Eight Divisions Vajra Skill

"You little sluts from Bright Moon Tower, you don't know... they're like juicy peaches, so smooth!" the stout man in gray stomped a foot on the steps, slapping his thigh hard, grinning and chuckling dryly.

As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of laughter erupted all around.

Several men joined in the heckling, whistles and lewd jokes flying everywhere.

Sun Yu pulled his stiff, worn cotton jacket tighter, leaning his back against the tree trunk. The lewd jokes from over there were enough to make one sleepy; he didn't even lift an eyelid.

Today was the seventh day since he transmigrated to this world.

He hadn't been reborn as a young master of a prominent family, nor had he landed the fate of a martial arts prodigy.

The initial panic and unwillingness had long since been worn away by these past few days, leaving only resignation.

His current identity was a house servant of the Qian Family in Nanqiao Town.

To put it bluntly, he was a laborer who risked his life hunting in the mountains for his masters.

"Brother Yu, what do you think women taste like?"

His shoulder was nudged.

Sun Yu snapped back to attention, looking at his companion beside him, whose eyes were gleaming greedily. He pulled at the corners of his dry, cracked lips.

"The taste of emptying your pockets of those two copper coins. Save your strength, we still have to go into the mountains to risk our lives this afternoon." There was little interest in his eyes.

"Sigh..." Er Niu rubbed his frozen hands, letting out a long sigh.

"Oh, right. I heard Brother Wang say this morning that Steward Zhou is going to raise this month's quota again. Sigh, they're really trying to kill us."

Sun Yu didn't reply, his fingers hidden in his sleeves digging fiercely into his palms.

His foundation was too weak. Surviving the mountains every day and bringing back two prey was considered lucky. His harvest was always the worst.

If the quota was raised again...

He would have only one outcome: starving to death in the snowy wilderness of winter.

Seeing Sun Yu remain silent, Er Niu didn't rub salt in his wounds.

Just then, the noisy crowd around them instantly fell silent.

Steward Zhou walked by leisurely, a black leather whip in his hand, his eyelids half-closed.

Several men quickly stooped and hurried over. The stout man leading them rubbed his rough hands, grinning from ear to ear.

"Master Zhou, it's cold today, why did you come in person?"

Facing everyone's fawning, Steward Zhou merely tapped the side of his boot with the whip.

"Since you're all here, I have an announcement."

His gaze swept over the faces, which were all tinged blue with the cold. "It's getting cold, and the master's household doesn't have enough meat. This month's allowance will require each of you to contribute an additional two Snow Rabbits. Those who can't meet the quota, consider the consequences yourselves."

The men who had been crowding around moments before felt their legs go weak, almost collapsing to the ground. The smiles on their faces looked more like grimaces, yet they couldn't force out a single word of protest.

Steward Zhou ignored them and continued to stroll forward, hands tucked into his sleeves.

Sun Yu, leaning against the tree trunk, felt cold sweat instantly soak through his inner clothing.

Contribute two more Snow Rabbits? He hadn't even touched a rabbit hair in days. This was clearly a death sentence.

Just then, a burst of silver light exploded in Sun Yu's vision without any warning.

He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing his face hard, dismissing it as the floaters he was seeing from days of starvation.

But when he opened his eyes again, the silver light hadn't dissipated. Instead, it was fixed firmly on his retina.

The light stretched and pulled, forcibly piecing itself together into a semi-transparent panel.

Sun Yu's breath hitched.

His ten fingers, tucked into the sleeves of his worn cotton jacket, trembled uncontrollably.

Seven whole days!

In the center of the panel, a line of cold, emotionless text was slowly taking shape.

[Eight Divisions Vajra Skill (Beginner)+]

Sun Yu was stunned.

It was something taught by the university's wellness club in his previous life.

Back then, he had casually practiced it in his dorm for a few days, found it useless, and discarded it. He never expected this memory to follow him.

His gaze swept over the entry, fixated on the faintly glowing "+" sign behind it.

Anyone who had played games knew what this meant.

He held his breath, concentrated his consciousness, and touched it.

In just three breaths.

The black "+" sign suddenly turned into a flash of white light, exploding and merging into the panel.

The text distorted and reformed. The original "[Beginner]" had clearly jumped to "[Proficient]," and the plus sign behind it disappeared.

Before Sun Yu could react, a scorching hot current surged from his tailbone out of nowhere, blasting straight up his spine and into his limbs and bones!

Images and muscle memory of practicing the Vajra Skill hundreds and thousands of times flooded his mind.

The cold, stiff feeling in his hands and feet instantly gave way to wisps of heat.

Even his lungs, which had felt constricted and difficult to breathe with for the past two days, opened up considerably.

Sun Yu clenched his fists tightly, feeling a newfound strength in his palms.

"What the..."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and pure joy erupted in his eyes.

The results others took years to achieve, he had reached effortlessly just by adding a point.

With this thought, Sun Yu's breathing deepened.

On the way back, Er Niu saw that Sun Yu's face wasn't filled with anxiety, but rather a hint of happiness.

The snow crunched underfoot as they walked back to the servants' quarters.

Er Niu, walking beside him, hunched his shoulders and worriedly tugged at his hair. He glanced at Sun Yu and froze.

Normally, this sickly boy would have been gasping for air after walking these two miles.

But now, Sun Yu's breathing was even, and the perpetual dullness on his face was gone. His eyes even held an irrepressible spark.

"Brother Yu, you..." Er Niu nudged him with his elbow, lowering his voice.

"Are you possessed? Old Man Zhou wants to raise the rent by twenty percent, and we won't even have coarse rice porridge for the second half of the month. How can you still be smiling?"

Sun Yu snapped back to reality.

He quickly suppressed his pounding heart and pulled at his stiff lips. "Will crying make snow rabbits appear? I was thinking about how to go into the mountains this afternoon to set traps."

Hearing about going into the mountains, Er Niu's face grew even more bitter. He spat viciously onto the ground. "This damned world! The young masters of the Qian Family practice martial arts, fed with lavish meals, their cultivation techniques kept secret. We lowly wretches can only risk our lives on Black Crow Mountain!"

Sun Yu didn't reply, his hands slowly clenching within his sleeves.

The memories in his mind told him that martial prowess was paramount in this world.

Powerful families like the Qian Family in Nanqiao Town could lord over a radius of a hundred miles, treating hundreds of outsiders like livestock.

For ordinary people to even step onto the threshold of martial arts?

Without cultivation methods or nutritious food, it was a fool's dream.

Night deepened, and snores filled the large dormitory.

Sun Yu lay flat on his bed, his eyes wide open.

Since returning from the mountains this afternoon, he had tried countless times, but the "+" sign on the panel remained inactive.

He wasn't afraid of hardship, but he feared this system might be a one-time thing.

If he could only add a point once in his life, he would still be forced to death by taxes in half a month.

Sun Yu gritted his teeth, his fingers unconsciously picking at the rough bed board.

Until two muffled gong strikes from the night watchman echoed from outside the window.

Midnight had arrived.

At that very instant, the panel before Sun Yu's eyes rippled like water.

His pupils contracted sharply.

Behind the entry for [Eight Divisions Vajra Skill (Proficient)], a faintly glowing "+" sign reappeared!

In the darkness, Sun Yu licked his dry lips, his eyes blazing with an intense light.

"So it's... one point added per day!"