The Heavens begin by inheriting their grandfather's cheat ability

Chapter 1 Inherited Grandpa's Golden Finger

"I did it!"

Sitting on the wooden bed, Shi Zhongyu suppressed his excitement and looked around at the furnishings in the room.

A table, a stool, and a sword stand in the corner—it was extremely simple.

The ground was made of solid bluestone slabs, and the cold air seeped up in wisps, making him feel cold to the core.

After observing, Shi Zhongyu's mind stirred.

"Come on!"

An invisible book appeared before him and slowly unfolded its first page.

World: Wandering Swordsman

Name: Shi Zhongyu

Identity: Newly recruited disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect

Realm: Beginner (Mortal Realm)

Martial Arts: Basic Breathing Techniques (12/100), Basic Swordplay (07/100)

Shi Zhongyu looked at the information on the pages of the book and couldn't help but smile.

This book is called "The Book of the Gods," and it was left to him by his adoptive grandfather, who said it would allow him to embark on an extraordinary life.

Shi Zhongyu initially thought his grandfather was joking, but to his surprise, following his grandfather's instructions actually worked.

The Holy Book absorbed his flesh and soul, casting him into this world, turning him into Stone Jade, and receiving everything from him.

He sorted through Shi Zhongyu's memories. Shi Zhongyu was too wicked, so his parents took him to become a disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect.

I entered the mountain gate yesterday.

Shi Zhongyu thought about the original owner's actions afterward, which could be described as ignorant, incompetent, and wicked by nature.

Such a person should die early and be reborn sooner.

Bang bang bang.

The knocking on the door interrupted Shi Zhongyu's thoughts.

"Who?"

"Wang An, did Master remind me yesterday to call you for morning lessons?"

"They're here!"

As Shi Zhongyu spoke, he put away the book in front of him with a thought.

After tidying up, I opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a young man dressed in a blue robe, who was a few years older than him.

He is just over twelve years old now.

Seeing that Shi Zhongyu had finished packing, Wang An said rather coldly, "I'll only remind you today; I won't call you again in the future."

Let's go!

After Wang An finished speaking, he turned around and walked away into the distance.

Shi Zhongyu frowned as he stared at Wang An's retreating figure, somewhat puzzled.

He only joined the Snow Mountain Sect yesterday, so where did Wang An get these feelings towards him?

Shi Zhongyu suppressed his thoughts and followed.

He can't not go; he doesn't know where the morning classes are held.

Wang An, who was walking ahead of him, didn't speak to him the whole way, keeping his head down and walking quickly.

Shi Zhongyu didn't ask any more questions and followed closely behind.

Snow falls year-round in the Snow Mountain Sect, and the cold wind, carrying snowflakes, chills Shi Zhongyu's cheeks.

After passing through two stone archways covered in snow, and then turning around a cliff with icicles, Shi Zhongyu's vision suddenly opened up.

A martial arts arena built against a cliff came into view.

The training ground is very large, enough to accommodate hundreds of disciples.

A dozen or so icy stone pillars, each requiring one person to encircle, stood along the edge. The pillars were covered with frost that had remained unchanged for millennia, and waves of cold air emanated from them.

Even before Shi Zhongyu entered, he could feel the chilling and murderous aura emanating from the entire place.

On the bluestone-paved ground, there were marks, some shallow and some deep, left by sword energy.

Shi Zhongyu followed Wang An into the training ground. On both sides of the training ground were rows of rough wooden sword racks, with iron swords gleaming coldly inserted on them.

Shi Zhongyu surveyed the training ground, where disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect were already present. The youngest were around twelve or thirteen years old, just like him, while the older ones were around twenty years old, each residing in a different area.

Whether it was the sword-fighting area for twelve or thirteen-year-olds or the area for twenty-year-olds, no one's face showed much emotion.

No one made a sound; everyone practiced their swordsmanship in silence.

The rustling sound of swords created a chilling atmosphere.

Shi Zhongyu followed Wang An to the very center of the training ground.

Several people stood in the center of the training ground. Some of them Shi Zhongyu had seen yesterday, while others he had not.

Shi Zhongyu pondered the identities of the others, while Wang An, standing in front of him, ignored him and bowed directly to Feng Wanli in the martial arts arena.

"Uncle-Master, I've brought Young Master Shi over."

Shi Zhongyu was also busy bowing.

"Disciple greets Master."

As he bowed, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Wang An glanced at him.

Feng Wanli had a calm expression and bright eyes, like a constantly honed cold sword.

He nodded to Wang An, then turned his gaze to Shi Zhongyu.

"Shi Zhongyu, do you still remember what you said when you became my disciple yesterday?"

Shi Zhongyu was stunned for a moment.

Feng Wanli frowned upon seeing this.

"What? You've already forgotten?"

Feng Wanli merely frowned slightly, yet Shi Zhongyu felt an aura envelop him.

This made him breathe a little rapidly.

While he was shocked, he was also surprised that a person could really exude such a domineering aura.

His mind raced, trying to recall what Shi Zhongyu had said yesterday.

Seeing this, Wang An, who was standing to the side, revealed a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

Before Shi Zhongyu could remember, Feng Wanli spoke up again.

"Before your mother left, she told me that you should only believe a fraction of what you say!"

"I didn't believe it at the time, but I never imagined you'd forget everything in just one night..."

Before Feng Wanli could finish speaking, Shi Zhongyu finally remembered what the original owner had said yesterday.

Despite his mischievous nature, Shi Zhongyu is very perceptive and knows how to say nice things.

When he became a disciple yesterday, Shi Zhongyu made promises that were basically all in accordance with the rules and requirements of the Snow Mountain Sect, such as obeying the master's orders, studying and practicing diligently, and not cheating or shirking his duties.

The entire conversation consisted of things that were pleasing to hear, but there was no mention of any punishment for failing to comply.

After remembering what he had said, Shi Zhongyu quickly repeated it.

Feng Wanli stared at Shi Zhongyu.

"It's good that you remember. I and others in the martial arts world have all heard of your reputation."

"I don't care how unruly you were before. Now that you've joined my sect, you must abide by the rules of the Snow Mountain Sect!"

Shi Zhongyu calmly clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"This disciple will remember it and will certainly not let Master down!"

When Feng Wanli saw Shi Zhongyu in such a state, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The oppressive aura he exuded was something a twelve or thirteen-year-old child could not withstand.

Not only did Shi Zhongyu withstand the attack completely, but he also showed no signs of panic.

Rumors circulate that this kid is unruly and incapable of achieving anything great. Could it be that the rumors are wrong?

In an instant, a myriad of thoughts flashed through Feng Wanli's mind.

He didn't waste any more words on Shi Zhongyu, but instead pointed to the sword rack beside him.

"Go choose a sword."

Shi Zhongyu quickly returned with the iron sword.

"Master, I've made my choice."

"Well, now that you've joined my sect, you'll start with the basics. I'll teach you the introductory mental techniques and basic swordsmanship."

"Today we'll practice the three most basic moves. Watch carefully!"

Feng Wanli stepped forward, and with a flick of his wrist, his longsword was drawn from its sheath with a clang.

A flash of cold light, and three sword techniques slowly unfolded, light and graceful as falling snow, solemn as a cold mountain peak.

"Watch closely, these are the first three moves of the Snow Mountain Sword Technique! Falling Snow, Searching for Plum Blossoms, and Brushing Frost. Listen attentively and memorize the mental techniques and incantations."

Sword stance, mantra, energy transfer, breathing techniques...

Every move was crystal clear.

After finishing once, Feng Wanli sheathed his sword and stared intently at Shi Zhongyu.

"Practice it once."

Feng Wanli's fellow disciples exchanged glances upon hearing this.

Why was Shi Zhongyu made to practice after only one explanation?

They immediately realized that Feng Wanli probably wanted to embarrass Shi Zhongyu and then let him know the sect's rules.

Especially when they saw Shi Zhongyu standing there dumbfounded, they all showed expressions of anticipation, as if watching a good show.