Chapter 2: The Sacred Sword Xuanyuan

Indeed, what was reflected in Rod’s dantian was the Xuanyuan Sword—exactly as he had seen it in the game! When did it end up on him? Could it be that he himself brought it here?
“Was that you calling me just now?” Knight Rod asked doubtfully, his tone uncertain.
“It’s me, it’s me, master! I am Xuanyuan!” The tattoo suddenly trembled before shouting excitedly. At that moment, Knight Rod was almost stunned—the developments were beyond his imagination.
“You… how did you end up on me?” Rod asked urgently upon seeing this.
“Weren’t you the one who summoned me back to life? I’ve just awakened now. When you grow stronger, Xuanyuan will grow stronger too, and then I can stay by your side!” The tattoo spoke excitedly, as if its words were clearly echoing in Rod’s mind.
“Stronger? That’s unlikely! Damn this continent, damn Knight Rod—he knows nothing. How am I supposed to get stronger?”
Thinking of strength, Rod once again voiced his dissatisfaction, complaining that he had nothing and his health was poor, making it extremely difficult to grow stronger.
“Difficult? Wherever I, Xuanyuan, am, there are no difficulties!” Xuanyuan replied with a hint of disdain.
“Really? Is there any way to get stronger? Hurry, tell me!” This question immediately piqued Knight Rod’s interest, and he pressed for an answer.
“There’s a set of training methods here for you first. Your current body isn’t up to par—use this time to train hard! That way, I can emerge sooner, haha…” At this moment, Xuanyuan’s tone suddenly became mature and profound, completely different from before.
But before Rod could think further, an inexplicable message rushed into his mind, accompanied by that familiar throbbing pain.
“Remember to practice on your own. I’ll give you a set of training methods soon. I’ll prepare them carefully during this time, so I won’t come to bother you then! Alright, I’m tired. Time to rest!”
Vaguely, Rod heard Xuanyuan’s slightly weak voice.

Hehe… It seems fate is still kind to me—at least it left something for me! After a moment, Rod calmed down completely, a sly smile appearing on his lips as he spoke to himself. The extra information in his mind was nothing but a set of qi-training techniques, clearly designed for physical cultivation.
“It seems this is the only way. Since I’m here, I’ll make a name for myself! Damn those mages—wait until I deal with you!”
Soon, Rod’s lips once again curved into that confident smile. His confidence had returned! Remembering how he had been bullied by those mages as a warrior in the game, he certainly wouldn’t miss this chance in reality to give them a taste of their own medicine.
At that moment, Rod became energetic once more, his lips bearing a beautiful smile. He began imagining himself mastering extraordinary skills and standing at the pinnacle of the world.
“Ow…” Lost in his joy, Rod accidentally pulled at his wound and couldn’t help but cry out in pain.
“Damn you, Roger! Wait and see how I’ll deal with you later!”
Grimacing, Rod cursed silently. By now, he had fully immersed himself in the identity of Knight Rod. He realized that it was because Knight Rod couldn’t stand Roger bullying the elderly and weak on the streets that he had challenged him, only to be retaliated against and end up like this.
“Damn it, it hurts so much! Forget it, I can’t think about it anymore. I need to rest!”
After the pain, exhaustion swept through his mind, his eyelids growing heavy. Too many things had left Rod physically and mentally drained. With a helpless sigh, he fell into sleep.
…
“Rod, Rod…” In his daze, Rod heard someone calling his name.
“Damn you, jerk! What are you doing?” Suddenly, intense pain made Rod jump in shock. Looking ahead, he saw Kambi standing by his bed, staring at him with a strange expression.
“Kambi, what are you doing? Do you want to get me killed? Damn it, don’t you know I’m injured?”
Taking a deep breath, Rod complained loudly. His wounds had already become more painful after sleeping, and being touched like this made it unbearable.

“I called you for a long time, but you didn’t respond. I thought you were dead! Hurry up and get ready—the old man is about to return. My father said if he sees you in this state, it’ll be terrible!” Kambi said anxiously, looking at Knightrod innocently.

“What? That old man is coming back already? Weren’t we told it wouldn’t be that soon? How can he be back so fast?” Rod was also worried now!

Although in the memories Knightrod had left for him, he wasn’t afraid of that old man and even often argued back at him! Other things might be okay, but the old man hated seeing him acting recklessly or injured the most. If he really got angry, it would be terrifying—especially now that he was using Knightrod’s body. If the old man noticed anything wrong, it would be disastrous.

“How am I supposed to know? Just hurry up and get ready. Otherwise, things will get troublesome. There’s not much time left! Well, I’ll be going then. I don’t want to face the old man!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Kambi quickly fled the scene like a flash, leaving Rod deep in thought.

Rod understood why Kambi feared the old man so much—last time, they had gone out to cause trouble and fight with others. When they returned bruised and battered, the old man saw them. No one expected the old man to become furious and show his terrifying side. Both of them were severely punished. Since then, Kambi avoided the old man at all costs and didn’t dare stay nearby. This time, things would likely be even worse.

Moreover, there was one strange thing bothering Rod, and he couldn’t find an answer—none of the memories Knightrod had left contained any information about the old man’s name. Everyone else called him “the White-Haired One,” but Rod had always just called him “the old man.”

Coming back to reality and seeing that Kambi had disappeared, Rod grumbled under his breath before quickly getting out of bed. He went to the mirror, endured the intense pain to tear off the rough bandages covering his wounds, cleaned them, and then randomly picked a set of clothes from the closet to put on.

The wounds stung again, making Rod grit his teeth, but looking at himself in the mirror, he nodded in satisfaction and breathed a sigh of relief.

Black hair, black eyes—nothing different from a Chinese person. Perhaps that’s the best thing, at least he doesn’t have to live looking like a foreigner. Though his build is weak, he knows there will be many opportunities to change in the future! His injuries have all been concealed, thankfully his face wasn’t hurt.
In fact, what he didn’t know was that people with black hair and black eyes are extremely rare on this continent!
“Huh… Damn old man, if you’re coming back, just come back—why make such a fuss?”
Feeling the pain in his body, Rod cursed silently.
“Which bastard is talking about me?” But the moment those words left his lips, Natrod heard that familiar roar behind him, along with a chill sensation on his back.
Slowly turning around, he wore a wry smile. As if on cue, the old man was standing right behind him, glaring fiercely.
“Cough, cough… Um… I was just talking about that old jerk next door. Damn it, he’s always causing trouble without knowing anything. Early in the morning, he won’t even let people sleep! Ugh, well, don’t worry—I won’t let him disturb your rest. I’ll go find him right now!”
Making up an excuse on the spot, Rod hurriedly spoke, slowly moving toward the door.
“Stop! What trouble have you caused these past few days? What’s with all these injuries? You’re really lucky to still be alive!”
Quickly seeing through Rod’s plan, the old man shouted loudly, his expression darkening instantly.
Hearing his words and feeling the old man’s piercing gaze, Natrod instinctively grew nervous. For some reason, a sense of fear arose in him—the old man’s look was truly terrifying. Something inexplicable was taking root in his heart, leaving him no time to wonder why the old man could see through his situation at a glance!