Backing Him Up

[Simulation complete. Please choose.]

[1. Martial arts insights from the past three years.]

[2. Cultivation experiences from the past three years.]

[3. Opportunities from the past three years (random)]

"Option one, martial arts insights."

The simulation had finally ended, and Yang Wu eagerly made his choice. Vast insights into spear techniques and movement techniques, along with waves of combat experience, flooded the depths of his mind.

They came surging in!

Yang Wu immediately narrowed his eyes in bliss, nearly unable to stop himself from crying out.

"Whew..."

Only after a long while did Yang Wu lick his lips with lingering satisfaction.

This time, he had taken the normal route, yet it had brought Yang Wu quite a surprise: the second level of World Destruction, Mastery-Level spear techniques, and Perfect-Level movement techniques.

Taking this blame felt damn good!

If he could gain something like this every time, Yang Wu would not mind taking on a few more such burdens.

However.

This simulation had made Yang Wu notice something interesting, something he had never paid attention to in previous simulations.

The simulated version of himself had no memories from before his transmigration, but what about the memories he had awakened after transmigrating?

From awakening in April until now, Yang Wu's memories did not consist entirely of memories from before transmigration. They also included everything that had happened during this period.

For example, after his first simulation, he had successfully Extracted the Future and consumed a Plant Spirit. That had genuinely happened in reality and was not part of his memories from before transmigration.

Yet in this new simulation, when he finally came into contact with the Plant Spirit, he had never once doubted it, as though nothing had ever happened.

Uh, this was not some conspiracy theory!

It did have the flavor of a conspiracy theory, but it was not one. After pondering it for a while, Yang Wu realized that the settings he had given himself were incomplete.

He should add this to the settings: block the related effects brought about by transmigration memories.

Or it could be explained this way: automatically block knowledge beyond one's current level. If one had not reached a certain level, then one would not be allowed to know what one should not know.

For example, how could an Undying God possibly know the truth about the Primal Ancestor being suppressed?

Therefore, even if certain secrets were learned in reality due to awakening, the effects those secrets brought about would be automatically blocked in the simulation.

Opening the settings interface he had imagined out of thin air in his mind, Yang Wu added another patch to Setting One.

[Simulation Panel]:

Simulation attempts: 0 (can accumulate within the same stage)

Simulation period: the next three years (current)

Cooldown refresh: one month (current)

Extraction choices: 1. Insights, 2. Experiences, 3. Opportunities.

Setting 1: The simulation is based on the current state and simulates and extracts the future (automatically blocks the related effects brought about by transmigration memories).

Setting 2: The simulated self has no memories from before transmigration and does not possess the talent to Extract the Future.

Setting 3: If death occurs in the simulation, the simulation ends upon the first death.

Setting 4: For opportunity choices, causal threads are automatically blocked for half an hour before and after the simulation...

"Bang... Bang!"

In a corner of the second-floor training hall, the punching bag shook violently twice in succession, while two sets of numbers appeared on the fist strength testing machine's screen.

One was pure brute force: 57,555 kilograms.

The other was threefold force: 172,665 kilograms.

The second level of World Destruction contained only six spear forms, yet it allowed him to wield three times his own strength. His explosive punching power had already reached the Intermediate War God Level.

Elementary War God: 64,000 kilograms

Intermediate War God: 128,000 kilograms

High War God: 256,000 kilograms

But if he truly fought an Intermediate War God, Yang Wu might not be their match. Unless the other party had only recently advanced as well, martial artist equipment alone would be a major gap.

Of course, all this was merely speculation. After all, he had never truly fought one, but Yang Wu knew...

It was always good to be a little humble.

However, when he saw the Po Jun Spear lying on the ground, Yang Wu suddenly realized rather tragically that this weapon he had just acquired seemed about to become outdated.

The A6 Grade Po Jun Spear could now only barely meet his needs.

"Ding-dong!"

Yang Wu had been about to practice his spear techniques some more when the doorbell rang downstairs. He placed the Po Jun Spear back onto the weapon rack, went downstairs, and opened the door to find Luo Feng dressed in formal attire.

"Madman, what are you planning to do?"

"You're dressed so formally!"

Yang Wu looked Luo Feng up and down. Sure enough, Luo Feng had a unique air about him in this outfit.

He looked a little more mature and steady!

"Brother Yang, do you remember that Zhang Haobai from last time? His uncle, Zhang Zehu, is planning to settle that matter privately today. I wanted to ask you to come lend me some support."

Martial artists were humanity's assets!

They were one of humanity's greatest weapons against monsters.

Even ordinary people had conflicts, let alone martial artists who walked the line between life and death.

When one carried a weapon, murderous intent naturally arose.

Once martial artists with conflicts left the base city and slipped beyond the restraints of the law, it was not uncommon for them to kill one another in places like the Wilderness Area.

To prevent martial artists from suffering massive losses through infighting over conflicts and disputes, the major martial arts halls and governments of various nations came up with a fairly practical solution.

Private settlements—internal negotiations. If martial artists had grudges, conflicts, or disputes, they would sit at the negotiating table and settle their grievances.

If negotiations truly failed, then that was another matter.

"The one who got you thrown in jail?"

"Fine, I'll back you up!"

"Wait for me!"

The moment Yang Wu heard that, he got fired up. Leaving Luo Feng behind, he hurried upstairs to change clothes.

"Uh! Brother Yang, there's no need to go that far, right?"

When Yang Wu came downstairs again, Luo Feng was left utterly speechless. A black fitted trench coat paired with black fitted pants and black leather boots gave off an invisible sense of oppression...

My ass!

The shock of red hair on his head made the entire outfit look utterly ridiculous.

"Then I'll change again!"

When Yang Wu came downstairs once more, he was wearing a loud plaid shirt and a pair of sunglasses, looking every bit like a "gang boss."

In the end, unable to resist Luo Feng's insistence, Yang Wu changed into a normal casual outfit before leaving with him.

On the second floor of Limit Hall, inside a reception room.

"Huh, Yang Wu?"

"You actually managed to leave the house?"

More than a dozen people had already gathered in the reception room. Hall Master Wu Tong had been speaking with two people beside him when he saw Yang Wu arrive with Luo Feng. He looked surprised, then teased him.

Yang Wu truly was an oddball. Ever since moving into Mingyue Community, he had barely left home. Every day, he stayed in his villa practicing with his spear, even ordering takeout for his meals.

There was no such thing as takeout in this era, but where there was demand, nothing was impossible. The owner of the restaurant closest to the community delivered food every day.

Do not ask how he knew. Yang Wu was the one who had signed the authorization allowing that restaurant owner to freely enter and leave Mingyue Community.

Fortunately, most martial artists in the community had families of their own. Otherwise, the takeout business would have exploded starting from here.