When "God" Decides To Start Over

The photo showed a sensual, cold, and beautiful woman in a deep V nightgown sitting behind a desk, fully proving what "cute is worthless in front of sexy" means.

Almost all the men's eyes were immediately attracted to that half-revealed, nearly perfect great mountain, unable to look away.

Old Knife suddenly took back the photo and then said, "There's a cute figurine on the office desk, can you tell me what it is?"

Old Knife secretly chuckled to himself: "Kid, if I don't teach you a bit of how the world works, you won't understand that I've lived so many more years than you, not for nothing."

"Is it the figurine of the girl in the school uniform?" Li Xiu asked in return.

Old Knife was taken aback, quietly thinking: "Impossible! How could any man, in front of such a superb beauty, notice anything else? Does this kid not like women, or has he seen this photo so many times before that he's become immune?"

Old Knife didn't want to ask Li Xiu if he didn't like women, so he looked at the picture and asked, "What's on the bookshelf behind the woman, besides books?"

"A pot of green plant."

"What's the color of the books on the first shelf?"

"All are black covers with gold lettering."

"What's the color of the fourth book from the right on the third shelf?"

"Red cover with black letters."

"What's the name of the book next to it?"

"To the left is the Classic of Mountains and Seas, to the right is The Three Musketeers."

Old Knife's eyes gradually widened; this wasn't about liking women. Even if he had seen the photo before, it was impossible to remember so much detail.

"Old Knife, what exactly are you trying to teach me?" Li Xiu asked Old Knife with a smile.

"The lesson, the lesson is to tell you not to look aimlessly. There's such a beauty in front of you, and you're looking at all that random stuff. It's because of young people like you that the world's population is decreasing…" Old Knife forced himself to say.

"Isn't the world's population decreasing due to high life pressure?" Li Xiu said.

"What do you know? No matter how great the pressure of life, could it be greater than during times of war? Back then, one couldn't even eat but still had children." Old Knife pouted, "Forget it, enough of this. Didn't I say I'd teach you a couple of moves? Let's start now."

"You've said so much nonsense, I almost forgot about it. What do you really want to teach me?" Li Xiu asked like Chu Chuxing.

"Of course, I'm going to teach you sword techniques, it's all I'm good at." Old Knife picked up a bamboo chopstick, held it in his hand, and suddenly flicked his wrist. Before Li Xiu could see what happened, the chopstick flicked against his neck and then was pulled back.

The whole process was as fast as lightning, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

"This move is called Sword Swinging, how about it?" Old Knife put down the chopstick, somewhat smugly.

"Isn't it just using the power of wrist flicking to achieve acceleration? Doesn't seem that impressive to learn." Li Xiu said, somewhat disappointed.

Old Knife couldn't stand Li Xiu's attitude and snorted coldly, "It looks easy, but it's not that easy to master. And even if you master it, using it in real combat is even harder. Of course, everything seems easy when you just talk about it."

After hearing Old Knife's words, Li Xiu picked up the chopstick on the table, flicked his wrist, and the chopstick shot towards Old Knife's neck with an afterimage.

Although Old Knife leaned his upper body back and dodged the chopstick, he looked at Li Xiu as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Have you practiced Sword Swinging?" In Old Knife's view, without two or three years of practice and exceptional talent, it would be impossible to execute it as smoothly as Li Xiu.

Li Xiu's use of the Sword Swinging technique and his familiarity with it were not beneath Old Knife's level at all.

"Besides this, is there anything else you can teach me?" Li Xiu didn't answer, just looked at Old Knife and asked.

"Since you've already mastered this simple trick, I'll teach you something real." Old Knife reached inside his clothes and fiddled around.

After fiddling for quite a while without pulling his hand out, Li Xiu wondered if Old Knife was just rubbing dirt inside there.

Fortunately, Old Knife finally pulled his hand out, holding a crumpled sheet of paper.

"My sword technique insights come from this, take a look at it yourself. If you ever become an S-level Trial Taker, it might be of some help to you." After Old Knife finished speaking, he lazily lay back on the rocking chair.

Li Xiu unfolded the paper, discovering that rather than paper, it was more like cloth. It looked neither like hemp nor silk, more like some kind of leather, but not like a parchment scroll—it was much finer and thinner, indistinguishable from ordinary paper.

The paper depicted an illustration of a knife, a seemingly unremarkable ghost head knife.

Ghost head knives are known as ruffians of the blade; in ancient times, few craftsmen made them specifically, nor had official specifications for them.

Most ghost head knives were homemade, with poor craftsmanship. Both soldiers and heroes were unlikely to use such knives as weapons.

Historically, the ones who used ghost head knives the most were executioners.

The knife in the painting was entirely pitch black, seemingly unremarkable. But upon closer inspection, it emitted an indescribable aura of evil. Clearly just an illustration, it somehow sent chills down the viewer's spine, as if worried that the ghost head knife, with its overwhelming aura, would leap out from the drawing and decapitate them.