The merging of memories told him that he was fifteen years old this year. He had joined the Qingyun Sect three years ago, but his talent was too low to become a Qingyun disciple.,Today, as Lin Yun fought, he felt a clarity in his mind, understanding everything. With each punch, a surge of heat flowed through his body, and in an instant, he grasped the essence of the fist.,"It seems that this world is the place where my intelligence and wit can truly shine. At the third level of martial arts, I am qualified to become an outer disciple of Qingyun Gate. From now on, I will no longer have to be a sword slave."。