Tang Li Xue still closed her topaz blue eyes tightly and carefully digested Lu Xingchen's memories.
Lu Xingchen was an orphan and a beggar when he was little.
Later, he saved a dying old man, and that old man was a sword cultivator.
Before the old man died, he passed down all of his knowledge, sword skills, and cultivation techniques to Lu Xingchen.
After that, all of Lu Xingchen's memories were about him practicing cultivation techniques and sword skills every day.
This Lu Xingchen was truly the combination of a sword madman and a sword genius.
He practiced his sword skills crazily hard every day without even missing a single day.
At morning, noon, evening, and night...
In spring, summer, autumn, and winter...
With the combination of diligence and talent, his rise was so rapid, like riding a rocket.
