During the era of chaos, humans, demons, and the beast clans, where engaged in a great war. A war that brought catastrophic damage to the world, the reason for this battle was unknown.

Details of the war disappeared, but it aftermath caused devastating effects, countless space rifts tearing gaps in the fabric of reality distorting time and meaning around the cracks in the world.

To restore itself the word consumed countless treasures and regressed. Causing a sharp decline in the qi in the air, along with the countless experts lost in the battle and famous clan that got destroyed or disappeared into the passing of time due to their foundation destroyed along with divine beasts, the cultivation realm went through an era of decline, The Fallen Era.

In the beginning of the war during the era of chaos a famed genius from a mysterious sword clan whose name was left unknown in the fragmented details left about the war, rose to fame his achievement not known, but still his fame reached great heights, but suddenly in the middle of the war the genius and his clan disappeared. Their merit's forgotten, erased and lost to time.

 After the passing of the war countless clan rose in succession while ancient clans disappeared due to the declining era and damages endured, and so a hundred year have passed after the fallen era began, and the heavens began to spring forth new life, signifying a new era.

 Summer slowly end and autumn falls. Trees slowly withers, its pale leaves falling of branches while the tree struggles to survive.

In an old looking courtyard, a young figure is seen laying down on the grass next to a dying tree. His gaze focused on the setting sun.

His eyes unfocused seemed to travel through time and his aura changed. Like the smell of old, his aura seemed to have gone through the river time. The fallen leaves frozen in the air in response to his aura

If anyone was here the scene would have shocked those who knew of his reputation.

The trash of the braymhch family was famous all around clear spring city. The son of the braymhch family head, one of the three greatest family in the city.

The trash who hasn't broken past the first body cultivating stage, practically the weakest person in the braymhch family history at his age.

Yet in this courtyard not even an ant the tiniest of creatures dares move in face of this aura, the leaves dare not rustle nor fall in front of his presence.

A young voice resounded in the old courtyard, yet no one would dare question it words or presence.

"A Hundred years passed and here I am. It has been 14 years since my soul reincarnated in this body, I have searched everywhere throughout this city, yet history seem have forgotten my clan is this their work.

Are they that eager to make the world forget us, is this the cruelty of fate – we fought so hard in the Frontline against those abominable creatures yet chased neither fame, treasures, nor their acceptance.

All for what – for the human race we fight for to stab us in the back, fate ha! What a laughable fate.

I have stayed long enough in this city time to head to royal academy the exams should be in two years.

Letting out a long sigh, the boy whose face seemed so ordinary that it could not be perceived shone with brilliance that seemed to dim the light of the setting sun.

The scene that could have change the perception of the so-called trash then faded, as the boy stood up and his shadow reflected behind him seem to carry the burden of the word, yet his shoulder stood straight, and his brilliance was hidden once again.

His presence faded in the background of the ordinary looking courtyard.

At the braymhch family

 " Welcome back young master how was your evening stroll, was the sunset pleasing to look at "an old man looking to be in his 80s with is back slightly bent and head lowered."

 "Mmm it was pleasing to the eyes" Galahad responds as he walks into his personal courtyard

 "Also tell my father that he should send me some herbs I have decided to begin cultivation the secular words holds no allure in my eyes. Now leave me be" leaving his command behind Galahad walks straight into is room leaving the slightly stunned and trembling old man alone.

 "Finally the young lord have decided to cultivate his lord will be pleased, I have to inform him of this this instant"

 After saying this, the weak looking old man took a step and appeared 10 meters away while leaving no footstep behind, the courtyard sank into silence once more, leaving only the rustling leaves and the fading sun in the distance, It brilliance slowly fading and the world embraces the night to come.

 Meanwhile, the old man appears in front of a majestic looking building, his presence concealed once more, his back bent, and head lowered.

He slowly enters the courtyard, his feet making no noise, as if afraid he might disturb the presence inside. Arriving in front of the door he slowly knocked three times and the door slowly opened.

The entire room looks bright and spacious obviously meant to entertain guest. A man sitting on a rocking chair, his back facing the old man while he watches the sun slowly fade from the window.

 The old man seeing the back of the man knelt down respectfully, then a voice filled with authority addressed him.

 " What do you want Hendrick, I told u to protect my son and stay with him, so unless it is of great importance you will not be exempted from punishment "

 The man sitting stood up his body facing the old man. His face was hazy, yet the bright smile on his lips was visible. Seeing the man get up, and seeing that very smile the old man shuddered, and lowered his head until it touches the floor.

  " It is something of great importance my lord the young master has sent me to request of herbs to cultivate, and he said he no longer find interest in the secular world"

 The man with a bright smile seemed slightly stunned

" That is something of importance. Alright go back and tomorrow you can go collect the herb"

The man smiled brightly before continuing

"No longer interested in the secular world is it. What am imposing sentence, even me the great head of the braymhch family dares not say so. Such fine words indeed, tell him that if he can cultivate well and pass the royal academy upcoming test, I shall prepare for him a sword that befits him"

 Finishing his statement the man burst into laughter.

Then, the old man no longer daring to stay, stood up with his head still lowered and walked out the door, with the head of the braymhch family laughter still resounding in the room.

 Back in the young lord courtyard.

Inside a room, Galahad seats down cross-legged on a cultivation mat, as he takes a deep breath while pondering.

 "In my last life though my cultivation speed was the best, I made a mistake that costed me. Now I can change this."

His eyes glittering in the dark room. His voice sounding once more.

"The first three cultivation realms signifies the importance of the body and the mind. The first cultivation stage :

 The body tempering stage, it consists of four minor realms; bone tempering

Iron skin

marrow cleansing

Body shedding

This four stage are the most important foundation to becoming an expert, and although in my past life I used the best treasure in completing this stage but in fact I lacked perseverance.

For 14 years since I have been reborned, I have being cleansing my body each year by utilizing the natural properties of the world, and observing the change of the seasons.

Linking that understanding to my physique, and now I can easily adapt to any element the moment I start cultivating, But... My path is that of the sword, so why do I need my body to be able to cultivate all form of arts.

My path Is that of the sword only.

In my previous life during an exploration mission. I found an ancient technique that complements the sword the most, and now I can finally cultivate it.

The ancient techniques requires you to be exactly 14 years, without any hint of cultivating at all or else i would have crippled myself and try to cultivate the art, but sadly that won't work.

Only a 14 years old who has not cultivated at all, can cultivate it, and I have waited fourteen years since my rebirth, just to cultivate my sword physique and looking at the complete art it was all worth it.

Taking a deep breath, I circulated the technique that I have long imprinted in my head.

Slowly the changes the season tempering did to my body, was slowly purged, bringing excruciating pain.

Grinding my teeth together, I clenched my fist tightly, piercing my skin with my fingers. In just a minute my entire body was drenched in sweat, then slowly blackish substance started to come out from the pores of my body along with a pungent smell.

Slowly the impurities got purged. It took ten minute for the process to end, and slowly my skin started to shine brightly.

Like chains broken a crack resounded in the air and the mortal body emitted a wisp of qi signifying a breakthrough into the first stage of the body tempering stage– the bone tempering stage.

Instead of the bone to emit a metallic hue like most Galahad bone shone with a sliver hue that seemed ethereal almost nonexistent before fading.

His eyes shone in the dark. An obsidian black eyes that looked unfathomable and hair glittering gray.

Standing up slowly Galahad walked towards the water he had prepared, removing his clothes his body entered the tub, into the cold water. Slowly closing his yes, Galahad fell asleep due to the exhaustion.

The Next Morning

Inside the pill building of the Braymhch family.

“What! So many herbs, just for that trash young master.”

Hearing the commotion, some idle family members wandered into the building. The old butler calmly looked at the white-bearded elder who was raising a ruckus. As more people began to gather, the butler slipped his hand into his robe and brought out a seal.

“Elder Ken, I didn’t know the family head’s seal no longer held authority—or that you would dare defy it.”

At the sight of the seal, the white-bearded elder shuddered.

“Not at all! I didn’t realize it was for the family head. I wouldn’t dare refuse otherwise.”

With a forced smile, the elder ordered his men to gather the requested herbs and then respectfully returned the seal.

The old butler collected it and stood in silence, waiting, while the crowd dispersed—no one daring to linger after seeing the family head’s seal—a few of the direct descendants of other elders chose to remain, curious to see what would happen. The butler noticed them but said nothing. After several minutes, the herbs were brought over.

The elder handed them to the butler with a polite nod, as though apologizing for the delay. The old butler, seeing everyone’s misunderstanding, chose not to correct it.

“It’s better if the young master shocks them himself,” he thought, and left the building, heading toward the young master’s courtyard.

When he reached the gates, he slowed his pace his head lowered once more before pushing the wooden door, and entering.

Inside the courtyard, a boy stood at the same spot holding a wooden sword while repeating the same downward slash repeatedly. He swung downward again and again, each strike starting slow and finishing fast. Sweat dripped down his forehead, but he did not stop. The wooden sword trembled with each blow, due to the resistance in the air.

Then the boy noticed the opened gate, glancing over briefly and seeing the old butler carrying a bag of herbs, he took a deep breath, then resumed training as if nothing had happened.

The butler, realizing the young master didn't want to be disturbed quietly went inside the house. Placing the herbs near the inner room, and went to brew some tea. After a while, Galahad walked towards him.

The butler stood near a bench beneath a tree. Sitting down, Galahad accepted the cup offered to him, drinking slowly before exhaling a faint mist.

“How refreshing. I didn’t know you could make tea.”

The butler bowed slightly.

“You flatter me, young master. As one grows older, you pick up a thing or two.”

As Galahad sipped his tea elegantly, the butler thought to himself:

“Is it just me, or does the young master look different now? More… striking. Before, his aura blended with the surroundings, nearly invisible. Now it feels like a sheathed sword, waiting to be drawn.”

He shook his head.

“No, perhaps I just wasn’t paying attention before.”

Before he could dwell on it further, Galahad spoke.

“So, what message has my father sent?”

Looking toward the rising sun, Galahad blew gently on his tea. The butler, pulled from his thoughts, refilled his cup before replying,

“How perceptive of you, young master. The lord said that if you can pass the Royal Academy entrance test, he will grant you a gift.”

Galahad tilted his head towards him, then focused on blowing his tea. After taking another sip, he rose, picked up his wooden sword, and said,

“The minimum requirement to even attempt that test is the Spirit Actualization stage. Some geniuses might even reach the Divine Body stage by then. Taking first place will not be easy.”

The butler froze, stunned by the absurdity in the young master words. Stuttering he hurriedly corrected the young master thoughts.

“F-First place, young master? No, no, the lord only said entering the academy is enough.”

The courtyard fell silent. Even the rustling leaves seemed refrained from moving. Galahad turned slowly, his eyes narrowed while a bright smile formed on his lips.

“Are you saying you want me to settle for less than first place?”

His voice grew colder with every sentence. Step by step, he approached the butler and lightly patted his shoulder before turning away. Instantly, the suffocating atmosphere dispersed.

“Go and relay my words to my father,” Galahad said, his tone calm once again. “Also, for three months, I will enter secluded cultivation. Once that time is over, you and I will set out on a journey to temper my sword heart.”

With that, he resumed swinging his sword.

The old butler bowed deeply and quietly left the courtyard. When he closed the gate behind him, his body trembled, his back drenched in sweat.

“What was that aura the young master emitted? I was right his presence changed, just like a sword that was unsheathed.Terrifying… And that smile—it was so much like the lord’s. Even though I’m in the Divine Body Realm, I felt fear.”

Taking a deep breath, the butler’s figure blurred as he moved toward the majestic building at the heart of the Braymhch family estate. But this time, his aura was clearly unsettled.