly through the air and land silently on the roof of his wife's house. He knew what he would find inside, but he had to see it for himself.As he peered through the skylight, his suspicions were confirmed. His wife was in bed with two men, both of them outer disciples of the White Swan sect. Lucas felt a surge of anger and disgust, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, emotionless void. He had absorbed the Drk energy before coming here, and he could feel his humanity fading away.There was something peculiar happening to Lucas. He felt a slight twinge of pain in his heart, but it was instantly replaced by an overwhelming bloodlust. It seemed as though this was a consequence of his continuous use of dark
A deafening explosion ripped through the air, shaking the earth beneath their feet. The once lush and vibrant forest was now a smoldering crater, filled with plumes of smoke that choked the sky. The Patriarch of the Iron Blood clan stood triumphantly at the center of the destruction, his eyes gleaming with a twisted pleasure."Behold, the power of the Dragon God!" he roared, his voice echoing through the desolate landscape.The nearby village was in chaos, as the terrified villagers scrambled to escape the wrath of the Iron Blood clan. A man in the crowd stood frozen, his legs unable to move as he watched the monstrous figure approach. He was a human with a half-dragon form, a rare and feared breed in this world.The Dragon God's wings sent dust flying as he landed before the man, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity."Do you believe in God?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.The man nodded, his voice trembling as he replied, "I do.""And who is your God?" the Dragon God sneer
Near the thundering waterfall, the beautiful and petite Mei lay asleep, her short hair splayed out around her like a halo. She was a True Immortal, and as such, her senses were heightened. Suddenly, she bolted awake, her eyes snapping open as she felt a powerful aura approaching.Mei sat up, her heart pounding in her chest as she scanned the area for any signs of danger. That's when she saw him - a figure descending from the sky, his wings spread wide and his aura radiating like the sun. It was Lucas."Lucas!" Mei cried out, her voice echoing through the canyon. "What are you doing here?"Lucas landed gracefully on the ground, his wings folding behind him. "Mei, I need your help," he said, his voice urgent. "I've absorbed three Dragon Blood artifacts, and I need the Dragon Hearth that's hidden behind this waterfall."Mei's eyes widened in surprise. "But Lucas, I was assigned by my master to protect that artifact. It's too dangerous to fall into the wrong hands."Lucas nodded solemnly.
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, as the corpses of a hundred men lay strewn about the chamber. The Patriarch of the Iron Blood family stood amidst the carnage, his breathing heavy and labored. He had not anticipated the Virgin Tears artifact to be so difficult to control."Stand back!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls. His index finger twitched involuntarily, and he could feel the dark energy of the artifact coursing through his veins."What's happening to me?" he muttered, his eyes wide with fear. He had always been a man of steel, never wavering in the face of danger. But now, he felt his body slipping away from him, as if it were no longer his own.The Patriarch's fingertips began to blacken, and his eye took on the slitted pupil of a cat. He let out a roar of frustration, his neck veins bulging and his face reddening as he fought against the power of the artifact.But it was no use. The Virgin Tears continued to seep into his body, until he was
Above the mountain peak, the clouds were a brilliant white against the azure sky. Lucas could feel the power of the Dragon Blood artifact coursing through his veins, his muscles rippling and expanding as they absorbed its energy. He bit his lip against the searing pain, feeling as if his very bones were being reshaped."Agh... it hurts so much... I can't take it anymore," Lucas muttered through gritted teeth, as he fell to his knees. He could feel his skin peeling away, revealing the raw, red flesh beneath. He retched violently, blood and bile spewing from his mouth.As the transformation reached its peak, Lucas gasped as scales began to sprout from his skin, shimmering in the sunlight. They were a deep, iridescent black, and they seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The pain was unbearable, and Lucas screamed in agony as the scales tore through his flesh.The scales quickly receded, leaving Lucas's skin smooth once more, but he could feel that his body was forever changed. He
Inside the mountain shrouded in a thick, black fog, Lucas grunted in annoyance as he navigated his way through the dead trees. The stench of decay filled the air, making it difficult to breathe. He could see corpses littering the ground, half-buried in the dirt."Great, just what I needed," Lucas muttered to himself, suspecting that this trip would be more troublesome than he had initially thought.As he drove forward, he noticed something strange about the ground. It seemed to be pulsing with a dark energy. Lucas decided to take a risk and jumped on top of a pile of dead wood, using it as a makeshift bridge.Sure enough, as he made his way further into the mountain, the strange feeling intensified. Even though Lucas was already incredibly strong, he could feel the power of the artifact that affected this mountain. It was much stronger than anything he had ever encountered before except the Dragon Hearth.Lucas jumped from tree to tree, trying to get a better view of his surroundings.
The short, neckless cultivator ventured deeper into the ominous black mist that enveloped the mountain. The trees around him were lifeless, their branches bare and twisted like gnarled fingers reaching out towards the sky. The air was thick with the scent of decay and damp earth.As he walked, the cultivator's senses were on high alert. He could hear the faintest rustle of leaves beneath his feet and the distant sound of water trickling down the mountainside. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. He spun around just in time to see several cultivators lunging towards him with their weapons drawn.With lightning-fast reflexes, the short cultivator dodged their attacks and countered with a swift punch to the head, sending one of his assailants crashing to the ground. The others quickly retreated, but the cultivator knew they wouldn't give up so easily.He quickened his pace, his heart pounding in his chest as he scrambled up the steep incline. The higher he climbed, the heavier his le
The Ivy family was slowly recovering from the brutal attack by the Iron Blood family. Lucas walked through the makeshift infirmary, his heart heavy as he saw the injured and maimed bodies of his friends and family. He clenched his fists in anger, knowing that he couldn't defeat the patriarch of the Iron Blood family in a fair fight.As he continued to walk, he heard a soft voice calling his name. He turned to see Ivy, his wife, approaching him with a small smile on her face. She held out a rice ball to him, and he took it gratefully, savoring the taste of the simple food."I know you're worried about the Dragon Blood artifacts," Ivy said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you can't do this alone. You need to rest and recover before you go after them."Lucas shook his head, his determination unwavering. "I don't have a choice, Ivy. If the patriarch of the Iron Blood family comes back, I won't be able to protect you and the others. I need to find the remaining artifacts befo
Lucas felt the world closing in around him as the Iron Blood patriarch's grip tightened around his throat. His vision began to blur and darken, and he could feel the life being squeezed out of him.Suddenly, a holographic display flickered to life in front of Lucas's eyes. The words "[Random Luck Activated]" flashed across the screen, and Lucas felt a surge of hope.The Iron Blood patriarch's grip loosened slightly as he let out a cry of pain. He clutched at his chest, his eyes wide with shock and fear. Lucas could see the veins bulging in the man's neck and forehead, and his skin began to blister and blacken.The Iron Blood troops around them began to panic, shouting and scrambling to get away from their leader. The patriarch stumbled backwards, his eyes locked on Lucas with a mixture of fear and hatred."Retreat!" he bellowed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Retreat now!"The troops didn't need to be told twice. They turned and fled, leaving Lucas and the patriarch alone in the m
The patriarch of the Frost Sword family, a tall and imposing man, received the news that the army of the evil Iron Blood family was nearing their border. He called his daughter Ivy, a white-haired woman with piercing blue eyes, to his side."Ivy," he said, his voice heavy with concern. "I know this is not what we had planned for your future, but I need you to stay here and protect the family while I go to the battlefield."Ivy's heart sank. She had always known that this day might come, but she had hoped that she would be able to fight alongside her father. She looked at him, her eyes filled with determination."Father," she said, her voice steady. "I want to go with you. I can fight, and I want to help protect our family."Her father shook his head. "Ivy, it's too dangerous. I can't risk losing you."Ivy's mother, who had been listening from the doorway, stepped forward. "I agree with your father, Ivy. It's too dangerous for you to go to the battlefield."Ivy's eyes flashed with ange