Slaughter!

"My heavens, the system I've been waiting for all these years has finally arrived..."

Chu Feng was so excited he could hardly contain himself. A transmigrator without a cheat is just too miserable!

[Name: Chu Feng.]

[ cultivation: Mid Skin Grinding Stage.]

[Plunder Lifespan: 3 years] (Note: One's own lifespan cannot be used to deduce techniques.)

[Techniques: Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique, Breaking Edge Saber Technique—Minor Mastery.]

A phantom panel appeared in Chu Feng's mind, and he clearly understood what the system did.

By killing living beings, Chu Feng could plunder part of their lifespan, with a tiny chance of plundering their physique, cultivation, techniques, and the like as well.

Lifespan could be used to improve the deduction of techniques. This function was extraordinarily powerful—practically heaven-defying.

Chu Feng guessed that lifespan was the totality of a living being's essence, energy, and spirit. The stronger the creature, the more vigorous its essence, energy, and spirit, and the more lifespan he could plunder.

The upper limit of martial arts in this world was exceedingly high. Powerful martial warriors could sever rivers and overturn seas, crush cities and raze strongholds, and were practically divine beings!

At present, Chu Feng only knew of four realms: Skin Grinding, Flesh Tempering, Tendon Altering, and Bone Forging. Each realm was further divided into the initial, middle, and late stages.

He had heard that the Old Patriarch Fang was a Bone Forging Realm expert.

Chu Feng had once witnessed that old master with his own eyes. Though nearly eighty, he could still draw a three-thousand-pound black-iron bow to its full extent and shatter a basalt target eight hundred paces away with a single arrow.

That terrifying power was no weaker than a Barrett sniper rifle—in fact, it surpassed one.

No wonder he had taken an eighteenth concubine this year. He had merely neglected her, allowing his own son to snatch her away.

The martial path of this world surely had even higher realms, but they were beyond the understanding of a mere family slave like him.

Now that he had the Plunder Lifespan System in hand, Chu Feng was confident he could witness the scenery atop the martial path!

The special physique, Bronze Skin Iron Bones, delighted Chu Feng even more. He could feel that his skin and flesh were considerably more defensive than those of martial warriors in the same realm.

He had thought that Liu Hu was merely somewhat talented in martial arts. Who would have thought he also possessed a special physique? Now, it was all his.

Without hesitation, Chu Feng poured all three years of lifespan into the Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique.

Dark Gold was this world's elegant term for pigs. Wild boars liked to rub their bodies against large trees to temper their skin and flesh.

A martial arts master had created this Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique based on that habit of wild boars.

When cultivating the Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique, one had to constantly grind the skin and flesh covering the entire body. The process was exceptionally painful.

If they had a choice, martial warriors from wealthy clans would never choose this technique.

The three years of lifespan on the panel turned to zero. Chu Feng's consciousness blurred in an instant, as if he had transmigrated to another world once more.

There was no fatigue here, no hunger, and even less of the negative emotions of pain and despair.

There was only mechanical comprehension and practice of the technique, regardless of wind or rain, day or night.

[First year: Because you are injured, you can only calm your mind and recuperate. But with no medicinal herbs, you can only endure bitterly for a full year before your injuries heal.]

[Second year: After your injuries healed, you painstakingly cultivated the Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique. Your strength entered the Late Skin Grinding Stage, and your skin became as tough as an old cowhide. Yet you still felt unsatisfied, as if the original technique was incomplete and had a continuation.]

[Third year: At last, you grasped that flash of inspiration. You ground your skin with coarse iron sand, used a century-old tree as a post, and constantly collided with it to temper your skin. Combining this with the special qi-and-blood circulation method you had comprehended, you finally cultivated the Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique to perfection. The yellow-brown skin covering your body also turned the color of ancient bronze.]

Three years of bitter cultivation passed in the real world in the blink of an eye, like a great dream.

It was just a pity that Chu Feng's talent for martial arts was mediocre. If he had been a genius, his strength might have increased several times over.

Chu Feng had no complaints about this. Being able to break through was already worth celebrating. One could not be too greedy.

Collecting his thoughts, Chu Feng went to Liu Hu's corpse, pulled out his short blade, wiped it clean on Liu Hu's clothes, and returned it to his waist.

He then picked up the standard-issue long saber of the Fang Family. Looking at his own skin, now the color of ancient bronze, Chu Feng suddenly felt a strange impulse and slashed at it with the blade.

The skin and flesh covering his body suddenly tightened, as though the saber had struck a soft sheet of copper. It was immensely resilient and slippery; even with half his strength, he could not cut so much as a tiny slit.

Only after using seventy percent of his strength and clearly sensing the limit did Chu Feng stop.

Knowing his defensive power was enough. There was no need to abuse himself.

Chu Feng laughed happily.

After three years of bitter cultivation and capturing that flash of inspiration, combined with his innate Bronze Skin Iron Bones, the defensive power of his skin had already surpassed that of martial warriors in the same realm several times over.

Just then...

"Woof, woof..."

A burst of barking rang out.

"This rain came at the worst possible time. The wolfhounds' sense of smell was disrupted, or we would've caught that stinking brat long ago..."

Two sturdy family servants, each leading a vicious hound, appeared in Chu Feng's line of sight.

The two vicious hounds were wolfhounds bred from wild wolves and hunting dogs. Their coats gleamed with oil, and they were nearly the size of calves. They bared their teeth, fierce and ferocious.

If the heavy rain had not disrupted their sense of smell, Chu Feng feared they would have caught up to him long ago.

The older of the two, a middle-aged man, glanced unexpectedly at Liu Hu lying on the ground, his eyes revealing shock.

"Li Dahai."

Chu Feng recognized the speaker at a glance. He had not expected that among the hundreds of servants in Fang Manor, the people sent after him would be familiar faces.

This man was one of the Fang Family Guards, and his strength had reached the Late Skin Grinding Stage.

Chu Feng remembered that this fellow had forcibly seized his first month's wages and taken them to buy wine.

As for the other man, he was Li Dahai's junior brother in the Fang Family and had only recently become a Skin Grinding Warrior.

Li Dahai's expression turned solemn. He cautiously looked around in all directions. Clearly, Liu Hu's death had greatly surprised him.

Liu Hu had been at the same Late Skin Grinding Stage as him. How could he have been killed by Chu Feng, who was seriously injured and a realm below him?

No matter how he thought about it, it seemed impossible.

Only when he saw the lime powder remaining in Liu Hu's eye sockets did he understand that Liu Hu had been tricked to death by Chu Feng.

Li Dahai immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Good. There was no ambush.

He promptly spat a mouthful of phlegm onto Liu Hu's body in contempt.

"You deliberately ditched the two of us to seize the credit, only to get tricked to death here. What a useless piece of trash!"

Ever since Liu Hu had become the Young Master Fang's attendant, he had grown arrogant and looked down on everyone, even sneering at Li Dahai several times.

Now that he was dead, it was just as well!

Believing that he had the situation under control, Li Dahai relaxed at once. He cast a sidelong glance at Chu Feng and said,

"You'd better surrender quietly. If the young master happens to show mercy, he might even spare your dog's life."

"Brother Li, why bother talking to him? The young master said that killing him earns fifty taels of silver. That's enough to stay at Spring Breeze Pavilion for half a year..."

This young family servant had recently been led by Li Dahai to a brothel, where he had tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time. He was now thoroughly addicted.

Chu Feng said nothing. He merely tightened his grip on the saber in his hand.

Seeing this, Li Dahai said coldly, "The young master said it doesn't matter whether he's alive or dead. Just beat him to death and report back!"

At his command, the young family servant charged toward Chu Feng impatiently.

He knew Chu Feng's strength well and had heard that Chu Feng was injured. So long as he was careful not to be tricked like Liu Hu, taking him down would be easy.

Li Dahai also sneered as he released the ropes in his hands.

With a whistle, the two wolfhounds viciously sprang toward Chu Feng.

The wolfhounds of Fang Manor had undergone professional training, and every one of them was fierce and combative.

The Fang Family would sometimes even use living people to train the hounds and stir up their ferocity.

One wolfhound leaped into the air, opened its sharp fangs, and lunged straight at Chu Feng's throat with terrifying familiarity!

The other bit toward the hand gripping Chu Feng's saber. The two wolfhounds coordinated flawlessly.

Chu Feng could clearly smell the waves of rank stench pouring from the vicious hounds' cavernous mouths.

Against an ordinary martial warrior, this could truly cause panic and confusion, ending with them being bitten to death alive.

"Die!"

The young family servant also seized the opportunity to draw his saber and hack at Chu Feng's face.

"Why insist on courting death? Isn't being alive better?"

Caught in a three-sided assault, Chu Feng remained calm under pressure. He twisted aside, avoiding the vital point of his throat while allowing the wolfhound to bite toward his shoulder.

He kicked away the other wolfhound as it lunged at him, fixed his eyes on the charging young family servant, and swung the long saber straight down...