Troubled Times

Da Qian, Jianghai City.

Mid-Street Morning Market.

"What a pretty little girl, why is her fate so bitter? Starved down to skin and bones. Big sister will take you to a place called Spring Warmth Pavilion, where you'll have food and drink, and silver to earn in the future."

"Which kind sir would be so good, buy this child with two catties of white flour, and boil a pot of fresh soup for your family."

"A steamed bun, a single steamed bun to enter the house, a newly wedded bride."

Lu Wangchuan put down the carriage curtain, his heavy thoughts making it hard to breathe.

The third year of Tian Yuan, chaos of war.

This was the first memory he absorbed in his mind right after transmigrating. He originally thought it was no big deal, but after actually seeing the scene, he realized this was simply a hellish opening.

Peeking at a single leopard spot to see the whole leopard, Jianghai City in Da Qian was full of disaster victims everywhere, and exchanging children to eat had become the norm. One could imagine what kind of state the entire world had reached.

Transmigrating to such a world without strength meant being a lamb to the slaughter!

Lu Wangchuan fiercely rubbed his temples, squeezing out a few more fragmented memories.

Lu Xiaoqin, married for three years, bought a large mansion for her younger brother, bestowed a thousand liang of silver every year, with countless jade and jewelry. Oh, what a damned younger-brother-supporting demon, the one being supported is me, this older sister is so good!

Lu Wangchuan hammered his temples again, wanting to get a bit more memory, but unfortunately it only squeezed out a few insignificant remnants.

It seemed that the other person's soul was shattered during the transmigration, making it impossible to obtain more memories.

He looked again at the light screen in his mind suspected of being a golden finger.

Name: Lu Wangchuan.
Cultivation: None.
Qi and Blood: 99.
Technique: Mountain Splitting Fist (First Layer).

Just this? A simple, plain, unremarkable information panel? Which transmigrator deserved such a shabby golden finger?

Lu Wangchuan sighed deeply as the carriage stopped at the entrance of Dragon Tiger Martial Hall.

"Whoa~~. Young Master, we've arrived."

The coachman Xiao Wu shouted, and Lu Wangchuan jumped down from the carriage, entering the martial hall.

According to the fragmented memories, although the original owner was a younger-brother-supporting demon, he was different from the traditional younger-brother-supporting demon. He was very motivated, obsessed with martial arts, and eager to make something of himself.

Unfortunately, his aptitude was mediocre. After two and a half years of studying martial arts, he had not yet cultivated any notable results.

However, this quite suited Lu Wangchuan's wishes. In troubled times, the strong were respected, and strength was the only way to protect oneself!

Dragon Tiger Martial Hall was the most prestigious martial hall in Jianghai City, gathering famous teachers. The cost of learning martial arts was also very high, at two liang of silver per month. But as a younger-brother-supporting demon, this was not a big problem for Lu Wangchuan.

He entered the martial hall, found a corner, and sat cross-legged on the ground. The lesson taught today was clearly written on the blackboard, consisting only of the two characters 'Life Nurturing'.

The lecturer was the martial master Lu Xianyuan, who always wore a white long robe and held a very high status in the martial hall. It was rumored that he was an extremely strong expert, but unfortunately he was very arrogant, so not many people were familiar with him.

"Practitioners of martial arts suffer from many injuries and ailments. This is because techniques are killing arts, aimed at infinitely enhancing a person's potential, which often exceeds the limits of the human body."

"You don't feel it when you are young, but after a long time, the drawbacks appear and it becomes agonizing. When you are old, the regeneration of Qi and blood is slow, making it even worse than death. Therefore, martial artists must focus on enhancing Qi and blood, and strengthening their physiques."

"Today I will teach you a set of the Life Nurturing Art, named the Eight Section Brocade. Watch closely."

Having spoken, Lu Xianyuan began to demonstrate. The Eight Section Brocade did not have any abstruse movements; it looked plain, gentle, and slow. If one had to name an advantage, it was probably that it was relatively continuous.

After a class, very few people had any interest in it. Lu Xianyuan was not angry either; he left as soon as he finished teaching, completely presenting an attitude of take it or leave it.

As soon as he left, the martial apprentices began to laugh.

"Martial artists indeed suffer from many injuries and ailments during cultivation, but they only need to spend a few liang of silver to buy some medicinal soup to repair them. If they manage to find a way in their cultivation in the future and get accepted into an immortal sect, there will be even divine elixirs to replenish Qi and blood. Who still practices external body-tempering techniques? It's just a waste of time."

"Exactly, we might as well practice our Mountain Splitting Fist. It can temper the physique, stimulate potential, and elevate cultivation while also possessing actual combat capability."

Lu Wangchuan was different from the others, however, and was quite interested in the Eight Section Brocade.

In order to become stronger, the predecessor practiced very diligently, often over-practicing, which caused great harm to the body. Although he had silver to buy the Body Strengthening Soup, after all, he could not achieve complete repair, and over time he was afraid there would be some hidden ailments.

Anyway, he had only learned the first layer of the Mountain Splitting Fist after practicing it for two and a half years, so he wasn't in a rush for this brief moment and would try the Eight Section Brocade.

Thinking of this, he began to practice.

Practicing alongside him were several disciples whose family backgrounds were not wealthy enough. They had no money to buy medicinal soup and could only practice this free Eight Section Brocade to repair the chronic injuries accumulated over the years on their bodies.

Lu Wangchuan practiced the Eight Section Brocade according to what Lu Xianyuan taught, over and over again. His footwork became increasingly skilled, and the Qi and blood in his body boiled with the practice, wandering through his entire limbs and bones, making his whole body drenched in hot sweat.

Until noon, he only then stopped his cultivation. He didn't feel a hint of fatigue, but instead felt smooth and unrestrained, and the chronic injuries accumulated on his body due to practicing martial arts seemed to have recovered quite a bit, unlike the whole-body soreness after practicing the Mountain Splitting Fist in the past.

The only thing similar to martial arts techniques was that it still consumed stamina, and his stomach was already beginning to rumble at this moment.

He glanced at the light screen, and the Qi and blood on it had risen from ninety-nine points to one hundred points. It seemed his half-day of effort was worth it.

At this time, an entry for the Eight Section Brocade had also appeared on the panel, except that it had not yet cultivated any layer.

"Eh, what is this?"

Lu Wangchuan suddenly noticed that a plus sign had appeared after both the Mountain Splitting Fist and the Eight Section Brocade. He tried using his Mental Power to control and click the plus sign of the Mountain Splitting Fist. In the next second, the Qi and blood in his body suddenly surged violently, and a deep feeling of soreness and fatigue invaded him.

Yet when the soreness and fatigue passed, Lu Wangchuan only felt that his physique was even stronger, and his fists were even more stalwart and powerful.

He looked at the light screen again, only to find that the Mountain Splitting Fist on the light screen had changed from the first layer to the second layer, and the plus sign behind it had disappeared.

"Could this be point allocation?"

Lu Wangchuan was overjoyed. So his golden finger was used this way? As long as he consumed a certain amount of Qi and blood, he could directly allocate points?

One must know that a person's energy in life was limited, and very few people would actively elevate Qi and blood and nourish their physique, basically putting all their effort into cultivating martial techniques and internal mental methods to enhance their cultivation and combat strength.

Even so, many people remained unable to break through to higher layers of techniques and mental methods for a long time due to comprehension, such as the original owner.

Yet he only needed to consume Qi and blood to directly elevate the technique layer through point allocation.

How much time would this save compared to others?

How many times faster was the cultivation speed?

He could even ignore the comprehension limit required for breakthroughs in technique layers!

This golden finger was simply divine!