Volume 1, Chapter 1: The Thirteen Chapters of Sun Tzu's Art of War
Dusk. The setting sun was like blood.
Crows circled, hovering around the lonely village, emitting eerie cries.
Broken doors and windows, wood chips scattered all over the ground, the pungent smell of blood filled the air, a gust of wind made one nauseous.
In the ravaged village, two figures carrying bags walked out from the village road littered with corpses.
Bathed in the setting sun, their shadows stretched long, their backs desolate.
"Have you heard? The Ye Family Village next door was wiped out by the government, young and old alike, not a single survivor?"
"Alas, the world is cold and heartless, nothing surprising in this kind of world."
"I heard that four children escaped, and the government even issued a warrant for their arrest, they are hunting them down everywhere."
"They don't even spare the children, what a terrible crime the Ye Family Village committed."
"Officials want their people dead, do they need a reason..."
Five years later.
Northern Kyushu.
Early spring.
Orioles sing and grasses grow.
In a small village market, sparse vegetable stalls are scattered about.
The number of passersby is pitifully small.
A young man, dressed in scholar's robes, a three-foot sword at his waist, holding a yellowed book, leads a large black ox with a cloth bag hanging from its back, walking along the gravel path.
"Hey, Ye family's eldest son, buying radishes for your big black ox again?"
The young man has delicate features, deep eyes, and a smile on his lips.
"Yes, Big Black likes radishes."
"The meat is very fresh today, would you like some? I'll give you a discount."
The young man subconsciously touched his waist, then smiled politely.
"Next time, next time."
He then led the ox towards the other end of the market.
The butcher, Granny Wang, muttered to herself.
"I really don't understand, with so many mouths to feed, why buy radishes for the ox?"
An old man selling vegetables chimed in beside her.
"I heard that the eldest son of the Ye family is a demon slayer, making a lot of money. Look at his third son, he's so plump."
"Plump? I saw that kid eating grass the other day. No matter how much money he makes, it can't support four kids. Poor eldest son of the Ye family."
Although they were 50 meters apart, their conversation still clearly reached the boy's ears, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
The boy's name was Ye Tingmu, Ye as in leaf, Ting and Mu as in "often remembering the sunset at the stream pavilion." His name sounded
as refined as his appearance.
He held a large black ox in one hand and a book in the other, continuing to read softly.
"The first is the Way, the second is Heaven, the third is Earth."
This was a copy of Sun Tzu's Art of War, a book that did not belong to this world.
It was also the only thing he brought with him when he transmigrated five years ago.
It was also thanks to this book that he was able to survive in this strange world.
A short while later, a golden light suddenly emanated from the yellowed book in his hand. This light appeared and instantly entered Ye Tingmu's brow.
He felt a buzzing sound in his mind, and his body surged with energy.
A system notification sounded.
[Congratulations, host, you have accumulated 1000 days of studying Sun Tzu's Art of War, Chapter on Combat. Your proficiency is now full. You have successfully comprehended the second of the Thirteen Swords of Heaven and Earth, "Severing the Void."]
Ye Tingmu closed the book, his brow relaxing slightly.
"Finally!"
Excited, he quickly opened the system panel, his attributes appearing before his eyes.
Host: Ye Tingmu
Age: 21
Current Realm: First Level of the Opening Origin Realm
Remaining Lifespan: Unknown
Combat Strength: System suggestion, can fight opponents up to two levels higher.
Ancient Books Included in the Reading System: Thirteen Chapters of Sun Tzu's Art of War.
First Chapter: [Notes], Comprehended, Obtained the first of the Thirteen Swords of Heaven and Earth, "Sword Qi Like the Wind."
The second chapter, "[Combat Chapter]", has been comprehended, and the second of the Thirteen Swords of Heaven and Earth, "Severing the Void," has been obtained.
The third chapter, "[Strategic Attack Chapter]", has been unlocked, with 0 days of current comprehension points remaining, and 1000 days remaining.
The fourth chapter, "[Form Chapter]", is pending activation.
Today's recitations: 100 times, with 0 valid recitations remaining
. Ye Tingmu watched this with great joy. Sure enough, comprehending the "Combat Chapter" not only allowed him to learn a sword move, but also caused his cultivation level to jump directly from the first level of the Body Tempering Realm to the Opening Yuan Realm.
As a transmigrator, he, like the protagonists in other novels, also awakened a system
called the Reading System.
It was activated by chance when he opened Sun Tzu's Art of War.
So far, in the past five years, he has comprehended two chapters.
He thinks it's alright; as long as he studies the corresponding chapter of Sun Tzu's Art of War one hundred times every morning, he has successfully checked in.
As for whether this system has any other functions, he doesn't know.
Because he discovered that his Reading System is different from others; it can't speak, it's completely mute, like a bookworm.
So far, only three sentences have been spoken.
The first: "[Congratulations, you have obtained the Reading System, which is now bound. Please see the panel for details.]"
The second: "[Congratulations, host, you have accumulated 500 days of studying Sun Tzu's Art of War, Chapter on Warfare, with full proficiency. You have successfully comprehended the first of the Thirteen Swords of Heaven and Earth: Sword Qi Like the Wind.]"
The third: "[Congratulations, host, you have accumulated 1000 days of studying Sun Tzu's Art of War, Chapter on Combat, with full proficiency. You have successfully comprehended the second of the Thirteen Swords of Heaven and Earth: Severing the Void.]"
And that was it.
Although it didn't feel as overpowered as other systems, he was still quite satisfied.
Reading books made his cultivation level rise rapidly, a comfortable and satisfying experience.
The world he was currently in was called the Long River Realm.
This world was different from Blue Star; in the Long River Realm, demons roamed freely, gods and Buddhas filled the sky, and people could practice martial arts or cultivate immortality. Its territory was
vast, encompassing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, rumored to be boundless. ]
The place he was in was
the Long River Realm, the Eastern Sea Region, one of the Lower Four Domains. It possessed thirteen realms of the Great Dao, and coincidentally, Sun Tzu's Art of War had thirteen chapters; reading it would directly lead to the pinnacle.
Within these thirteen realms, there were four Heavenly Realms and nine Mortal Realms.
Ye Tingmu's current realm was the Kaiyuan Realm, one of the second Mortal Realms.
While not considered strong, in the Nine Provinces Empire, he had entered the path of martial arts, and making a living wouldn't be a problem.
Moreover, the sword technique he had comprehended was the Thirteen Swords of Heaven and Earth, its sword energy as swift as the wind, incredibly powerful, its strikes like purple lightning piercing the sky—in short, incredibly fast.
As for the Sky-Splitting Sword, he didn't know. He'd try it out when he had the chance. He figured the second strike wouldn't be weaker than the first.
Thinking this, he put the Art of War into his pocket.
"Very good. With this Sky-Splitting Sword, I'll be much more confident next time I go out to slay demons.
" "Let's go, Big Black. Time to go home."