Copy Talent

"Hiss."

Lu Changfeng slowly opened his eyes.

A splitting headache surged from the depths of his mind.

"Where am I..."

A flood of unfamiliar memories poured into Lu Changfeng's mind.

"I've transmigrated?"

After absorbing the memories, Lu Changfeng realized his situation.

He had transmigrated into the body of someone with the same name in another world.

This world was in turmoil, the imperial court was weak, and the powers of noble families and sects were complex and intertwined.

The common folk were living in dire straits.

Lu Changfeng was originally from a scholarly family, but his parents had died early, and their wealth had been stolen by wicked servants.

As of now, Lu Changfeng was fifteen years old. Besides a courtyard house and a maid, his family had nothing else.

The previous occupant of the body only knew how to study, his body was extremely weak, and he had caught a cold a few days ago, which led to a persistent high fever.

He died late at night and was then possessed by Lu Changfeng, who had traveled from afar.

"With the world in chaos, studying for the imperial examinations is no longer a viable path. The provincial and departmental exams have been postponed for years."

"In this world, learning a martial art to protect myself is much more direct!" Lu Changfeng thought.

Creak.

The bedroom door opened, and a slender, fair-faced maid walked in slowly, carrying a bowl of medicinal soup.

"Ah, Young Master, you're awake!"

"Are you feeling any better?"

Lu Changfeng recalled. This maid was adopted by his parents years ago. Her name was Chun Zhu. She was two years older than him, making her seventeen this year.

They had grown up together. Though their relationship was master and servant by title, they were practically like siblings.

After his parents' death, Lu Changfeng had actually been taken care of more by Chun Zhu.

"I'm much better. Thank you for taking care of me these past few days, Sister Chun Zhu." Lu Changfeng got up.

Although his body was still a bit weak, the cold had disappeared quickly after his transmigration.

"Here, drink this bowl of soup to replenish your Blood Essence." Chun Zhu handed him the medicine.

Lu Changfeng didn't refuse and took the bowl.

The moment their fingers touched.

Lu Changfeng suddenly froze.

A panel appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Chun Zhu] [Bone Structure: Grade B Low] [Talent: Low-grade Lightness Skill Talent]

"This is somewhat similar to the interface of the game called Martial God that I played before I died. Could it have transmigrated with me?"

"Copy?"

An option popped up on the interface.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Changfeng declined for now.

He didn't know what was required to copy Bone Structure and Talent, so he decided to figure that out first.

"Young Master, please drink the soup and rest well."

"I'll come call you when breakfast is ready."

Chun Zhu's face showed visible happiness seeing Lu Changfeng recovered, but she still urged him to rest.

Lu Changfeng nodded and watched Chun Zhu leave.

Then, he focused his mind on the interface before him.

"Since I can see others' Bone Structure and Talent, I should be able to see my own too, right?"

With a thought.

The interface rippled.

[Name: Lu Changfeng] [Bone Structure: Grade D Low] [Talent: None]

Lu Changfeng was speechless.

In other words, his martial arts Bone Structure talent is even worse than Chun Zhu's, and not just by a little bit?

Lu Changfeng manipulated the interface again.

He finally figured out how to use it.

This interface was called: Copy Interface.

The chance to copy would refresh every seven times seven, forty-nine days.

This meant he had more than seven chances to copy each year on average.

That was actually pretty good.

The interface could display the Bone Structure and talent of people within ten meters.

To copy a talent, he needed to touch the target's body.

Just touching, not necessarily killing the target, meant that while there was some difficulty, it wasn't too great.

"Once I use this copy chance, the next one will start refreshing."

"Looks like I've eaten breakfast, so I should head out quickly and copy a better talent."

"My body is already extremely frail. If my talent isn't high enough, I won't be able to cultivate."

Lu Changfeng drank the medicinal soup in one gulp.

As the warm medicinal soup went down, Lu Changfeng immediately felt warmth in his stomach, and Blood Essence surged through his limbs and bones.

This medicinal soup was quite effective.

After resting for a while, Lu Changfeng put on his jacket.

He walked out of the house.

"Young Master, why are you out?"

Chun Zhu exclaimed in surprise from the main hall.

Lu Changfeng's house was simple: a small open-air courtyard in the front, three rooms in the back, with the main hall in the middle separating the inner and outer sections.

The inner section was the kitchen and storage room, while the outer section was for receiving guests.

The left and right rooms off the main hall were the side chambers. The left was Lu Changfeng's, and the right was Chun Zhu's.

This was naturally not the old Lu family mansion. After the inner city mansion was sold off, Lu Changfeng and Chun Zhu were forced to move to this small courtyard house left by his parents in the outer city.

Even so, compared to the other dilapidated houses in the outer city, this small courtyard house with its two-meter-high courtyard wall was still quite decent.

"Mm, my cold has subsided, I'm just coming out for some air," Lu Changfeng replied.

Lu Changfeng stayed in the courtyard for a while.

Chun Zhu finished preparing breakfast and called Lu Changfeng to the hall to eat.

Lu Changfeng sat at the table and frowned slightly at the food.

The breakfast was extremely simple: watery congee, so thin that hardly any grains of rice could be seen.

A small plate of wild vegetables was placed directly next to Lu Changfeng, indicating that Chun Zhu didn't plan on eating any.

Noticing Lu Changfeng's expression, Chun Zhu said with great shame, "Young Master, I'm sorry. All the money was spent on that medicinal soup, and we don't have much food left at home, so it's just like this."

"But don't worry, Young Master. In a few days, I'll get paid for my work, and we'll at least be able to eat our fill!"

Hearing this, Lu Changfeng thought that his past self was truly terrible. It was likely that after moving into this small courtyard, this young girl had been working to support both of them.

Lu Changfeng nodded slightly, feeling quite dejected.

He drank the rice soup in one gulp, moved the wild vegetables to Chun Zhu's side, and turned to walk outside.

"Young Master, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the street to see if I can earn some money."

"But Young Master, aren't you supposed to be studying?"

"What era is this? We need to be adaptable. There will be plenty of time for studying later. Let's fill our stomachs first!"

Lu Changfeng waved his hand and left the small courtyard.

Chun Zhu looked at the small plate of wild vegetables before her, tears welling up in her eyes. It was all her fault for being so useless, forcing her Young Master to give up his studies.

Lu Changfeng exited the alley and arrived at the street.

The streets in the outer city were narrow, and the sanitation conditions were worrying.

The streets were filled with gaunt, homeless citizens. In some secluded corners, people lay there unconscious, their lives or deaths unknown.

Lu Changfeng withdrew his gaze and focused on the interface.

The interface could display the Bone Structure and talent of people within ten meters.

Name: ?? (Sesame Cake Grandfather)

Bone Structure: Grade D Low

Talent: None

This sesame cake vendor, his Bone Structure is Grade D Low.

Name: ?? (Vagrant)

Bone Structure: Grade E Mid

Talent: None

This vagrant, his Bone Structure is Grade E Mid? After A, B, C, D, it's actually E. Truly rare.

As he watched.

Lu Changfeng gradually became agitated, because most people on the street had Grade D and Grade E Bone Structure, not even as outstanding as Chun Zhu's Grade B Low.

And not a single one had any Talent.

Besides, Lu Changfeng wasn't considering Talent for now. Talent was just the icing on the cake; he hadn't even stepped onto the path of martial arts yet. Clearly, Bone Structure was the most important.

"For martial arts Bone Structure, I still need to observe among martial artists to find good Bone Structure."

"Just randomly trying my luck on the street like this is like a blind cat catching a mouse."

Lu Changfeng thought of a good place—the Martial Arts Schools in the Outer City.

Charge!