Ling Yun

In the Black Tiger Martial Hall courtyard in Cloud City, in the northern country.

Hoo! Hah!

Accompanied by forceful shouts, dozens of shirtless youths were swinging heavy black iron sabers over and over under the scorching sun.

Even though their sweat had already soaked the ground, everyone gritted their teeth and persevered.

A quarter of an hour.

Another quarter of an hour.

However, as time passed, the surrounding temperature also began to gradually rise.

Soon, some people couldn't hold on, and the amplitude of their sabers gradually weakened.

At this moment, at the very front of the formation, a burly man with a broad back and a powerful physique was watching them with piercing eyes. Seeing this, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Look at all of you, your hands and legs are soft as if you haven't eaten in days!"

"Listen up, you trash!"

"The Tiger Blade Technique is a true killing martial art, so the most important thing is ferocity!"

With that, he casually flicked his toe, and a black iron sabre weighing a hundred pounds was tossed high into the air. Then, he extended his right hand and caught it with ease.

Under everyone's gaze, the strong man let out a roar, his arm muscles bulging, and he swung it forward fiercely!

Whoosh!

Accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, a bluestone the size of a water mill in front of him was split in two as if it were tofu!

Large chunks of gravel shot out in all directions like bullets. Several people in the front row couldn't dodge in time and immediately had deep red marks on their bodies!

But no one cared at this moment; they all looked at the scene before them in shock.

Seeing that his objective was achieved, the strong man couldn't help but show a hint of pride on his face, grinning as he said:

"See? Twenty years of cultivation in this one strike, who can withstand it?"

"But as long as you practice diligently, you'll eventually be able to do what I can!"

"Now, continue practicing!"

The effect of this move was clearly very good.

Motivated by the strong man, everyone felt as if they had been injected with adrenaline, and they began to train again with roars.

Meanwhile, in a corner towards the back of the formation, a young figure stood blankly, looking around in a daze.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

Ling Yun was a bit bewildered. The previous moment he was at home, enjoying the air conditioning and drinking a soda, and the next moment he had appeared here.

Looking at the group of bare-chested strong men around him, and the stone block that had been split in half not far away, Ling Yun's brain went into a deadlock.

Is this some movie set filming a scene? That thing must be made of foam, right?

However, when he touched his forehead, which was cut by the gravel, the burning sensation clearly told him that this was not an illusion!

Just then, a flood of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind. After a moment of daze, he finally came to his senses.

That's right, he had transmigrated!

In this era of rampant transmigration, he was fortunate enough to become one of them.

Ling Yun, who had come to understand, felt like crying but had no tears. Transmigrating from drinking a soda, who could he even complain to?

According to the memories in his mind, this was probably a world similar to ancient China.

As for the original owner's identity, there wasn't much to say.

A handsome young man from an unknown mountain village, relying on the strength gained from doing farm work, he became an ordinary disciple of the Black Tiger Martial Hall. Now, he could barely make a living.

"Brother Ling, stop spacing out, Old Demon Ma has noticed you!"

Just as Ling Yun was thinking, someone next to him suddenly reminded him in a low voice.

Ling Yun subconsciously looked up and met a pair of eyes as wide as copper bells.

It was the formidable man who had just shattered the giant stone with a single strike, his direct superior—Ma Ruhu!

Under his seemingly ravenous gaze, Ling Yun's body trembled, and almost reflexively, he began to swing the heavy black sabre in his hand with all his might.

Ma Ruhu in front looked at him coldly for a long time, but for the first time, he didn't say anything. He just snorted coldly and withdrew his gaze.

Ling Yun felt a slight sense of relief. In his memories, this guy's methods were notoriously brutal.

If he were truly targeted, he'd probably lose a layer of skin today, if not his life!

The one who had reminded him was a dark-skinned youth of similar age named Fang Yuan.

They came from the same mountain village and were considered Ling Yun's few friends here.

Ling Yun gratefully winked at him. Just as he was about to say something, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Ding! Detected low-level martial arts, Moon Spirit Wind Shadow Modifier has been activated!"

Then, a transparent interface popped up.

Name: Ling Yun

Martial Arts: Tiger Blade Technique - Untrained (Modifiable)

Modification Points: 3

System?

After a brief moment of disorientation, Ling Yun immediately realized that his cheat system had arrived!

They say no transmigration without a system; novels don't lie!

It's just the name of this system...

Ling Yun's expression was a bit strange. Wasn't this a modifier he used frequently in his previous life?

He hadn't expected that his status as the senior disciple of the Moon Spirit Sect would remain unchanged even in this world.

But none of that mattered. Ling Yun suppressed the excitement in his heart and focused on his status panel.

The panel wasn't complicated, especially the words "Modifiable" – it was practically screaming at him, "Come on, click me!"

However, Ling Yun glanced around. This was clearly not a good place to experiment. He could only suppress the temptation in his heart and quietly follow the team, practicing the blade technique over and over.

Although he could only mimic it from memory, it looked quite convincing.

This continued until sunset, when Ma Ruhu suddenly appeared from some unknown corner.

He glanced at the obviously exhausted group and didn't say much more.

After a few casual pointers, he left with his characteristic pigeon-toed walk.

Only when Ma Ruhu's figure had completely disappeared did the crowd cheer and scatter.

Ling Yun also let out a long sigh of relief. Finally, it was over.

He had lived a pampered life in his previous existence, and a day of training like this had almost made him collapse.

Just as he was about to leave with the group, he felt a weight on his shoulder and a familiar voice sounded in his ear:

"Brother Ling, you were amazing today, daring to slack off right under Old Demon Ma's nose."

Ling Yun didn't turn his head. "Fang Yuan, you little punk, are you itching for a beating again?"

The person who arrived was none other than Fang Yuan. He grinned and leaned in, looking around before suddenly saying mysteriously, "Brother Ling, I feel like I'm about to break through to the first level!"

Ling Yun's steps faltered, his eyes showing surprise.

What they were practicing was a martial art called the Tiger Blade Technique, which was divided into three levels.

Each level required a significant amount of time and effort to practice.

There were about forty or so ordinary disciples in the entire Black Tiger Martial Hall, but only a few managed to successfully reach the first level and become official disciples.

Like his predecessor, he had practiced diligently day and night for several months but was always stuck at the last step, unable to break through.

Becoming an official disciple not only elevated their status but also gave them priority for some of the lucrative jobs the martial hall took on from outside.

For them, it was truly a meteoric rise.

Seeing the look in Ling Yun's eyes, Fang Yuan immediately looked smug. He patted Ling Yun's shoulder and said in an aged tone, "Little Ling, don't worry. With your Brother Fang around in the future, let's see who dares to look down on us brothers!"

Seeing the guy puffing up his chest like he was about to fly, Ling Yun rolled his eyes and smacked the back of his head.

"Look at you, all puffed up. If people didn't know better, they'd think you became the head of the Black Tiger Martial Hall!"

After speaking, he couldn't be bothered to deal with him anymore and turned to leave.

Fang Yuan rubbed the back of his head, unfazed, and playfully followed.

Soon, the two of them left the place, bickering as they went.

After dinner.

Ling Yun patted his round belly and ambled back to his room.

He had to admit, the Black Tiger Martial Hall's accommodations were quite good.

Even ordinary disciples like him had their own independent living quarters.

After carefully checking his room, Ling Yun rubbed his hands excitedly and opened his status panel.