Breathing Godly Tycoon System

Hiss!

My head hurts!

When Lin Mu struggled to open his heavy eyes, a sharp pain shot through his head, making him suck in a cold breath. A flood of memories poured into his mind like a slideshow.

After fully absorbing those memories, Lin Mu confirmed that he had transmigrated.

"Mu'er, are you all right?" a worried woman beside him called out. She was around thirty, fairly pretty, and gave off a gentle impression.

"Mother, I'm fine."

Based on the extra memories in his mind, Lin Mu knew that she was the mother of this body, Liu Yan.

"If you lack skill, don't go picking fights. You only brought this suffering upon yourself!"

Beside the woman stood a man in his thirties. His face was pale and his body thin, yet there was a trace of sharpness between his brows. He was this body's father, Lin Xiao.

"Big Brother was injured by Lin Shan because he was protecting me."

Hearing the middle-aged man say that, the thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy beside him immediately spoke up. This boy was Lin Mu's younger brother, Lin Dong, who was a little over a year younger than him.

Today had originally been the family test. Lin Mu and Lin Dong had gone to take part in it, but on their way back, they encountered the provocation of their clansman Lin Shan. Young and hot-blooded, Lin Dong could not resist making a move.

However, Lin Dong had only cultivated for half a year and had just entered the Body Tempering Second Layer, while Lin Shan was already at the Body Tempering Fourth Layer. Lin Dong was no match for him. In order to save his younger brother, Lin Mu fought Lin Shan, but his cultivation was the same as Lin Dong's, and Lin Shan knocked him unconscious with a single punch.

Thinking back on this, Lin Mu confirmed where he had transmigrated to. It was the world of Wu Dong Qian Kun, a novel he had once followed.

And his identity was the protagonist Lin Dong's older brother, a character who did not exist in the original work.

Lin Mu glanced at Lin Dong beside him. At this moment, Lin Dong still looked very immature, with a bruise on his face. There was no sign at all of the future Martial Ancestor.

"That damned Lin Shan! He dared to call Father useless and even injured Big Brother. The next time I see him, I'll beat him into a pig's head," Lin Dong said through gritted teeth.

"There's no need to win with words. Once your strength rises, other people's mouths will naturally shut," Lin Xiao said, a trace of desolation in his eyes.

"I'll work hard to cultivate," Lin Dong said with a resolute gaze.

"Liu Yan, stew that Red Ginseng for Mu'er. With it, Mu'er's injuries will heal faster. The Clan Competition is only half a year away. If he still doesn't hurry and cultivate, going there will only be humiliating," Lin Xiao said.

"Brother Xiao, that Red Ginseng is for treating your injuries." Liu Yan froze at his words, then hurriedly said.

"I'm already useless. That Red Ginseng won't do much for my injuries anyway." Lin Xiao shook his head with a self-mocking smile. Who could have imagined that the Lin Family's former number one genius would fall to such a state?

"Father isn't useless! Father used to be the Lin Family's strongest person aside from Grandfather," Lin Dong said, his face flushed red as he clenched his fists tightly.

"That was all in the past. Now I'm just useless." A flash of pain crossed Lin Xiao's face as he walked outside with weary steps.

"Liu Yan, brew the medicine for the children. My injuries have lasted for so many years; one stalk of Red Ginseng won't make a difference."

Looking at his desolate back, Liu Yan's eyes filled with tears as well. The once high-spirited genius had actually become like this.

"Mother, don't cry. I'll definitely cultivate diligently and heal Father's injuries someday," Lin Dong comforted her.

"Dong'er, Mu'er, don't blame your father for being strict with you. He has placed all his hopes on the two of you," Liu Yan said softly, wiping away her tears.

"I understand, Mother." Lin Mu nodded seriously.

"Mother, I heard that as long as one enters the top three in the Clan Competition, they can receive a third-grade spiritual medicine, the Blood Condensing Vermillion Fruit. It is highly effective for healing injuries and will definitely help Father's condition," Lin Dong said.

"The top three won't be easy. I'm going to brew medicine for Mu'er." Liu Yan did not hold much hope that Lin Dong could place in the top three of the Clan Competition.

After Liu Yan left, Lin Dong also went to cultivate, leaving Lin Mu alone in the room.

"Ding-dong! The Breathing Godly Tycoon System is activating..."

"Who?" Lin Mu looked around vigilantly.

"1%... 5%... 50%... 100%. Activation successful. Every breath the host takes will earn one Yang Yuan Pill!" The mechanical voice continued to ring beside Lin Mu's ear.

"A system?" Lin Mu said weakly, but there was no response. Just as he thought he was hallucinating, a light screen suddenly appeared before him.

Name: Lin Mu

Primal Energy Cultivation: Body Tempering Second Layer

Spiritual Power Cultivation: None

Martial Skills: None

Spiritual Secret Skills: None

Cultivation Method: None

Life Talisman Seal: None

Special Items: None

Yang Yuan Pills: 3

Lin Mu looked at the information on the light screen. Other than his Primal Energy cultivation being at the Body Tempering Second Layer, everything else was basically "None." However, the number of Yang Yuan Pills kept increasing with his breaths.

"Inhale... exhale..."

Lin Mu breathed quickly and discovered that the Yang Yuan Pills were increasing faster as well.

"One Yang Yuan Pill for every breath? Doesn't that mean I'm going to be rich!" Lin Mu said excitedly. Yang Yuan Pills were extremely precious in a small place like Qingyang Town.

"Inhale... exhale..."

Lin Mu breathed with all his might, and the Yang Yuan Pills increased rapidly. Yet in less than a minute, he was already gasping for breath.

"This is the first time I've felt that breathing is such a difficult thing."

After resting for a while, Lin Mu tested his normal breathing rate again and concluded that he could take around twenty-one breaths per minute. In other words, he could obtain twenty-one Yang Yuan Pills every minute.

Lin Mu quickly did the math in his head. Twenty-one pills a minute, sixty minutes an hour, twenty-four hours a day—this meant he could obtain thirty thousand two hundred and forty Yang Yuan Pills in a single day.

More than thirty thousand pills. In Qingyang Town, that was an enormous fortune. The entire Lin Family would probably find it extremely difficult to produce even one thousand Yang Yuan Pills.

"I'm rich, I'm rich!" Lin Mu was so excited he nearly jumped up.

Only after a long while did Lin Mu calm down. This matter absolutely could not be known by anyone else—not even Lin Dong or his parents.

"Mu'er, drink this medicine brewed from the Red Ginseng!" At that moment, Liu Yan entered carrying a bowl of medicine.

"Thank you, Mother!" Lin Mu drank it in one gulp, and a warm current flowed through his stomach.

Liu Yan and Lin Xiao treated him very well. Since he had inherited this body, he naturally had to take on this body's responsibilities and take good care of Liu Yan and Lin Xiao.