[In the thirty-fifth year, you once again traveled from the Southern Frontier through the southwestern mountains, continuing your journey of exploration.
As for your two junior brothers, Zhang Jun Bao and Dong Tian Bao, you had not heard from them for a very, very long time.]
[In the thirty-eighth year, after traveling throughout nearly all the areas surrounding the Central Plains, you returned to Shaolin Temple.]
[By this point, you were no longer the same person you had been. Although your strength was still at the peak of Hua Jin, you were only half a step away from reaching the realm above Hua Jin.
Unfortunately, that half-step had blocked you for several years.
Even though you had defeated countless experts and witnessed innumerable magnificent mountains and rivers during those years...]
[The reason you had returned to Shaolin today was that traveling the world was no longer of any use to you.
All you lacked now was that ethereal flash of insight.]
[After returning to Shaolin, you quickly learned the current circumstances of your two junior brothers from your master, Master Jue Yuan.
Six years earlier, Dong Tian Bao, who had been causing evil throughout the region, had been killed by Zhang Jun Bao just as in the original story, and Zhang Jun Bao had personally brought his ashes back to Shaolin.
Afterward, Zhang Jun Bao had been too ashamed to remain in Shaolin. He had therefore changed his name to Zhang San Feng, taken several disciples, moved into Wudang Mountain, and established the Wudang Sect.]
[Being familiar with the plot, you naturally knew everything about what had happened to your two junior brothers. After all, you had not changed anything, so the two of them would naturally meet the same ends.
And influenced by the "Martial Arts Enthusiast" talent, you did not care about what had happened to your two junior brothers. You merely uttered, "Amitabha."]
"This 'Martial Arts Enthusiast' talent really has a huge influence on me in the simulation. I can't believe I don't care about anything and only think about practicing martial arts and becoming stronger..."
Inside the death row prison, Zheng Qian looked at the contents displayed in front of him and felt that this damned talent was only suitable for use by his simulated self. If he were to choose it in reality, that would absolutely be impossible.
[After returning to Shaolin, you spent every day either chanting scriptures and praying to Buddha or practicing martial arts. Your life was dull and monotonous.
Yet you took great pleasure in it.]
[In the thirty-ninth year, your parents passed away one after another. You cremated them, brought their ashes back to Shaolin, and buried them in an auspicious spot in the rear mountain.]
[In the fortieth year, your master, Master Jue Yuan, also passed away at the end of his natural life. You likewise cremated him and buried him together with your junior brother, Dong Tian Bao.
Your junior brother Zhang San Feng also traveled thousands of miles to bid farewell to your master.
That year, you still failed to cross the half-step required to break through above Hua Jin.]
[In the forty-third year, after observing mourning for your master in the rear mountain of Shaolin for four years, you had no more attachments.
After remaining still for too long, you suddenly felt an impulse and decided to go to Wudang to visit your junior brother Zhang San Feng, while also taking the opportunity to witness his self-created Tai Chi Fist.]
[Half a month later, you arrived at Wudang Mountain without encountering any trouble along the way.
Zhang San Feng was delighted by your arrival, and he agreed without the slightest hesitation when you asked to see his Tai Chi Fist.]
[Three days later, after adjusting your states, you began your battle in a quiet bamboo forest in the rear mountain of Wudang Mountain.]
[Zhang San Feng truly was a martial arts prodigy rarely seen in a century. Though only thirty-seven years old, he had already reached the Hua Jin Realm, just like you.
His self-created Tai Chi Fist was even more extraordinarily refined. In particular, his ingenious method of borrowing and redirecting force left your terrifying strength with nowhere to be used.
Of course, your strength was not the only thing that was terrifying. Your body-tempering techniques were equally powerful, making it impossible for Zhang San Feng to break through your defenses.]
[Thus, the two of you fought from east to west through the bamboo forest, then battled from south to north. You had no idea how many bamboo stalks you broke between you, and you still could not determine a victor even when the sun set.
This was the first opponent you had encountered in all these years who could match you evenly, and it was also the most exhilarating battle you had ever fought.
As the battle continued, your fighting spirit grew increasingly high.
At this moment, your mind was intensely focused!
At this moment, your physical body became active to its utmost limit!
At this moment, you finally found that trace of opportunity to break through above Hua Jin...]
[During your battle with Zhang San Feng, you successfully broke through your limits and reached the initial stage of the Houtian Realm, above the Body Tempering Realm.]
[The Houtian Realm had already exceeded the current world's carrying limit, so you were expelled from the world of Tai Chi Zhang San Feng by the World Will.
But to Zhang San Feng, you had ascended.]
[With only the trifling strength of the initial Houtian stage, you were completely unable to survive in the chaotic void outside the world.]
[You died. The simulation ended.]
"What the hell? I just died like that?" Zheng Qian felt speechless for a moment as he looked at the ending of this simulation.
This was far too absurd. He had been directly thrown out of the world and left to fend for himself.
Unfortunately, the matter had already been decided, and it was not something he could change.
[Beep! Simulation ended. The host's evaluation for this simulation is: 55 points, upper grade.]
[Based on the host's score, you may choose three of the following options as rewards:
1. White Talent: Martial Arts Enthusiast.
2. Initial-stage Houtian Realm strength.
3. Battle experience.
4. Life experience.
5. Huo Family Fist (Perfection Level).
6. Flying Swallow Skill (Perfection Level).
7. Golden Bell Shield (Perfection Level).
8. Iron Shirt (Perfection Level).
9. Bora Palm (Perfection Level).
10. ...
98. Flying Star Fist (Perfection Level).]
"Tsk, tsk, there really are quite a lot of martial arts..." Zheng Qian had expected it as he looked at the nearly one hundred martial arts techniques at the Perfection Level among the options.
As for his score, he had barely changed the plot of the original world this time. Being given an upper-grade evaluation was already quite good.
He then made his choice without hesitation. "I choose 2, 3, and 8!"
The side effect of this talent was too great, so he did not dare choose it.
As for 2, it was a martial arts realm and the greatest gain from this simulation, so he naturally had to choose it.
As for 3, his simulated self had once again traveled across the world, and the scope of his travels could even rival that of the Huang Feihong World simulation. Moreover, the two experiences did not overlap, so they should help improve his strength.
As for the final option, 8, he wanted to see what effect would result from two Perfection Level Iron Shirt techniques overlapping.
This would provide an extremely valuable reference for his choices in the future.
As Zheng Qian made his choices, countless streams of heat suddenly surged into his body from nothing.
As these streams of heat appeared, he immediately sensed his blood, flesh, tendons, bones, and skin rapidly strengthening.
However, after only a few seconds, all those streams of heat vanished without a trace.
As the heat disappeared, Zheng Qian also sensed that a gentle mass of energy had somehow appeared in his lower abdomen. It was rotating on its own in a highly regular manner.
However, before he had time to carefully feel the changes within his body, countless images quickly surfaced in his mind.
They were all scenes of him fighting others during this simulation: mountain bandits, the Mount Hua Sect Leader, the chief escort of the Zhenyuan Escort Agency, the Qingcheng Sect Leader...
Image after image flashed through his mind like scenes from a revolving lantern, yet, in a strange way, they were deeply imprinted within it, impossible to forget.
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