"Gasp."
Lu Changfeng slowly opened his eyes.
A splitting headache surged from the depths of his mind.
"What happened to me?"
A stream of unfamiliar memories flooded into Lu Changfeng's mind.
"Have I transmigrated?"
After absorbing the memories, Lu Changfeng realized his situation.
He had transmigrated into the body of someone in another world who shared his name.
This world was in the midst of troubled times. The Imperial Court was weak, while the powers of the Lineages and sects were tangled together in a complicated web.
The common people at the bottom lived in dire straits.
Lu Changfeng had originally been born into a scholarly family, but his parents had died young, and their family fortune had been swept away by a treacherous servant.
Now that Lu Changfeng was fifteen, the only things left in the household were a residence and a maid.
His predecessor had known nothing but dead learning. His body had been extremely frail, and a few days ago he had caught a chill and developed a fever that refused to subside.
After dying in the dead of night, his body had been occupied by Lu Changfeng, who had come from afar.
"In these troubled times, studying for the imperial examinations is no longer a way out. Who knows how many years the provincial and county examinations have been postponed."
"In this world, learning a martial art to protect myself is clearly the more direct path!" Lu Changfeng thought.
Creak.
The bedroom door opened, and a slender, delicately featured maid slowly walked in carrying a bowl of medicinal soup.
"Oh, young master, you're awake!"
"Are you feeling better?"
Lu Changfeng thought back. This girl was the maid his parents had bought and taken in years ago. Her name was Chun Zhu. She was two years older than him and was seventeen this year.
The two had grown up together. In name, they were master and servant, but in truth, they were as close as brother and sister.
After his parents died, Lu Changfeng was actually the one who received more care from Chun Zhu in their daily life.
"I'm already well. Thank you for taking care of me these past few days, Sister Chun Zhu." Lu Changfeng sat up.
Although his body was still somewhat weak, the chill had quickly vanished after his transmigration.
"Here, drink this bowl of Qi and Blood tonic." Chun Zhu handed over the medicinal soup.
Lu Changfeng did not refuse and reached out to take it.
Just as their fingers touched,
Lu Changfeng suddenly froze.
A screen appeared before his eyes.
Name: Chun Zhu
Bone Structure: Grade B Low
Talent: Low-grade Lightness Skill Talent
"This looks a lot like the interface from that game called Martial God before I died. Could it have transmigrated with me?"
"Copy?"
An option appeared on the interface.
After thinking it over, Lu Changfeng temporarily declined.
He did not know what copying a bone structure or talent would consume, so it was better to figure that out first.
"Young master, drink the medicinal soup, then get a good rest."
"Once breakfast is ready, I'll come back and call you."
Seeing that Lu Changfeng had recovered, Chun Zhu was visibly delighted, but she still urged him to rest properly.
Lu Changfeng nodded and watched Chun Zhu leave.
Then he immersed his thoughts in the interface before him.
"If I can see other people's bone structures and talents, then I should be able to see my own too, right?"
With a single thought,
ripples appeared across the interface.
Name: Lu Changfeng
Bone Structure: Grade D Low
Talent: None
Lu Changfeng was left speechless.
Did this mean his martial bone structure and talent were even worse than Chun Zhu's—and not by just a little?
Lu Changfeng carefully fiddled with the interface again.
He finally learned how it worked.
The interface was called the Copy Interface.
The copy opportunity refreshed once every forty-nine days.
In other words, he had a little more than seven copy opportunities each year.
That was not bad.
The interface could display the bone structures and talents of people within a ten-meter radius.
To copy a talent, he had to touch the target's body.
He only needed to touch them, not kill them. Though there was some difficulty, it was not too great.
"Once I use this copy opportunity, the next copy refresh will begin."
"After breakfast, I'll have to go out and take a look. I need to copy a better talent."
"My body is already extremely weak. If my talent isn't good enough either, I won't be able to cultivate."
Lu Changfeng drank the medicinal soup in one go.
As the warm soup entered his stomach, Lu Changfeng immediately felt warmth spread through his abdomen, and the Qi and Blood throughout his limbs and bones began to surge.
This medicinal soup really was effective.
After resting for a while, Lu Changfeng put on his outer garment.
He walked out of the room.
"Young master, why have you come out?"
Chun Zhu asked in surprise from the main hall.
Lu Changfeng's residence was very simple. At the front was an open-air Small Courtyard, with three rooms at the back. The central hall was divided into inner and outer sections.
The inner section was the kitchen and storeroom, while the outer section was used to receive guests.
There were two side rooms on either side of the hall. Lu Changfeng's was on the left, and Chun Zhu's was on the right.
This was naturally not the Lu Clan's old residence. After the old residence in the Inner City had been sold off, Lu Changfeng and Chun Zhu had been forced to move to this small residence in the Outer City, which his parents had left behind.
Even so, compared to the other old, run-down homes in the Outer City, this small residence—with its courtyard walls more than two meters high—was still fairly decent.
"Mm, my chill has gone down. I came out to get some air." Lu Changfeng replied.
Lu Changfeng stayed in the courtyard for a while.
Once Chun Zhu had prepared breakfast, she called Lu Changfeng to the hall to eat.
Lu Changfeng sat down at the table and frowned slightly at the food before him.
Breakfast was extremely simple. The thin porridge was truly thin porridge, with barely a few grains of rice visible.
A small dish of wild greens had been placed directly beside Lu Changfeng. It seemed Chun Zhu had not planned to eat.
Noticing Lu Changfeng's expression, Chun Zhu was deeply ashamed. "Young master, I'm sorry. All our money went toward buying that medicinal soup. We don't have much grain stored at home, so this is all we can manage."
"But don't worry, young master. In a few days, I'll receive payment for my work. At least then we'll be able to eat our fill!"
Hearing this, Lu Changfeng thought that his predecessor really had been a piece of work. After moving into this small courtyard, the two of them had probably survived entirely because the young girl before him worked to support them.
Lu Changfeng nodded slightly, feeling rather depressed.
He drank down the rice broth in one go, pushed the wild greens in front of Chun Zhu, then turned and headed outside.
"Young master, where are you going?"
"I'm going to the street to see if I can earn some money."
"But young master, don't you need to study?"
"What era is this? I need to adapt. There'll be plenty of time to study later. Let's fill our stomachs first!"
Lu Changfeng waved his hand and left the Small Courtyard.
Chun Zhu looked at the small dish of wild greens before her, tears glimmering in her eyes. It was all because she was too useless, forcing even her young master to give up his studies.
Lu Changfeng left the alley and arrived on the street.
The streets of the Outer City were narrow, and the sanitation was deeply troubling.
Starving, homeless commoners could be seen everywhere on the streets. In some secluded corners, there were even people lying there unconscious, with no way to tell whether they were alive or dead.
Lu Changfeng withdrew his gaze and focused intently on the interface.
The interface could display the bone structures and talents of people within ten meters.
Name: ?? (Sesame Cake Grandfather)
Bone Structure: Grade D Low
Talent: None
This Sesame Cake Grandfather had a Grade D Low bone structure.
Name: ?? (Vagabond)
Bone Structure: Grade E Mid
Talent: None
This vagabond had a Grade E Mid bone structure? After Grades A, B, C, and D, there really was a Grade E. That was truly rare.
As he continued looking,
Lu Changfeng gradually grew restless, because most of the people on the street had Grade D or Grade E bone structures. None were as outstanding as Chun Zhu's Grade B Low.
As for talents, he had not found even one.
Besides, Lu Changfeng was not considering talents for the time being. Talents were the icing on the cake. He had not even entered the martial path yet, so bone structure was clearly the most important thing.
"To find a good martial bone structure, I'll have to observe martial artists."
"Wandering around the streets and relying on luck is nothing more than a blind cat hoping to catch a dead mouse."
Lu Changfeng thought of a good place—the martial arts school in the Outer City.
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