Sam forced himself to walk out of the school gates, his bruised body aching with each step.
He dragged his feet towards a run-down building that looked like it had seen better days.
As he approached it, he stopped to catch his breath and surveyed the exterior of the building.
Memories of his past flooded in, reminding him of the times he had spent there.
After a moment of hesitation, Sam opened the door of the building and entered, whispering, "I'm back," in a voice barely above a murmur.
The interior was dimly lit, and the musty smell of old wood and dust filled his nostrils.
He could hear the creaking of the old wooden floorboards beneath his feet as he walked further inside, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Meanwhile, Sam struggled to make his way back to his cramped apartment, which was located ten blocks away from the school.
Despite the pain, he wore an obscene grin on his face. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins, and he felt a sense of satisfaction as foresaw the days to come.
He felt the stares of the other students as they watched him leave the school, their faces twisted with anger and resentment.
As Sam approached his apartment, his heart skipped a beat when he saw a strange yet familiar figure peeking out of the window.
He recognized the face immediately, and a wave of relief washed over him. It was his little sister, Jasmine.
She was the only family he had left after their parents had died in a car accident.
"Jasmine!" Sam whispered, his voice hoarse from the beating he had received.
He lunged forward to pull his sister into a tight embrace, feeling the warmth of her small body against his. "You're still alive!"
Jasmine looked up at Sam, her eyes filled with concern. "Brother, what happened? Are you okay? Did they hurt you badly today too?" She noticed Sam's swollen face, cuts, and scrapes, and began to cry.
Sam was at a loss for words, never having been good at consoling girls.
He awkwardly ruffled her head and said, "Let's go inside and talk."
They made their way into the cramped apartment, where Sam collapsed onto the couch, exhausted and sore from the beating he had received.
He stood up and started walking towards a drawer where he kept the first aid kit, he picked it up and started treating his injuries.
His hands moved swiftly as if he was extremely familiar with what he was doing and he finished the first aid within minutes, properly bandaging everything that was bleeding and broken.
He took a second look at his injuries to make sure they were alright and changed into a clean pair of pants and a shirt.
"Brother, are you heading out to school again? it won't be late now?" Jasmine worriedly said.
"No, I have other things to do" Sam stood up and walked towards his room.
Huh? Jasmine was surprised."what is it" she said.
Sam smiled"you will find out soon" he said while closing the door of his room.
Sam walked towards his bed and sat in a lotus position.
He is trying to check on his condition and trying to see where is that treasure that the old man talked about.
He closed his eyes for a second and was shocked at what he was seeing.
A huge amount of information about cultivation techniques flooded his mind the moment he started concentrating.
There was a strange sword in the middle of his da tian.
Sam opened his eyes, his mind racing with excitement and wonder. He couldn't believe what he had just discovered - the heavenly treasure he had fought so fiercely for in his past life was now within his reach.
In the information that he got, there was information about various powerful martial arts and there was information about a sword.
That sword was too familiar to Sam, to the point that he won't forget it for the rest of his life.
That sword was the same heavenly treasure that he died for in his previous life.
He also got information about cultivation techniques, and the most powerful one of them is called the all-devouring technique.
With a deep breath, Sam began to meditate and focus on his cultivation. He started to circulate his mana through his meridians, feeling the energy flow smoothly and freely through his body.
He then turned his attention to the sword in his dan tian, marveling at its intricate design and power. He knew that he had to master the cultivation techniques and martial arts that were now flooding his mind if he wanted to harness the full potential of the sword.
As he delved deeper into the knowledge of the all-devouring technique, Sam realized the incredible power it held. With this technique, he could consume anything in the universe and convert it to mana, allowing him to cultivate at a rapid pace and attain god-like abilities.
But he also knew the dangers of such power - if he wasn't careful, he could lose himself to the all-consuming nature of the technique and become a monster himself.