Friends Who Often Traverse Should All Know

"The next practical combat session will be Xu Jie from Class 3, Year 2 versus the Bloodthirsty Wolf Demon! Xu Jie, please begin your warm-up. The practical combat test will commence in ten minutes!"

The piercing broadcast announcement from the university's loudspeakers gave Xu Jie in the lounge a splitting headache.

Where was he?

Wasn't he just in the jungles of Southeast Asia, exchanging fire with his enemies?

Xu Jie only remembered that in the final moment, he had personally killed his nemesis, and then the surroundings began to shake violently, as if a magnitude ten earthquake had struck.

Then, the next time he regained consciousness, he found himself in this unfamiliar environment.

In the next moment, a chaotic stream of memories surged into his mind, causing the veins on Xu Jie's forehead to throb.

A High Martial World, where demons ran rampant, foreign invaders attacked, and Martial Artists reigned supreme!

The previous owner of this body was a second-year Martial Arts University student with mediocre talent. His parents were divorced, and he had grown up with his father, who was a Mercenary.

Not long ago, Xu Jie's father died outside the city, reportedly killed by Demonic Beasts.

As a Martial Artist Mercenary, his father had made arrangements for his inheritance before his death, leaving it to his son, Xu Jie, who was still in his second year of university.

The memories up to this point were relatively normal.

But what happened next was a bit abstract...

Since Xu Jie's father had divorced his wife years ago, Xu Jie became an orphan after his father's death, losing his sole support.

Thus, a distant relative of Xu Jie's father, someone he barely knew, traveled thousands of miles to Golden City to claim Xu Jie's inheritance.

This was commonly known as exploiting the deceased's family!

Naturally, the previous owner of the body refused to hand over his father's inheritance. His relative, who claimed to be his third uncle or something similar, then used some underhanded tactics and pulled some strings behind the scenes.

They attempted to use the university's monthly practical combat test to have Xu Jie killed directly by a demon.

It was important to note that Xu Jie was currently only a First-Rank Low-Stage Blood Moving Realm Martial Artist.

The opponent he was about to face, the Bloodthirsty Wolf Demon, was a genuine First-Rank Mid-Stage demon, usually an opponent prepared for senior year students.

Now, due to a rigged lottery system, it had become an opponent for a second-year student. Who would believe there wasn't some backroom dealing involved?

Did he transmigrate?

Could it be that the previous owner died of fright?

Otherwise, why would he have transmigrated?

What a loser!

Could a grown man really be scared to death by an enemy?

Xu Jie was quite disdainful of this!

In his previous life, at the age of twelve, he had been sold by human traffickers to Southeast Asia, a place known as a living hell.

At the age of fourteen, Xu Jie seized an opportunity, killed his captors, and escaped the compound.

In the following days, instead of returning home, he voluntarily joined a local armed group and underwent brutal military training, all for the purpose of avenging that compound!

For a full six years, Xu Jie, with his fierce determination and extremely cruel methods, wiped out that compound from top to bottom, from old to young, leaving almost no survivors.

A favor of a meal must be repaid, and a deep-seated hatred must be avenged! This was Xu Jie's motto!

Now that he had unexpectedly transmigrated and was once again facing a life-or-death crisis, it was like an everyday occurrence for him, causing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

It was a pity that this world didn't seem to have cigarettes!

At this moment, if he could have a puff of a cigarette...

Friends who often transmigrate should all know that transmigrators come equipped with a golden finger.

Without a golden finger, what kind of transmigration is that?

Wouldn't it be simpler to just go to the underworld and drink Meng Po's soup?

"System, I know you're here, don't hide, hurry up and help!"

[Ding! Life-Sacrifice System has been bound!]

[Host: Xu Jie]

[Martial Realm: Blood Moving Realm Third Layer (First-Rank Low-Stage)]

[Lifespan: Fifty years]

[Available Lifespan: 0]

[Martial Arts: Basic Stance Training (Minor Accomplishment)]

[Martial Skills: Demon-Breaking Saber Art (Initiation)]

[Consume lifespan to infinitely upgrade martial arts realms!]

[Slay living beings to plunder their remaining lifespan!]

[Hint! Every time lifespan consumption reaches a certain stage, the system will conduct a lottery draw!]

[Current Progress (0/100)!]

[Annotation: The Grand Stage of High Martial Arts, come if you dare!]

So that's how it is!

Xu Jie touched his chin, a cold smile appearing on his face.

Sacrificing lifespan to get stronger? Simple and brutal!

A perfect cheat for himself!

What's the big deal about risking his life?

"System, just leave me one year of lifespan. Use the rest however you want to raise the cultivation of these two martial arts!"

After Xu Jie finished speaking, the number in the lifespan column began to plummet.

Fifty-five... forty-five... twenty... ten... three... one year!

At the same time, several notification sounds echoed in Xu Jie's mind.

[Basic Stance Training (Major Accomplishment): You diligently practiced Basic Stance Training for a full five years, and in the sixth year, your Basic Stance Training broke through to Major Accomplishment.]

[Basic Stance Training (Peak): You continued to persevere in practicing the stance training, and in the twelfth year, you broke through to the Peak realm.]

[Basic Stance Training (Perfection): Practicing in the coldest winter and hottest summer! With thirty years of unremitting effort, your Basic Stance Training reached the Perfection realm! Thus, relying on the most basic cultivation method, your Qi and blood power increased day by day, and your martial arts realm advanced to the seventh layer of the Blood Moving Realm!]

[Demon-Breaking Saber Art (Minor Accomplishment): You were like a tireless machine, diligently practicing the Demon-Breaking Saber Art, swinging your saber at least fifty thousand times a day. Finally, in the third year, you cultivated the saber art to Minor Accomplishment.]

[Demon-Breaking Saber Art (Major Accomplishment): Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. One morning, as you swung your saber again, you felt the saber in your hand was no longer an external object but had become an extension of your arm.]

[Continuing to diligently cultivate the Demon-Breaking Saber Art for another four years, unfortunately, your saber art hit a bottleneck and never managed to break through again!]

At this point, Xu Jie had consumed fifty-four years of lifespan to raise Basic Stance Training to Perfection and Demon-Breaking Saber Art to Major Accomplishment.

His martial arts realm also broke through to First-Rank High-Stage, the seventh layer of the Blood Moving Realm!

An unparalleled sense of power surged through his body, his blood boiling and surging like wild dragons.

This method of sacrificing lifespan didn't seem to be a simple point-increase.

Fragments of enlightenment from countless days and nights of stance training and saber practice flashed through Xu Jie's mind like a slideshow.

He looked down at the calluses that had appeared on his palm, his brow twitching slightly.

A First-Rank Mid-Stage Wolf Demon, was it?

In the lounge, Xu Jie stood up and walked to the weapon rack beside him, casually picking up an alloy combat saber over four feet long.

The sharp blade reflected Xu Jie's stern and cold young face, as well as his extremely sharp eyes.

"There are two minutes left until the practical combat test! Second-year student Xu Jie, please be ready!"

The broadcast in the lounge announced again.

Xu Jie twirled the saber, strode to the lounge doorway, and calmly awaited the upcoming battle.

"Xu Jie!"

Just then, a crisp female voice, like that of a lark, rang out from the doorway at the other end of the lounge.

Xu Jie turned his head slightly and glanced at his "good sister," Xu Shishi, a killing intent flashing in his eyes.

This beautiful and well-proportioned girl was the daughter of a distant relative of Xu Jie.