Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

A knight must first possess a chivalrous spirit, does he have a chivalrous spirit?

Sorry, he does not!

He does not possess a chivalrous spirit, he is only a meticulous opportunist.

In his past life, at the time of his transmigration, martial arts were dead, all that was left was self-interest; later on, even the heroic fantasy was dead, leaving only the daily surrender in life.

The child curiously asked, "Big brother, your long saber is formidable, already capable of defeating ten men. Why aren’t you a knight?"

Lu Xuanji replied with a smile, "Just knowing how to fight and kill, just bullying and being aggressive, that makes a thug, that’s a gangster. Only by having chivalry in your heart, helping those in distress, supporting the weak, that’s chivalry. Sacrificing yourself for the country’s troubles, facing death without fear, rescuing people from calamities, that’s the spirit of chivalry."

"As for me, I am still not worthy of being called a great knight."

The child said disappointingly, "So, big brother is not a great knight!"

Lu Xuanji said, "The great knight is dead, only the tyrant remains. Go home, take good care of your family, and do not dream of being a great knight. In this world, there are no great knights anymore!"

Walking in the Mortal World, for nearly a hundred years, he had encountered various people, countless petty and shameless individuals, many formed relationships based on interest, only to part ways due to interest, but there was not a single great knight.

He reached out to touch the child’s head, reminding him of Lu Fan, Lu Xian, and others.

At that time, he was traveling outside.

By the time he returned home, his two sons were already nearly thirty years old, too old for him to touch their heads.

Rather unfortunate.

The child before him fulfilled his wish.

Shortly after, Lu Xuanji returned to the courtyard.

...

The next day, Lu Xuanji was outside the courtyard again, drawing his saber in a dance.

The long saber poured like water.

Children played around, clapping hands and singing nursery rhymes, playing in the dirt; again playing house, you be the mom, I be the dad, you be the wife, I be the husband. Playing with each other happily, the child also joined in, but after a short while, stood by watching him perform the saber dance.

Then, the child picked up a branch, simply trimmed it, and began to imitate the saber dance.

Other children stepped forward as well, learning to dance with the saber.

Then, holding their branches, they hummed and shouted, beginning to spar with each other.

Lu Xuanji’s expression remained unchanged, continuing to wield the long saber.

The saber was changing, one move, two moves, three moves, four moves... until reaching ten thousand moves, and then he stopped to go home.

Just like this, day after day, in the blink of an eye, another year had passed.

The children started to grow up, becoming teenagers, no longer clapping and singing nursery rhymes, not playing in the dirt, nor playing house. Some went to private schools, some became apprentices, some farmed, others engaged in various jobs. Only the child remained here, learning to practice the saber, the long saber evolving from a branch to a wooden saber.

The wooden saber was only arm-length.

The young boy wielded it, but his saber technique was not very standard.

It was just wildly and chaotically hacking around.

On this day, Lu Xuanji watched this scene, shook his head, picked up a long saber and threw it over, saying, "The way you are practicing the saber is wrong. Hold this saber, use all your strength, and strike the wooden stake continuously three thousand times!"

"Thank you, teacher!"

The boy, delighted, took the bronze long saber and began to chop at the wooden stake.

Lu Xuanji’s face remained somber, without extra words, neither agreeing nor opposing.

Many things seem simple, yet extremely simple things are unattainable for many people.

Holding the bronze long saber, chopping at a wooden stake three thousand times with all one’s strength seems simple, but in actual practice, it is not easy at all.

Assuming a chop every two seconds, it needs six thousand seconds, which is two continuous hours of chopping a wooden stake. Adding breaks and physical exhaustion in between, the time would be even longer.

...

On the first day, the boy chopped the wooden stake three thousand times, spending six hours.

The second day, the time decreased and decreased.

In this way, entering a simple and monotonous routine of chopping the stake, it was very tiresome, very dull.

The boy’s arms grew numb, often wanting to give up, but he persisted.

He had a playmate who became an apprentice at the shop, continuously emptying the master’s night pot for three years, then working for free another five years before being accepted as a disciple.

If he couldn’t endure even this trial, how would he be qualified to learn a knight’s saber technique?

The boy gritted his teeth, continuing to persevere.

But after just ten days, his arms became swollen and painful.

Still, the boy did not give up, continuing to persevere.

The boy’s mother, watching this scene, was secretly worried, bringing gifts to visit.

...

Returning to the courtyard, Lu Xuanji and Jin Xi were in a moment of intimacy, about to engage in passion, when there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a gentle female voice.

"Is Young Master Lu here?"

Three consecutive knocks.

Jin Xi blushed, stood up, and arranged her clothing.

Lu Xuanji also tidied himself up, opening the courtyard door.

At the door stood a woman in white, dignified and virtuous, yet with a hint of sorrow, and cautious eyes.

Startled when she saw the door open, the woman in white stepped back in fright.

But thinking of her child’s situation, she mustered the courage to step forward and enter the courtyard.

"Who are you?"

Lu Xuanji furrowed his brows and asked.

Jin Xi stepped forward and said, "Husband, she is the neighbor next door!"

"A neighbor?"

Lu Xuanji furrowed his brow slightly.

The woman in white said, "This humble woman, I am Little Stone’s mother. My Stone is a bit naughty, and I have troubled you, sir!"

As she spoke, she tried to remain calm, but a hint of fear passed through her expression.

Little Stone, still young and naive, heard too many stories and thought there were true knights, knights who fight injustice and uphold righteousness. But as she grew older, she knew there were no real knights in the world, only notorious outlaws, who break into homes, rob, and commit all kinds of evil.