Watching his cheap junior sister float away, Ye Wen felt somewhat lost for a moment. Although he had long suspected that his junior sister held a less-than-favorable opinion of him, he hadn't anticipated the depth of her feelings.

"She wants to seize the position of Sect Master?" But what baffled him was, "Why not simply kill me or cripple me outright?"

After much deliberation, he could only conclude that 'this junior sister hasn't yet descended into madness over the position of Sect Master'; he could think of no other reason.

And now, the problem before him was far more troublesome than his cheap junior sister coveting the Sect Master seat. If the words just spoken were true, then he and his junior sister were both homeless.

The entire predicament stemmed from the original owner of this body being defeated in a martial contest, losing the wager. Not only could their sect's signboard no longer be used, but even the sect's ancestral residence, passed down through generations, had been forfeited to the victor.

And the cause of all this? It was because their sect was called the 'Shushan Sect.'

"Damn it, who did calling ourselves the Shushan Sect offend? This name is neither imposing nor arrogant, nor does it provoke anyone. Why would such a mediocre name invite challenges?"

Ye Wen had no idea that the region they were in was called Shushan County, and the nearby mountain was also known as Shushan. Back when the founding ancestor of the Shushan Sect established it, Shushan Mountain was not a bustling place; it was quite desolate, which is why he claimed the mountain's name for the sect.

Subsequently, his disciples proved capable, making a name for themselves, thus solidifying the title of the Shushan Sect.

However, his later descendants were increasingly inferior to their predecessors, leading to the sect's gradual decline. Furthermore, the mountain was now home to many other sects or branch headquarters of large factions.

Many resented this small, insignificant group occupying such a prestigious name, which led to the martial contest. This contest also provided the opportunity for Ye Wen to successfully transmigrate into this body.

He knew none of this, so he couldn't fathom the reason behind the duel, leading his thoughts into a dead end.

Feeling stifled by the frustration, he decided to temporarily set the matter aside and only properly question his cheap junior sister later before making any further plans.

"If this is because we offended someone significant, I'll just yield the Sect Master position to her and let her do as she pleases; I’ll enjoy my freedom nearby." Ye Wen found nothing wrong with this logic; everything here was foreign to him anyway.

A strange environment and unfamiliar people; he couldn't even confirm if he was still on Earth. Naturally, he wouldn't consider whether his junior sister might suffer hardship if they had truly offended someone formidable.

His only concern was how to survive in this world—it was that simple.

With that thought, he needed to start seriously considering his assets.

He had already confirmed that what his cheap master had left him, besides the Shushan Sect's residence and a signboard, was absolutely nothing.

As for trivial belongings and currency, they should currently be in his junior sister's possession—though he doubted she had much, given that his current surroundings were not luxurious but rather somewhat crude.

Of course, this was all within Ye Wen's expectations. Judging by the pathetic sight of only two people left in the sect, he could guess that the current Shushan Sect possessed few assets. Moreover, they were now driven from their ancestral home, left utterly destitute...

"In that case, it looks like I'll have to figure out a way to earn money to support myself from now on."

Thinking that if he hadn't transmigrated, he would likely be agonizing over post-graduation employment issues right now, it seemed his life trajectory hadn't changed much—he still had to worry about his future living.

However, compared to his original world, this world seemed more suitable for him. After all, he had studied quite a bit of fighting martial arts, and was 'battle-hardened.' If he entered the Jianghu, he might achieve far more success than in his previous world. At least, judging by the memory fragments of fighting and training he recalled, those skills didn't seem much superior to what he had learned before.

Thinking of this, Ye Wen managed a wry smile. "I never expected this. I had already decided to never touch these things again, yet such an accident occurred." Recalling the words he had spoken to his good brothers, Ye Wen could only sigh at the capriciousness of fate.

Gritting his teeth with a bitter smile, Ye Wen inadvertently glanced at the ring on his finger, and suddenly remembered the thin piece of cloth that had fallen to the ground earlier.

"Right, I almost forgot about that."

He rolled off the couch, and the jolt sent a sharp ache through his chest. Gritting his teeth, Ye Wen muttered to himself, "That palm strike didn't look spectacular, but it was surprisingly powerful. Could the injury be from the legendary Neili (Internal Force)?"

The thought of Neili suddenly sparked excitement for his future life. If this world truly possessed internal energy, it meant he could emulate the martial artists from the novels he used to read—scaling walls and moving with incredible agility.

"When I master a peerless divine skill, I’ll come back to take revenge on you scoundrels who stole our territory!"

Clutching his chest, enduring the pain, Ye Wen retrieved the thin cloth from the floor. Just those two steps left him feeling completely drained, so he slumped down onto a nearby table, spreading the cloth out before him to examine if there was anything unusual about it.

And upon looking at it, Ye Wen was utterly dumbfounded.

The piece wasn't large, perhaps the size of a book page. Ye Wen could spread the entire cloth with the palm of his hand, and there were indeed some markings on it: three human-shaped patterns displaying three different postures, which could instantly be seen as a sequence of movements.

The small characters next to the figures made it even clearer to the observer the crucial points within these poses. Thus, the cloth wasn't some profound artifact; essentially, even someone with no martial arts background could tell this was a manual for a fighting technique.

Ye Wen wasn't slow, especially since both he and this body had a certain foundation, so recognizing it as a martial manual was not difficult—he could even immediately tell it was a sword technique manual.

What made Ye Wen speechless was the row of large characters at the top of the thin cloth, marking the name of the technique. Emblazoned there in bold were the seven characters: Duoming Lianhuan San Xian Jian (Lethal Chain Three Immortal Sword).

Perhaps many people wouldn't know what these seven characters signified.

But for a transmigrator—a modern transmigrator saturated by the onslaught of Wuxia, Xuanhuan, and web novel eras—these seven characters were too familiar.

As one of the famous killing moves of the Sword Faction in the Xiao Ao Jiang Hu (The Smiling, Proud Wanderer), one of Jin Yong's Wuxia novels, the Duoming Lianhuan San Xian Jian was thunderous and profoundly familiar to countless novel enthusiasts, especially Jin Yong fans.

Furthermore, in the early years of the internet's popularity, there was an online game based on Jin Yong’s fourteen novels, where this sword technique remained a mandatory killing sword for the Huashan Sect for a long time.

And Ye Wen loved Jin Yong's novels, had indeed played that game, and even maintained a character belonging to the Huashan Sect—though he chose the relatively obscure Qi Faction at the time and never utilized this swordplay.

Still, this didn't prevent him from knowing about this technique.

The Duoming Lianhuan San Xian Jian, perhaps better described as a set of sword strikes rather than a full sword technique.

The technique consisted of only one overarching move, composed of three seamless, interconnected forms. Once executed, the recipient was either dead or injured (which was obvious; if you’re hit, you’re going to be hurt or killed).

But the three forms interlocked so tightly that once the swordsman found the right opportunity to unleash them, the opponent would find it nearly impossible to parry, inevitably ending in tragedy beneath this move.

Xiao Ao Jiang Hu mentioned that during the conflict between the Sword and Qi factions, the Sword Faction used this move to kill many Qi Faction disciples, proving that this technique, though simple, was indeed effective.

"Could this really be the Three Immortal Sword move from Xiao Ao Jiang Hu?"

Ye Wen couldn't be certain, but because he had been interested in this technique back then, he had indeed carefully read the passage describing it, which thoroughly explained the swordplay. Therefore, he wasn't too worried that it merely shared the same name.

He compared the moves drawn on the cloth with what he knew in his mind and found that the drawings exactly matched the Three Immortal Sword technique he was familiar with. Moreover, the cloth provided even more detailed and meticulous instructions; Ye Wen believed that even someone who hadn't studied martial arts could master the technique by following the guide on the cloth. Although the ultimate power achieved would be another matter...

Holding the cloth in his left hand, Ye Wen mimicked the sword moves with his right hand held in a sword-finger configuration for a while. He completely memorized the sequence in his heart, but this did not mean he had mastered it; he would need to practice it physically many times for his body to internalize how to execute the movements.

As for choosing the right moment to strike in actual combat, that would require accumulating more experience in fighting.

Unaware of how late it had become, Ye Wen carefully tucked the thin cloth close to his body and returned to the bed to rest. At this moment, a different question troubled him.

"Why would martial arts from Master Jin's novels suddenly appear before me?"

The only explanation was the strange ring on his hand. He clearly remembered that he hadn't been holding anything, and his position at the time made it impossible for him to have brushed against anything. This eliminated the possibility of the cloth appearing from somewhere else.

Simultaneously, he distinctly felt that the ring had absorbed something from his body before the cloth materialized. "So, it's the strange ring? Then what did it absorb at that moment?"

Thinking this through, Ye Wen’s gaze fell upon the injury on his chest, leading him back to the legendary Neili.

"Could the ring have absorbed the internal energy within me?"