Battle Soul Calendar Year 3006
"Dan 'er, are you still not up?" An old voice rang out.
"Where am I?" Looking around, a very ordinary room appeared in front of him.
Qiao Zidan was confused by the sounds outside. She was not used to the unfamiliar environment. She felt a splitting headache as memories that did not belong to her rushed into her mind. Two memories were merging in her mind. One belonged to her, and the other seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Qiao Zidan did not answer, but continued to endure the pain of the memory merging.
"Dou Spirit Continent? This is…Battle Soul Continent? Not Earth?" Qiao Zidan couldn't believe what she was thinking. However, she still carefully checked these memories and confirmed that it was indeed true. She had indeed transmigrated.
Qiao Zidan was the head of a first-rate assassination organization in Xiang Province. She was paid to kill people every day, and it had already exhausted her. Qiao Zidan only remembered that she had gone to an assassination in Xiang Province. After successfully assassinating the other party, the police came. Then, he ran. On the way, he suddenly blacked out and lost consciousness. As for how Qiao Zidan came here, she had no clue at all.
"Dan 'er, if you don't come out now, your father will find trouble with you.”The old voice seemed to be getting impatient. After Qiao Zidan did not reply, his voice became hurried.
However, Qiao Zidan needed some time to get used to it, so she could only say perfunctorily,"Okay, I got it. I'll be out soon.”
Qiao Zidan's family lived on the west side of Spirit Sage Village. At the entrance of the village, the three adobe houses could be said to be the most simple and crude in the entire village. There was a wooden sign about one meter in diameter on the central roof. A simple hammer was drawn on it. In this world, the most widespread representation of a hammer was a swordsmith.
That's right, Qiao Zidan's father, Qiao Tian, was a sword forger. The only swordsmith in the village.
In this world. Swordsmith was one of the lowest professions. For some special reason, the top weapons in this world were not forged by swordsmiths.
However, as the only swordsmith in the village, Qiao Zidan's family should not have been so poor. That meager income was mostly…
As time was rather short, Qiao Zidan did not waste too much time. Qiao Zidan, who had just gotten off the bed, picked up the bronze mirror beside the bed and began to examine it.
Looking at the person in the mirror, Qiao Zidan secretly celebrated,"Fortunately, you still look like me. Otherwise, I'll always feel strange in my heart.”
Qiao Zidan was not stupid. On the contrary, he was very smart. Otherwise, he would not have been able to become the leader of the top assassins in the province and not have anything happen to him. He knew how to use the conditions to protect himself. This was the most important thing.
However, what Qiao Zidan was thinking about now was a cheat. Since she had transmigrated, Qiao Zidan knew that he must have his reasons. He would not allow her to transmigrate. If he did not leave anything for her, it would be no different from sending her to her death. If that was the case, she would rather be shot dead by the police when they arrived.
As Qiao Zidan washed up, she quickly checked her body. Based on her experience, the so-called cheat was either on her or in her mind. Since there was no memory, there was only one possibility left.
After scanning the room, Qiao Zidan's gaze landed on her finger. There was a ring on her finger. It was a gift from her father, Qiao Tian.
Qiao Zidan knew a bit of martial arts when she was on Earth, but she was still lacking when it came to advanced nuclear weapons. However, he did not like those nuclear weapons. Those so-called nuclear weapons were no different from dead things (wood). Sometimes, they could not even differentiate between friend and foe. Besides, if someone else snatched it away, wouldn't he lose out? Or, if he used up all his weapons and did not know any martial arts, wouldn't he just be waiting for death? Therefore, learning martial arts was the most important thing. Although he didn't know if he could escape from the nuclear weapon, it wasn't easy to encounter a nuclear weapon, so he didn't have to worry.
"Why does this ring seem to be a gift from my teacher…"
Qiao Zidan stared fixedly at the ring on her finger as if she had recalled something.
When Qiao Zidan was on Earth, his teacher was an old man. Don't underestimate him just because he's an old man. Qiao Zidan had been taught almost all of her martial arts by him. He was almost seventy years old. There was only one person on Earth who could kill him. Of course, the possibility was extremely low, less than 10%. However, whether that person would go or not was another matter.
Qiao Zidan could only use two moves of the martial arts that his teacher had taught him: Silent Ghost Steps, Vajra Hands
Soundless Ghost Steps allowed one to walk quickly or slowly in a very soft voice. Under normal circumstances, no one on Earth would be able to hear the sound of footsteps. (Because humans can only hear sounds from 20HZ to 20000HZ, the sound of this kind of footwork is generally in the range of 0.01HZ to 0.009HZ)
The Vajra Hand could use a lot of strength and increase the toughness of the skin. After using it, it would not be burned even if it came into contact with lava that was thousands or even tens of thousands of degrees Celsius (because its melting point was 500,000 degrees Celsius). However, the only drawback was that it could not resist the attack of nuclear weapons such as bullets. (Because the temperature produced by the explosion of a nuclear weapon exceeds 500,000 degrees Celsius, and its kinetic energy and pressure are not something that the Diamond Hand skill can resist.)）
"Looks like this is it." Qiao Zidan thought to herself,'This won't do. There's no time. I can only wait until I come back to study it.'”
Walking out of the room, he saw a tall figure standing not far away.
It was a middle-aged man. He seemed to be close to fifty years old. However, his figure was very tall and burly, but his dressing was not flattering.
The tattered robe was worn on his body, and there wasn't even a patch on it, revealing his bronze skin underneath. His originally decent facial features were covered with a layer of wax yellow, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, and his beard had not been tidied for many days. Qiao Zidan could not help but frown at the smell of alcohol on her body.
This was Qiao Tian, Qiao Zidan's father in this world.
Ever since he was young, Qiao Tian had never disciplined Qiao Zidan. In the beginning, Qiao Tian had even forged swords and smithed iron. He had also taught Qiao Zidan how to forge swords. But as time passed, when Qiao Zidan learned how to forge swords and iron, Qiao Tian did not care that he was only five and a half years old. Not only did he not forge swords, he even wanted Qiao Zidan to forge swords herself. Although his family wasn't very poor, they could only afford to eat. The main reason was that Qiao Tian had exchanged his meager income as a swordsmith for wine.
The child who was the same age as Qiao Zidan. Their fathers were usually around thirty years old. She got married before she was even thirty years old. However, Qiao Tian looked much older than them. Instead, he was like Qiao Zidan's grandfather.
Qiao Zidan had never resented Qiao Tian's attitude. He only had one teacher. But at least he still had family. To Qiao Zidan. He was already very satisfied. At least. There was a person here that he called daddy.
"You're up? Let's forge a sword."
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