One Person: Revitalize the Sword Sect, Start with the Sword Challenge of the Ten Lords

He staggered, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he whispered to the little golden dragon:

"This power... is wild and uncontrollable. What should I do?"

The little golden dragon's golden eyes sparkled with the light of wisdom. It exhaled gently, transforming into a warm halo that enveloped Ye Lin.

"The path to strength is never easy. Enduring the pain of this moment is the first step towards becoming stronger. Remember, only when you control this power will it become your sword, not a chain."

Ye Lin smiled bitterly, forced himself to support his weak body, and followed the instructions of the little golden dragon to find a hidden bush.

The excruciating pain made it nearly impossible for him to stand. He reluctantly squatted, then, after a violent spasm, could only helplessly succumb to his body's instincts. The surrounding silence was shattered by the discordant sound. Ye Lin's face was stained with shame. With trembling hands, he picked up a few large leaves, completing this embarrassing but necessary action.

"Is this the price I have to pay for becoming a strong man?" Ye Lin muttered to himself with a wry smile on his face but an unyielding light flashing in his eyes.

After finishing everything, Ye Lin sat down against a tree, breathing heavily, trying to calm the chaos in his body. The little golden dragon circled around him, making a soft chirping sound, as if to comfort and encourage him.

"Don't forget, a truly powerful person must not only defeat external enemies, but also conquer the fear and weakness within themselves." Little Golden Dragon's voice, though childish, revealed a composure beyond his years. "Everything you experience will be the foundation of your glorious future."

Ye Lin looked up at the sky, a sea of stars, seemingly telling a story from an ancient and distant time. He took a deep breath, determined to turn his current embarrassment into motivation to move forward. "I will prove myself, no matter what I face."

Late at night, the streets were dimly lit, and Ye Lin's figure was elongated in the dim light, appearing particularly lonely.

He walked slowly into the hotel, each step heavy as lead, his body almost exhausted to the limit. The old man at the front desk looked up at him, his eyes full of concern:

"Ye Lin, where did you go for training today? You look like you need to have a good rest."

Ye Lin forced a smile: "Don't worry, old man, I can still hold on." After that, he staggered upstairs and returned to his simple but warm little house.

Inside the room, Ye Lin didn't have the energy to light the oil lamp, so he simply sat down beside the bed in the moonlight. He pulled out his communicator and simply ordered takeout. While waiting, he closed his eyes and rested, Little Golden Dragon's words echoing in his mind, their determination gradually dispelling his physical fatigue.

The doorbell rang, signaling the takeaway. Ye Lin took the food. While it wasn't anything fancy, a bowl of steaming beef noodles on this chilly night was enough to warm him both physically and mentally. He ate heartily, occasionally taking a sip of his liquor. A warmth washed over him, seemingly dispelling the day's fatigue.

After having a good meal and a few drinks, Ye Lin looked at the little golden dragon hovering in the air with a gentle gaze and said, "It's time, let's get started."

The little golden dragon nodded gently, and a faint golden light filled the air. It turned into a golden thread and slowly merged into Ye Lin's palm. Ye Lin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and concentrated his mind to prepare for the coming pain.

"Let's start, Xiao Jin. No matter how painful it is, I will persevere." Ye Lin's voice was full of determination.

As the little golden dragon's meridians began to merge with Ye Lin's, Ye Lin suddenly felt a tearing pain spreading through his body. The pain surged like a tide, causing his whole body to spasm and cold sweat to instantly soak his clothes. But he gritted his teeth and did not utter a single groan.

"Remember, adjust your breathing, use your willpower to guide my power, and let it blend with your qi and blood." The voice of the little golden dragon sounded in his heart, with encouragement and guidance.

Ye Lin followed his instructions. Although the pain nearly suffocated him, he forced himself to stay awake, guiding the little golden dragon's powerful force, integrating it into his bloodstream bit by bit. This process was extremely difficult, like dancing on the edge of a knife. Every attempt was a challenge to his will.

Hours passed, and the atmosphere in the room reached a fever pitch. Finally, when the last ray of golden light completely merged into Ye Lin's body, the entire space seemed to tremble. An unprecedented sense of power awakened within Ye Lin, and his eyes suddenly opened, like two shining stars.

"Success!" A long-lost smile appeared on Ye Lin's face. That smile contained both relief and infinite longing for the future.

"You did very well, Ye Lin." Little Golden Dragon's voice sounded even clearer. "Now you have embarked on the path of becoming a true strong man."

Ye Lin stood up and tried to mobilize the new strength in his body. He felt that his whole body was filled with explosive power, as if he could shake the mountains and rivers with a wave of his hand.

He looked at the little golden dragon, the gratitude in his eyes was self-evident: "All of this is inseparable from your help, Xiao Jin."

The little golden dragon danced around Ye Lin, its golden scales gleaming in the night. "The road ahead is still long, and we will face it together. Remember, the real battle has just begun."

"Yes, I am ready for the challenges ahead." Ye Lin clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Then take a rest. Tomorrow, we will open a new chapter." The little golden dragon said softly, then turned into a golden light and returned to Ye Lin's body.

Ye Lin lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, his heart full of anticipation.

He knew that a new dawn was waiting for him, where there were unknown adventures, stronger enemies, and the glory that belonged to the strong.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the gap in the curtains and quietly fell on Zhang Chulan's slightly messy bed.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and was about to stretch to enjoy this rare tranquility, but was suddenly awakened by a rapid pull.

"Get up quickly! Chu Lan, we have to leave immediately!" Xu San's voice was filled with urgency, and one hand began to help him tidy up the clothes scattered on the side without any explanation.

Zhang Chulan shuddered and sat up from the bed, his eyes scanning back and forth between the two busy figures.

"Third brother? Fourth brother? What's going on so early in the morning?" He looked confused, and it was obvious that he had not yet fully recovered from the edge of dream and reality.

Xu Si swiftly stuffed a few pieces of clothing into his travel bag while answering quickly, "Something's happened in Biyou Village, and the company's management wants us to leave immediately. We'll discuss the details on the way; there's no time to explain now."

Zhang Chulan's brows flickered with solemnity upon hearing this. The name Biyou Village was familiar to him. It held many secrets of the alien world, and any disturbance could spell trouble.

"Okay, since it's the company's order, let's go." He quickly got out of bed and began to pack his belongings.