Arrival

Yang Yi had never imagined that reading a novel could get him killed.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful Western woman with long golden hair gazing at him tenderly. Yet he could not move at all. Beside him was a wrinkled newborn baby.

It was over. He had definitely transmigrated.

Looking at the mother on the bed and the brother beside him, then at the handsome man with thick brows and large eyes standing by the bed—his father in this life—speaking in a language he could not understand to the midwife who had just left... This was definitely not Earth, the place where he had lived for over twenty years.

With that thought, he went to sleep helplessly. After all, an infant's brain was fragile and could not withstand so much thinking.

In the blink of an eye, six years passed, and Bolan had figured out what kind of world this was. The Yulan Continent sounded very familiar. Coupled with swords, magic, and the Four Ultimate Warriors—the Dragonblood Warrior, Tiger-striped Warrior, Violet Flame Warrior, and Undying Warrior—and the fact that he lived in Wushan Town of the Fenlai Kingdom in the Holy Union... Bolan Baruch was his name!

His younger brother was Linley Baruch, and his father was Hogg Baruch. The Baruch Clan, with its five-thousand-year history, was the Dragonblood Warrior clan among the Four Ultimate Warriors!

Unfortunately, the Baruch Clan had not produced a Dragonblood Warrior for many generations. Otherwise, the dignified patriarch of the Baruch Clan would not have fallen so low as to become the lord of a tiny place like Wushan Town!

The reason the Four Ultimate Warriors were called Ultimate Warriors was that, so long as they did not die prematurely, they were destined to become Saint-level experts.

Hillman, captain of the Baruch Clan's guards, had told them all this during training. Hillman was a Level 6 Warrior who had tempered his body to great heights. A Level 6 Warrior could easily join the army and become a mid-ranking officer.

As the morning sun rose, Wushan Town still carried a faint chill. Yet the town's residents had already begun their work. Even children of six or seven had more or less begun their customary morning training.

A large group of children, around one or two hundred of them, had been divided into three teams, each arranged into several rows. They stood quietly in the open space, their expressions solemn. The oldest were fifteen or sixteen, while the youngest were only six or seven. With their lips pressed tight, they stared at the three middle-aged men ahead.

The leader among them was Hillman, whom Bolan had mentioned earlier.

"You are all ordinary people. You cannot cultivate powerful battle qi manuals like those great nobles. If you want to rise above others, you can only train according to the oldest, simplest, and most basic method—temper your bodies and build your strength. Do you understand?"

Throughout the Yulan Continent, nearly every boy had to train diligently from a young age. Anyone who failed to train hard would be looked down upon in the future. The only things that represented a man's status were strength and money! A man without strength would be looked down upon even by women.

"Qi Gathering Stance. Bend your legs slightly, draw your hands to your waist, focus your attention, keep your heart calm, and breathe naturally."

This set of movements was the simplest and most effective way to train the body, an experience distilled by countless predecessors.

"Oh no, the big devil is here," whispered a wide-eyed child named Hadley.

Hillman walked into the middle of the group of six- and seven-year-old children and looked at them coldly. He sighed inwardly. These children are too young. Their physical fitness and mental maturity are both far from sufficient, so I cannot demand too much from them. Still, physical training must be cultivated from childhood. Only by training hard from a young age will they have a greater chance of surviving on the battlefield in the future!

At that moment, a silver-haired child among them quietly maintained the Qi Gathering Stance while watching Hillman use tricks to draw the children's attention. Seeing him casually lift a stone lock weighing three or four hundred jin and swing it around with ease, Bolan was astonished. A Level 6 Warrior is already this strong. Would warriors at level 8 and Level 9 be able to tear apart tanks with their bare hands? With that thought, Bolan practiced the Qi Gathering Stance even more seriously. After all, this was a world where the strong preyed on the weak.

For some reason, his body had been much sturdier than those of other children since he was young. Even his younger brother, who had been born alongside him, could be knocked over with one hand.

By now, this was even more apparent. When Bolan was five, his body had likely already reached the standard of a Level 1 Warrior. One had to know that even an ordinary hardworking person would need to reach their teens before becoming a Level 1 Warrior.

Bolan had wondered whether it was because of his Dragonblood Warrior bloodline, but a guess was only a guess. After all, if he could not become a Dragonblood Warrior, he could not become a true expert. He was not like his younger brother, who had practically been born with cheats: dual super-elemental affinities in wind and earth, and spiritual force eighteen times that of children his age. Linley was undeniably a favored child of heaven, not to mention that he would later transcend the universe itself. It was absurdly overpowered.

Thinking of this, Bolan glanced to the side. There stood a brown-haired boy whose face was identical to his apart from their hair color. With his lips pressed tight, the boy stared resolutely ahead, both fists clenched so hard that his knuckles had turned white.

Perhaps Bolan had been staring too intently. Linley suddenly turned his head, saw his older brother looking at him, and grinned. Afterward, he continued practicing the Qi Gathering Stance.