You had stirred up a hornet's nest. That was your current thought.
The Desert Tribe's distribution of combat power was terrifyingly distorted. Over a thousand warriors were ordinary people, at most blessed with exceptional innate physiques, comparable to Third-Rate or Second-Rate Martial Artists.
Yet the priests upon the altar all started at the level of Martial Master. Several Grandmaster-level figures even leaped out, landing leisurely from a height of a hundred meters, their presence vast and imposing!
Yun Shou, Yun Shou. I admit your circumstances were dangerous, but there was still the slightest chance of escape. Were there any situations even more dangerous and exciting?
There were, there were. A tribe with Grandmasters this powerful naturally had more than one. There were nine in total, all formidable martial artists ranked among the top ten priests.
There was another who stood as the priest among priests, the strongest among the strong—above Grandmasters, ruler of the Great Desert—the Supreme Grandmaster/Priest!
From over a hundred meters away, that Grandmaster struck out with one palm. His Force Qi was nearly tangible. You felt as though a locomotive had slammed into you; in an instant, your muscles and bones shattered, and you collapsed to the ground with only half a breath left.
At death's door, you did not break through at the last moment. You merely cursed inwardly. The Snake Fang Tribe had misled you far too badly, and the martial inheritance in this region was absurdly warped. You suspected there might not even be as many Second-Rate Martial Artists here as there were Martial Masters and Grandmasters.
The pain throughout your body had nearly numbed you. Silently, you left behind your travel review.
"This place isn't fun. The locals are too exclusionary, and their morals are poor. They bullied me, an outsider. I'm never coming here to have fun again in my next life!"
When a man was about to die, his words were kind. But when you thought of that damn main body outside the Simulator, sitting back and reaping the rewards, resentment rose in your heart. Lying down and winning...
You died.
Please select an inheritance reward.
1. Detailed memories of thirty-four years.
2. Memories related to a Martial Master's martial progress, Martial Arts, Combat Techniques, and so on.
3. Increase Foundation by 34%.
Yun Shou did not immediately choose an inheritance.
To be fair, speaking as a complete bystander, he felt that Old Yun in the simulation might have died, but those last words had truly gone too far.
"Our Yun clan has two brothers."
"This main body of mine, and Old Yun in the simulation."
"Every day, I work my ass off starting simulations here, waiting for the results with my heart in my throat."
"You, Old Yun, happily train martial arts and level up in the simulation."
"And then, when it's over and the simulation settles—"
"You say, 'Aiya~ Old Yun got MVP!'"
"Then you look at how my main body lies in bed every day just watching the plot unfold."
"Either pressing start or choosing rewards."
"You lying-down-and-winning dog!"
"My main body is a lying-down-and-winning dog!"
"My main body's rating for this simulation was 3.0."
"You, Old Yun, trained martial arts much more powerfully this time, right? A 13.0 carry game."
"Can it be calculated like that? Huh? You'll turn people's hard work into something alien!"
Yun Shou hated him for not understanding, and was angered by his refusal to awaken.
"The main body is just like this. Old Yun in the simulation only needs to devote himself wholeheartedly to training martial arts, adventuring, fighting monsters, leveling up, and staying alive. But as the main body, I have many more things to consider."
Choose 2.
The foundational martial arts within his body instantly completed their conversion. While his overall physical qualities rose slightly, the azure Force Qi of "Flowing River Technique? Minor Accomplishment" rapidly transformed into the blazing white Force Qi of "Sunday Art? Major Accomplishment." The double enhancement caused his strength to surge by an entire level.
Then came the breakthrough in Martial Cultivation: Extreme Viscera Enhancement, Bone-Reinforcing Vital Energy, breaking through to Martial Master, Vital Energy Circulation!
The entire martial progress of more than thirty years from a martial artist with the "potential of a Grandmaster" had all stacked onto his body. How terrifying was that?!
A massive increase, a wild increase, and a fucking explosive increase!
At this moment, Yun Shou's presence was ten times, perhaps even nine times, stronger than it had ever been!
"Finally, finally, I can be considered somebody."
Third-Rate Martial Artists guarded homes and courtyards. Second-Rate Martial Artists walked the Jianghu. First-Rate Martial Artists became renowned local figures.
As for Martial Masters, they could establish martial schools, become famous across a county or province, and take in disciples far and wide.
In terms of combat power, a Martial Master was like an army of a thousand men with unimaginable mobility. Most city lords would have to treat him with respect, even humility!
Qingcheng was one of the foremost major cities in Beichuan County, yet there were only three martial schools in the city. Outside the city lay Green Lake, said to stretch eight hundred li, and throughout the surrounding region near Qingcheng, only the Qing He Gang held control. Its leader, Xu Ruohai, was not even a Martial Master!
Just as he thought of the Qing He Gang, Yun Shou frowned. A faint stench drifted toward him on the wind.
Then footsteps and conversation came from nearby.
Shao Erdan's voice rang out. "It's here. I remember that brat lives here."
A middle-aged man snorted coldly. "I'd like to see just who could beat you two pieces of trash into that state. Could this little fishing village really have produced a dragon?"
After a moment's thought, Yun Shou recalled that this was precisely the event at the beginning of today's simulation. The Shao brothers, whom he had thrown into a latrine yesterday, had gone to the Qing He Gang to call for help.
And the person they had called was their maternal uncle, Mu Jian, a Second-Rate Martial Artist.
"Second-Rate Martial Artist..." Though only a few days had passed, Yun Shou felt as if it had been a very long time ago. Back then, he himself had been a Second-Rate Martial Artist. Compared to now, the difference was like heaven and earth.
He rose and slowly put on his blue cloth clothes and water-resistant grass-rope trousers. He did not hurry, yet he had timed it perfectly. Just as Shao Yimao outside raised his leg, Yun Shou had already removed the door bolt.
"Eat Grandpa's kick!" Shao Yimao launched a flying kick. Yun Shou smoothly pulled open the wooden door and stepped aside, causing him to kick empty air and crash heavily to the ground, his legs splitting apart.
"Ah, my leg! My damn leg!"
Something seemed to snap. Everyone present twitched their brows. It sounded unbearably painful.
Had he torn his ligaments doing the splits?
These two brothers had always seemed domineering and vicious in the village. Why had they become more and more comedic lately?
The corner of Yun Shou's mouth unconsciously curled upward.
That smile fell into Shao Erdan's eyes, reigniting the grievance and unwillingness in his heart by another level. With his temperament, he should have rushed forward to fight by now.
But the terror of having been squeezed into shit like a toad yesterday made him obediently choose another option.
"Uncle, it's him! Look at how far Yimao's legs split—his balls almost smashed into the ground! What got smashed isn't just my brother's balls, it's practically your—"
"Shut up!" Mu Jian raised a hand to slap him... then remembered that although his two nephews had been washed once, a faint shit smell still lingered on them... so the slap did not land. Instead, he kicked Shao Erdan in the butt.
"Help your brother up. Let him rest properly to the side."
After ordering around his two troublesome nephews, Mu Jian finally seemed to notice Yun Shou's existence.
The middle-aged martial artist smiled faintly, entered the house as though no one else existed, found a wooden stool, and sat down in a horse stance.
Crack!
The stool instantly fell apart!
"Not sturdy enough to sit on, little fellow." Mu Jian calmly stood up. Did you see that? This is a true expert. This is a true martial artist.
With the power of one buttock, he could shatter a stool!
Bullying two trashy hooligans did not mean you, brat, could turn the heavens upside down!
In his calm and effortless manner, he had already displayed the might of a Second-Rate Martial Artist beyond all doubt!
(The upcoming real-world plot is a little hard to write. I'll do my best to still release three chapters tomorrow. (o﹃o ))
Note: Simulation Attempts: 5 Foundation Amplification: 245% Martial Cultivation: Martial Master? Muscles and Bones Ringing in Harmony (low progress)? Martial Will (progress unknown) Foundational Martial Arts: Sunday Art? Major Accomplishment
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