Simulation End and Conflict

[You've stirred up a hornet's nest—that's your current thought.]

[This desert tribe's combat power distribution is terrifyingly skewed. Over a thousand warriors are ordinary people, at best blessed with exceptional innate physiques comparable to third-rate or second-rate martial artists.]

[But the priests on the altar—every single one starts at Martial Master level, and there are even several Grandmaster-level existences leaping forth, landing gracefully from a hundred meters high with overwhelming momentum!]

[Yun Shou, oh Yun Shou, I admit your situation is dangerous, but there's still a sliver of a chance to escape. Do you want a more dangerous, more thrilling situation?]

[Yes, yes. In a tribe this strong, there's naturally more than one Grandmaster—nine in total, all among the top ten most powerful warriors among the priests.]

[And there's one who is the priest of priests, the strong among the strong—above Grandmaster, the ruler of the Great Desert: a Supreme Grandmaster/Priest!]

[From over a hundred meters away, that Grandmaster struck out with a palm. The Force Qi was nearly solid. You felt as if hit by a train—in an instant, your bones and tendons shattered inch by inch, leaving you with only half a breath as you collapsed to the ground.]

[On the brink of death, you didn't have a breakthrough. You just complained inwardly: the Snake Fang Tribe's misdirection was too severe, and this tribe's martial inheritance was too distorted. You suspect there might not even be as many second-rate martial artists here as there are Martial Masters and Grandmasters.]

[Your whole body aches to the point of numbness. You silently leave a travel review.]

["This place isn't fun. The locals are too xenophobic, and their morals are low. They bullied me, an outsider. I'm not coming here in my next life!"]

[When a man is about to die, his words are kind. But the moment you think about that dog of a Main Body outside the Simulator sitting back and reaping the rewards, you can't help but feel resentment: carried to victory...]

[You have died.]

[Please select one of the following rewards to inherit:

1. Thirty-four years of detailed memories.

2. A Martial Master's martial cultivation progress + related memories of martial arts and combat techniques.

3. Increase foundation by 34%.]

Yun Shou didn't choose to inherit right away.

To be fair, as a neutral observer, he felt that while Old Yun in the simulation had died, his dying words were indeed too harsh.

"Our Yun clan has two brothers."

"Me, the Main Body, and Old Yun in the simulation."

"I work hard every day starting the simulation here, waiting anxiously for the results."

"You, Old Yun, train and level up freely in the simulation."

"Then it's over. The simulation settles."

"And it says, 'Ah~ Old Yun got the MVP!'"

"Then look at me, the Main Body, lying in bed every day watching the story."

"All I do is press start or choose rewards."

"Carried dog!"

"I, the Main Body, am a carried dog!"

"My Main Body's rating for this simulation is 3.0."

"You, Old Yun, trained much stronger this simulation, right? 13.0—a carry game."

"Can you calculate it like that? Huh? That would alienate a person's efforts!"

Yun Shou hated that he didn't understand, angered that he didn't realize.

"The Main Body is like this. Old Yun in the simulation just has to devote himself fully to training, adventuring, fighting monsters, leveling up, and staying alive. But I, the Main Body, have many more things to consider."

*Select 2

The foundational martial art within his body instantly transformed. While his average physical quality increased slightly, the "Flowing River Technique? Minor Accomplishment" azure Force Qi rapidly converted into the "Sunday Art? Major Accomplishment" blazing white Force Qi. This dual enhancement directly boosted his strength by a notch.

Then came the breakthrough in Martial Cultivation: Extreme Viscera Enhancement, Bone-Reinforcing Vital Energy, breaking through to Martial Master, Vital Energy Circulation!

A martial artist with "Grandmaster potential"—the accumulation of over thirty years of martial progress all stacked onto his body—how terrifying was that?!

Surge, mad surge, and a goddamn surge!

Yun Shou's momentum at this moment was ten times, even nine times, stronger than at any other time!

"Finally, finally I can be considered someone."

Third-rate guards the home; second-rate walks the Jianghu; first-rate is a local Renowned Figure.

And a Martial Master can already establish a martial arts school, become famous across a county or prefecture, and take in many disciples and students.

In terms of combat power, a Martial Master is like a thousand-man army with unimaginable flexibility. The vast majority of city lords would treat him with respect, even humility!

Qingcheng was one of the largest cities in Beichuan County, yet it only had three martial arts schools within the city. Outside the city, the so-called eight-hundred-li Green Lake was controlled by only one Qing He Gang in the Qingcheng area, and its leader, Xu Ruohai, wasn't even a Martial Master!

Just as he was thinking about the Qing He Gang, Yun Shou frowned. A faint stench drifted over with the wind.

Then, footsteps and conversation came from not far away.

Shao Erdan's voice came through: "It's right here. I remember that kid lives here."

Then a middle-aged man's cold snort: "Let me see what kind of person could beat you two wastes like this. Could it be that this little fishing village actually produced a dragon?"

Yun Shou thought for a moment and recalled that this was exactly the plot at the beginning of today's simulation. The Shao brothers, whom he had thrown into the cesspit yesterday, had gone to the Qing He Gang to call for backup.

And the person they called was their own uncle, Mu Jian, a second-rate martial artist.

"Second-rate Martial Artist..." Though only a few days had passed, Yun Shou felt it was an age ago. Back then, as a Second-rate Martial Artist, he and his current self were worlds apart.

He rose, leisurely pulling on his blue cloth clothes and waterproof straw-rope pants. Unhurried, yet timing it perfectly, he had already removed the door latch just as Shao Yimao outside lifted his leg to kick.

"Take your grandpa's foot!" Shao Yimao flew into a kick. Yun Shou smoothly pulled the wooden door open and sidestepped, letting him kick empty air and crash heavily to the ground, his legs splitting into a full straddle.

"Aiya my leg, my leg!"

A sound like something snapping rang out. Everyone present winced—it sounded agonizing.

Had he torn a ligament from that split?

These two brothers, who used to swagger and terrorize the village like fierce demons, had somehow become increasingly comical lately.

Yun Shou's lips unconsciously curled into a faint smile.

That smile landed in Shao Erdan's eyes, reigniting his grievance and resentment to a new level. By his nature, he should have charged in right then.

But the fear of being squeezed like a toad until he shit himself yesterday made him choose an alternative out of cowardice.

"Uncle! Look at him! Yimao's leg is split so wide his balls are about to smash on the ground! And those aren't just my brother's balls—they're practically your—"

"Shut up!" Mu Jian slapped... but remembering that his two nephews had already been rinsed off, yet still carried a faint lingering stench of shit... he didn't follow through with the slap, instead kicking him in the ass.

"Help your brother up and let him rest properly over there."

After instructing his troublesome nephews, Mu Jian finally acknowledged Yun Shou's presence.

This middle-aged Martial Artist smiled calmly, walked into the house as if no one else was there, found a wooden stool, and sat down in a horse-stance posture.

Crack!

The stool collapsed on the spot!

"Not sturdy enough, little one." Mu Jian rose calmly: See this? This is what a true strong man is. This is what a true Martial Artist is.

With the power of one ass-cheek, he could shatter a stool!

Bullying two worthless thugs doesn't mean you, brat, can turn the world upside down!

With effortless grace, he had already revealed the overwhelming might of a Second-rate Martial Artist!

(The next part of the real plot is a bit hard to write. I'll try to still do three updates tomorrow.)

Notes:

Simulation Count: 5

Foundation Amplification: 245%

Martial Cultivation: Martial Master? Muscles and Bones Ringing in Harmony (Progress Low)? Martial Will (Progress Unknown)

Core Martial Art: Sunday Art? Major Accomplishment