Starting from Robinson Crusoe

At the moment of closing his eyes, many things flashed through Bi Kai’s mind.

His youthful pride, the spirited vigor in wielding a sword to rid evil, the curiosity upon entering this realm, the like-mindedness upon first meeting friends...

All these disappeared like running water, and finally froze just like the river in winter.

He thought about his broken sword.

It was buried in some corner of the prairie, perhaps the dirt over its grave had long been trampled flat, or perhaps covered by a layer of snow.

He thought about Gao Yao buried not far from the hut.

His corpse was surely completely cold, as hard as the land of this extreme north.

This, too, is good, at least it won’t decay this winter.

Lastly, Bi Kai thought about himself.

His pride had long settled with the grind of pain, transforming the rebellious aura on his face into an indomitable spirit within.

When he lost his Martial Arts and buried his brothers, he also buried the former self along with them.

Previously, Bi Kai couldn’t understand, when a person reaches maturity in Martial Arts skills, even approaching the peak, what kind of world lies ahead with another step forward.

Now he can let go of all these, yet finds that when he can see the broader sky, he has lost the ability to climb.

...

While demonstrating Martial Arts for his benefactor, Bi Kai felt his stagnant vitality finally stir.

Despite the piercing pain throughout his body, he vaguely found the former self from the heat coursing through him.

But it was ultimately a fleeting dream; draped in frozen animal hide, he curled up behind the shack, surrounded by the cold.

At this moment, Bi Kai always felt he was about to die.

He thought perhaps Gao Yao buried in the ground was as cold as he.

But he did not die, so he only drifted into sleep, weary and confused, in the dense web of past memories.

Before losing consciousness, Bi Kai never considered whether he could see tomorrow’s sun.

He knew he might not see the day when his great vengeance was avenged, but life is always full of regrets; though he couldn’t become a Sword Immortal, Bi Kai felt he was fully qualified as a Swordsman.

...

Having envisioned many possibilities, the one thing Bi Kai never expected was waking with all wounds healed.

The numbed arm seemed to regrow from his shoulder, sweeping away all the pains that entangled him daily.

Sitting dazed on the bed in the hut, looking at the burnt-out bonfire at the entrance, there was a moment where Bi Kai even thought he was dead, now a spirit.

Sleeping in the morning, this fatigue dissolved only by evening.

In the dim woods, the impatient movement of the Great Horned Deer could be faintly heard.

With no one grazing them, they were almost hungry all day, only going out to forage under the Leader’s guidance by afternoon, returning habitually to rest in the woods at nightfall.

Listening to the sounds of the deer herd, Bi Kai rose like a walking corpse.

He walked out of the hut, the cold wind hitting him with a jolt, as if pulling him back into the world of the living.

Only then did Bi Kai remember the missing person, he called out twice—

"Benefactor!

Benefactor?"

The voice was full of energy, showing no signs of injury, causing the entire woods to tremble, even startling a few resting birds.

After the shout, the woods were still silent, no sound of human activity could be heard.

After scanning around, Bi Kai crouched by the bonfire, using a tinder flint to ignite the remaining embers.

A beam of light appeared in the dim environment, adding a few thin branches, he looked at the footprints left on the snowy ground by the firelight, Bi Kai finally confirmed that Chen Zhou had already left.

The stomach empty, he was very hungry, yet at this moment Bi Kai had no intention of cooking.

Sitting on the bench by the bonfire, he stretched out the now healed arm from under the animal hide.

Under the glow of the fire, the skin of this rejuvenated arm was white and tender, emitting a warm red glow, each finger seemed newly grown.

Focusing his mind, his fingers moved nimbly, forming a sword gesture.

Looking at the regained hand, even though Bi Kai instinctively couldn’t believe all this was real, he was overwhelmed with emotion, unable to suppress the urge to stand up.

Casually pulling out a long stick still carrying flames, he ran several steps, his posture agile, and began to perform sword moves in the open space—

"Azure Dragon Playing in Water!

Swallow Weaving Through Forest!"

"Celestial Guiding, Carp Leaping the Wave, Long Snake Swings Its Tail, Fierce Tiger Pouncing, Phoenix Nodding, Golden Leopard Jumping the Stream..."

Initially, his steps were somewhat unfamiliar, the sword moves appeared slightly sluggish, but as he continued with each style, Bi Kai’s well-practiced body gradually regained its instincts, the wielded long stick really seemed like a sharp sword flying in the night.

The step transitions, whether advancing or leaping, overturning or tilting, turning or chaining, had no trace of injury.

Not only that, after a round of practice, Bi Kai felt exuberance from his elixir field to his brain, whether it be shoulders, back, elbows, wrists, or fingertips, all felt smooth and joyful.

Phew~

Exhaling deeply, Bi Kai flicked his wrist, the long stick in his hand shot out, deeply piercing the bonfire.

His eyes were piercing sharp, it was only now he dared confirm, he was truly healed, not only averting the threat to his life but also fully restored Martial Arts.

As they say, unusual things hint at mysteries.

Awakening anew, the now calm Bi Kai sat on the bench, beginning to ponder who exactly saved him.

After going through every person he had seen in this world, eliminating the supernatural possibilities, his mind settled on one person—

Chen Zhou.

The one who saved him once, the one who could avenge Gao Yao and himself, the one he still felt indebted to.