The scene shifts back to Xiao Lin.

"So, senior, you're currently in a state of amnesia?" Xiao Lin looked at the masked man, his mouth twitching slightly.

"Yes." The masked man nodded, looking quite melancholic, then turned to see Xiao Lin's obviously disdainful expression.

"What does that look mean? Huh? Explain yourself!"

"Nothing, just suddenly remembered some annoying things."

"Do you take me for an idiot?"

"..."

Listening to the masked man's electronic voice, Xiao Lin decided to keep silent and put away his disdainful expression.

After all, his disdain was genuine—he finally met someone who seemed to know something, and this guy wasn't speaking in riddles... but in the end, he's just someone with amnesia?

Could this get any more cliché?

"So, senior, you really can't remember anything?" Xiao Lin tried to salvage the situation.

"Except for the Ultimate Invincible World-Dominating Thunder Sword and the fact that I need to pass this sword technique to a destined person, I really can't remember anything." The masked man quickly calmed down, shrugging his shoulders.

"Then... can you take off the mask, senior?" Xiao Lin's gaze fell again on the glowing pure white mask of the masked man.

Is there anything I can't see?

"I've tried myself." The masked man said, raising his hand to tap on the mask on his face, "This thing won't come off, it's like it's glued to my face."

"Should I help you pry it off, senior?"

"What are you doing! Put the sword away! I'm warning you! Don't force me to act!"

"Tsk."

Xiao Lin put the sword, Liuhan, back into his storage magic treasure and sighed.

It seems, for now, there's no hope of getting any information from this guy...

"So, do you want to learn the Ultimate Invincible World-Dominating Thunder Sword or not?"

"Yes."

Xiao Lin immediately responded.

Such a powerful sword technique, there's no reason not to learn it, and based on previous situations, Xiao Lin felt that learning this Thunder Sword might even uncover some clues about the mysteries surrounding him.

As for the cost of this gift, damn it, as long as I'm strong enough, no one can come to collect debts from me!

The debtor is the most powerful! Not convinced? Let's fight! If it doesn't work, I'll bring my master over!

"Alright then, my energy is running low, so I'll keep it short." The masked man clasped his hands behind his back, took a deep breath, and said, "As I mentioned before, my Ultimate Invincible World-Dominating Thunder Sword focuses on two aspects: the art of thunder and the art of the sword."

Xiao Lin: Uh-huh.

"And since it's the Thunder Sword, naturally, you must first grasp the power of thunder before learning the sword technique."

Xiao Lin: Makes sense.

"However, starting from scratch to learn the art of thunder now would be too slow and not very effective, so I've decided to teach you using another method."

Xiao Lin: Sounds great!

"This is an ancient cultivation method called the Thunder Bathing Technique, which involves directly facing thunder, feeling it, and mastering it in the process."

Xiao Lin: I see... Wait! What did you say?

"So, young man."

Before Xiao Lin could react, the masked man raised his hand and pointed to the sky, "Let's start with this step, Thunder, descend!"

As the masked man's electronic voice echoed, a thunderbolt as thick as a tree fell directly from the sky, targeting Xiao Lin.

"What the..."

Before Xiao Lin could finish his sentence, he was struck squarely by the thunderbolt.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

A scream echoed through the empty mountains, like a pig being slaughtered.

However, this was just the beginning.

For the next half an hour, Xiao Lin's pig-like screams continued without pause.

...

...

Originally, Xiao Lin thought he had encountered a fortuitous opportunity. He didn't expect to become invincible in the world, but at least he hoped to significantly enhance his strength.

What did he get in the end?

He got the experience of being struck by thunder, the experience of screaming like a slaughtered pig for several hours continuously.

I have to say, it was indeed a very novel experience.

Fortunately, the still Green Lotus Peak where he was struck by thunder seemed to be an independent small world outside of reality, so even though he was charred on the outside and tender on the inside in the still Green Lotus Peak, and his throat was hoarse from shouting, he would be fully revived when returning to reality.

What truly disheartened Xiao Lin was that after being struck continuously for two days, he gained no insights whatsoever.

Wasn't this supposed to be a step in learning the sword? Why am I just getting struck without gaining any experience?

Xiao Lin had posed similar questions to the masked man, who simply replied, "If you don't want to learn, you don't have to."

To this, Xiao Lin could only choose to endure—he had once believed himself to be the protagonist and had specifically practiced the excellent qualities a protagonist should possess.

It's worth mentioning that, although reminded by the masked man, Xiao Lin didn't tell anyone about the masked man, but to his surprise, Leng Youxue didn't even come to ask him about it.

Did Master really not notice, or did she notice but continue to act mysteriously?

Xiao Lin was very curious.

Unfortunately, curiosity was of no use; he was destined not to find the answer now.

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As for other matters, they were rather uneventful—the junior brothers and sisters were all well-behaved, causing no trouble, the Flowing Cloud Sect remained peaceful and harmonious, and Gu Qingqing, who lived halfway up the mountain, was always well-behaved, rarely leaving her room. However, Sect Master Gu did come to the courtyard for a stroll, mocked the courtyard's ugly design, and was then chased out of the Flowing Cloud Sect's territory by Leng Youxue, the courtyard's designer, and no one knew where he went.

And so, three days later, it was finally the day for Gu Qingqing and Xiao Lin's sparring match.

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(Working overtime, afraid I won't have time later, posting this now, another saved draft, sigh, feeling numb)