Learning Content That Rewrites Your Worldview

Finally, the morning classes came to an end.

Slumped over his desk, Li Su began to seriously doubt his own life.

Because beyond language, there were also lessons on dressing, etiquette, sitting posture, and walking.

And following that, there were acupoints, meridians, and ancient linguistics.

Looking at the textbook in his hands, he realized for the first time in his life that if you were truly dropped into a martial arts novel, forget about learning some divine skill to become invincible; just surviving the first day would likely be difficult.

The martial arts of Huaxia are generally defined by four eras: Sui and Tang, Song, and Ming.

Except for the Song, which was slightly weaker, the other two were undeniably world-class superpowers.

Furthermore, they were both Celestial Empires.

All surrounding nations held them in high esteem and modeled their own laws and rituals after them.

If a modern person went there, their behavior and movements would undoubtedly be easily labeled as those of an uncultured barbarian.

And once that happened, you would be in real trouble.

Even a street beggar would look down on you.

That's right!

As a Celestial Empire, the Huaxia of that era was just that proud.

Once you were branded a barbarian, if someone beat you to death, paying a small fine would be the end of it. If you were a loner, they would simply carry you out and bury you on some hillside.

Do you know?

Even if you held the status of a commoner in a place like Chang'an, there were taboos regarding how you walked down the street; some roads were strictly off-limits, and on others, you were forbidden from walking in the center.

The scenes in television dramas where high-ranking officials are carried in sedan chairs down the middle of the road while commoners stand by are complete nonsense.

The rules of social hierarchy were no joke.

Not to mention anything else, let's just talk about hygiene.

In ancient times, there was no such thing as soap. What commoners could afford was soap pod, and not only was its cleaning power poor, but it was also incredibly expensive. Ordinary people couldn't bear to use it; they were too busy scratching a living from the soil every day. Bathing? They had no time for that.

Consequently, everyone carried some degree of body odor.

One person might be fine, but a crowd of them? The smell was unbearable.

Therefore, high-ranking officials walked on one path, and commoners stayed on another.

The scene where a Minister arrives and the street is filled with kneeling commoners simply wouldn't happen.

This was the age of cold weapons; if a large crowd gathered and someone harbored ill intentions, that precious, golden body of the Minister would be trapped there.

Even if that weren't the case, ordinary people would never approach an official.

People weren't that naive.

Unless it was a staged performance, commoners would stay as far away from officials as possible.

After all, in that era, if you accidentally offended someone, it wasn't as simple as losing your own head; your entire family could be wiped out. Who would dare to gamble on that?

This, damn it, was the reality of ancient life.

Then, there were the subjects of acupoints, meridians, and ancient linguistics.

Why these?

Heh, let me tell you: if you don't learn them, don't even bother practicing martial arts.

First of all, it goes without saying that martial arts manuals were written in classical Chinese. Practicing internal energy within them inevitably involved the body's meridians and acupoints.

What does classical Huaxia literature strive for? Compression and essence.

Hundreds of words were compressed into just a few.

Then there were the human meridians and acupoints, a dense, tangled mess.

What? You don't know them?

If you don't know them, then you're talking nonsense.

Uh, you say the manuals should have diagrams?

Heh, they do.

On an arm as wide as a finger, the line drawn is larger than a fingernail.

What was the painting style of ancient Huaxia? It was ink wash painting, not realistic portraiture.

They dared to draw it, but would you dare to follow it?

Looking at the diagram Devil Yi had hung on the blackboard, Li Su shuddered.

It depicted the Cloud Gate Point.

It is located in the depression below the clavicle, on the inner edge of the coracoid process of the scapula, six inches lateral to the anterior midline. Yet, on the drawing, it was positioned almost on the shoulder.

This was a literal case of "whoever practices it dies."

Just imagine: you finally get your hands on the Northern Dark Divine Skill, and you're about to start a brilliant life of being invincible under heaven.

He ended up turning his head, suffered a sudden breath misalignment, and kicked the bucket.

The sight was truly too beautiful, far too beautiful.

Transmigration novels were damn unreliable, absolutely unreliable.

To transmigrate without any preparation was a surefire way to die a miserable death.

You never knew; you might just be walking down the street and get your head chopped off.

Although his worldview felt like it had been refreshed, Li Su was somewhat nervous. Damn it, he was already in his third year of high school, which meant they were currently in review classes. The pace was incredibly fast, basically skimming over topics and only touching upon the main points.

And quite obviously, having just transmigrated, he had absolutely no memory of this material.

Damn it, you've got to be kidding me?

Just the thought of holding a copy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill and being unable to understand it—what kind of feeling would that be?

After class, Wang Meng suddenly said to Yang Kai, "How about it? Have you decided? Which series of cultivation arts do you want to learn?"

Yang Kai thought for a moment. "It depends on which world I go to, but I have a preference for Daoist sects."

Wang Meng frowned. "Daoist sects, huh? Indeed, they focus on cultivating both life and nature. If there's a chance to enter a timeline where immortals have appeared in the future, you might even be able to transition. But have you really thought this through? Nowadays, I haven't heard of any top-tier arts left in the Daoist camp. Quanzhen's Innate Skill, the widely rumored Nine Yin Manual, the Longevity Formula, and the Small Formless Skill—all these arts have already been learned by others. As for top-tier Daoist arts, I've received news that the Xu Family in G City is currently plotting to seize the Nine Yang Divine Skill from Zhang Wuji's hands; they're almost there. Meanwhile, the Xie Family in J City is seeking the Xiaoyao School's signature ultimate art, the Northern Dark Divine Skill. I hear their progress is good; it'll be within the next year or two."

Yang Kai spread his hands and said, "What else can I do? Even for Shaolin, which possesses the Seventy-Two Ultimate Arts, aside from the Muscle Tendon Change, the legendary Marrow Cleansing Classic, and the Indestructible Diamond Divine Art—those three mental cultivation methods that remain as the sect's unshared, top-tier ultimate secrets—most of their martial arts have already been learned by others."

Beside them, Li Su, who had been concentrating on taking notes and trying to memorize things by rote, couldn't help but lift his head.

Holy crap.

Although he had looked up a lot of things online, it was clear that there were no relevant records regarding exactly how many martial arts had been brought out from the World Fragments.

Aside from the more famous Star Shift and a few others, the rest were almost nowhere to be seen.

Originally, he had thought that many martial arts within the World Fragments hadn't been extracted yet. Now it seemed that even without knowing the plot, after hundreds of years of raiding, many ultimate arts had already been learned by others.

He hadn't expected the Innate Skill, the Nine Yin Manual, or even the Xiaoyao School's Small Formless Skill to have been snatched up. Damn, who were these god-like figures?

One had to know that Wang Chongyang, that bastard, wouldn't even pass the Innate Skill to his own disciples, and the Nine Yin Manual was basically always in the hands of the Five Greats.

However, why did something feel off?

Li Su couldn't help but look up and subconsciously ask, "If they've been learned, they've been learned. Can't you guys just go and learn them yourselves?"

Immediately, both of them turned around and looked at Li Su with strange expressions.

What? Li Su was completely confused.

Yang Kai sighed, patted the other man on the shoulder, and said nothing more.

Wang Meng said with a bitter smile, "Old Li, were you busy swatting mosquitoes with your ears during class? Once a top-tier ultimate art is learned and brought out of that world, even if others enter and obtain the manual, they won't be able to cultivate it, nor can they bring it out."

What???

Li Su couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face turning green.

If someone else learned it, he couldn't learn it himself???

Suddenly, he recalled something.

Whether it was the Murong Consortium or Dharma King Tianlun, their feats of learning Star Shift and the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art had been openly publicized. Yet, in reality, whenever Star Shift or the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art were mentioned, they were the only ones who came to mind.

This, in itself, was extremely abnormal!

In an instant, Li Su couldn't help but clench his fists, his breathing becoming rapid.

The Xu Family in G City was eyeing the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

The Xie Family in J City was eyeing the Northern Dark Divine Skill.

And quite obviously, these two sets of arts were undoubtedly the only ones in the Jin Da novels he had read that could be obtained without any effort and in the simplest way possible.

Damn!

This was a disaster!!!