Winter, 1933.
"D * mn, why is the weather so cold?!”
A 24-year-old youth holding an oil lamp tightened his tattered army green coat. The corners of his mouth curled up as he cursed the weather with an evil smile while walking on the train station platform in Sand City.
The young man was extremely handsome. His facial features were distinct like a sculpture, and his angular face was abnormally handsome. On the outside, he looked like he was loose and unrestrained, but the light that inadvertently revealed in his eyes was not to be underestimated. He had a head of thick black hair and a pair of slender peach blossom eyes under his sword-like eyebrows. He was full of affection and would make people fall into him if they were not careful. His tall nose and reasonably thick red lips had a dazzling evil smile on them, all of which showed his nobility and elegance.
If he were to change his rustic outfit into casual clothes, he would look like a prince charming in a fairy tale under the moonlight.
As for why he was here, it all started a year ago…
"It hurts…"
The pain on his back woke Wang Ziyu up, but he didn't know if he had really woken up because his eyelids were so heavy that it felt like they were weighed down by a thousand pounds. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open them even a crack.
"Ah ~!"
Although he felt a piercing pain on his back, it was instantly drowned out by the galloping horses in his mind.
Wang Ziyu had never experienced such a painful experience. He felt as if his brain had been cracked open and smashed into a pile of mud.
Countless fragments of images in his mind were like a surging tide. Two life memories appeared on the left and right sides of his brain like a lantern.
The memories of his past life and present life were running amok in his mind. Countless messy memories appeared inexplicably and suddenly disappeared. It was like an iceberg meeting a melting flame, producing an intense reaction in his mind. Suddenly, the world collapsed.
"Boom…"
Countless booming sounds exploded in his mind, and a splitting headache came wave after wave. Wang Ziyu grunted and felt a stream of liquid flowing down his nose, carrying a strong blood type smell.
Time seemed to have passed for a century, and the pain in Wang Ziyu's head disappeared like the tide.
After sorting out the memories in his mind, he knew that he had transmigrated to Sand City in 1932 and became a mysterious tomb raider family, the last descendant of the Wang family.
The Wang Clan used to be from Beijing. They made their fortune by raiding tombs, but on the surface, they were an innocent antique shop. They had appraised countless treasures, collected countless antiques, and sold countless antiques.
However, not long after Wang Ziyu was born, his parents found out that their family was targeted by a huge mysterious force. Before they could prepare, a group of mysterious people broke into their house one night and killed his parents. There was a grandfather who was highly skilled in martial arts who escaped with Wang Ziyu, who was still in swaddling clothes. In the end, he settled down in Sand City and began to take care of Wang Ziyu while concealing his identity.
The Wang family's tomb raiding skills were broad and profound. Mojin Commandant's "Xunlong Dingxue", Faqiu Tianguan's "Double-finger Cave Exploration", Xieling Lishi's "Look, smell, ask, cut", Mountain-moving Taoist's "Mountain-moving Armor Splitting Technique", and somehow, he learned the entire "Secret Skill of Feng Shui with Sixteen Characters" from Zhang Sanlian and Zhang San Ye.
Wang Ziyu's grandfather had taught him a set of boxing techniques that combined the Eight Trigrams Palm and Xingyi Fist since he was young. It was called the Eight Trigrams Xingyi Fist.
The Eight Trigrams Shape-Will Fist combined martial arts and breathing techniques into one. It focused on both internal and external cultivation, emphasizing the flexibility of body movements and killing in one strike. Its techniques include pushing, supporting, covering, splitting, bumping, moving, cutting, taking, etc. All the weapons in this system were knives, spears, swords, halberds, and so on. The training method reflected the characteristics of changing as you walked, moving with weapons, changing with steps, and connecting with each other.
When he was 20 years old, his grandfather passed on all the tomb robbing skills and the position of the Wang family's head to him before leaving. He said that he went to find a mysterious organization to avenge his parents. After that, he never returned, and he became the only person in the Wang family.
After receiving the memories in his mind, he finally managed to narrow his eyes a little. A stinging pain flowed in his eyes like needles.
Feeling the stinging pain in his eyes, Wang Ziyu closed his eyes again. He only opened his eyes again when the pain was gone.
"This brother is really something. He has such a deep hatred and is so capable, but he actually didn't follow Grandpa to take revenge. Instead, he stayed at home and became a salted fish! What made people even more speechless was that someone with such good martial arts would actually fall to his death because he was repairing the roof of a house!”
Wang Ziyu got up with difficulty and walked back to his room while touching his back. He stood in front of a mirror with his back to him and took off his shirt. He wanted to see what was wrong with his back and how badly he had been injured.
Turning his head, Wang Ziyu saw a ferocious and domineering blood red five-clawed blood dragon tattoo on his back through the mirror behind him. Around the blood dragon tattoo were the corpses of some prehistoric divine beasts, which made people feel a chill all over their bodies. The pain on their backs came from this tattoo.
What surprised Wang Ziyu even more was that his eyes had turned blood red.
"What's going on? Why is my body in such a state?! In his memory, there was no such tattoo on his back. He had never heard his grandfather mention that his family had any bloodline. Could it be that he brought it with him when he transmigrated?”
Before he transmigrated, Wang Ziyu was a backpacking friend who liked to explore. When he was exploring Mount Zhongnan, he found a fist-sized blood-red bead in a hidden cave. Just as he picked up the blood bead and looked at it carefully, the blood bead suddenly turned into a bloody light and entered his glabella. Then, he lost consciousness. When he woke up, it was what had just happened.
The next day, after a night of rest, Wang Ziyu's back no longer felt the pain. After sorting out his memories, he found that he had transmigrated to the world of the Old Nine Gates and found a secret room according to his memories. Inside was the Wang family's heirloom sword left behind by his grandfather, the Paramita Sword.
Wang Ziyu took out his sword. In order to participate in the following plot, after some thought, he decided to apply for a ticket seller at the Sand City train station. Because he had no reputation or connections at the moment, he could not contact any of the heads of the Nine Gates.
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