Cures All Injuries?

"Jiangcheng Martial Arts School."

"Free martial arts techniques, meals provided, and housing included."

"Three years of simulations, five years of college entrance exams."

"Most importantly, free senior sisters and senior brothers provided, one-on-one guidance, guaranteed teaching and mastery."

"After graduation, job placement guaranteed, the benefits are damn good."

"At our Kexiang School, we have both technology and martial arts."

"You can study mechanical manufacturing and basic mecha knowledge."

"Professional instructors teach, two years of simulations, one year of college entrance exams."

"Where is the best place for mecha technology? Look to Kexiang in Jiangcheng's East District."

Staring at the advertisements on the computer, Jiang Changkong was dumbfounded.

God knows what kind of world he had transmigrated into!

A martial arts school that gives away senior sisters and brothers for free? One-on-one guidance?

Job placement guaranteed after graduation?

Three years of simulations, five years of college entrance exams?

Does this world have those too?

Kexiang, are you sure you're teaching mecha and not how to operate an excavator?

Jiang Changkong looked into the mirror at a face that wasn't particularly handsome, yet bore a slight resemblance to his own.

The memories in his mind were somewhat fragmented; he only knew that he had transmigrated.

He shared the same name.

His parents had died in battle outside the city, and he had been living off the pension issued by the Federation.

According to his memories, the world outside the city was infested with Star Demons that had crossed over from other realms.

Everyone could practice martial arts, and those with good aptitude could enter a martial arts school.

Martial arts schools were tuition-free, provided one passed the one-year simulation assessment to continue the remaining two years of simulations.

Of course, it wasn't truly free.

There was still the five-year college entrance exam.

These five years were spent killing Star Demons for the school, and whatever was killed belonged to the school.

Kexiang School was similar, though it couldn't quite compare to the martial arts schools.

Two years of simulations and one year of college entrance exams, with a focus on technology.

This body yearned to enter a martial arts school to learn martial arts and kill Star Demons to avenge his parents.

It was just a pity that his parents had died too early, leaving before they could teach him any martial arts.

Furthermore, his parents hadn't been powerful martial artists; they had only managed to cultivate Star Power and had to save up money to buy technological weapons before they could hunt Star Demons.

His predecessor had been forced to find martial arts on his own, and there were many basic techniques available online.

Iron Cloth Shirt, Taiji Fist, Xingyi Fist—if one practiced these to perfection and took it a step further, they could cultivate Star Power.

And once Star Power was cultivated, one could enter a martial arts school.

If one failed to cultivate it, they could only go to Kexiang to learn how to operate an excavator... no, to learn mecha.

His predecessor had chosen Iron Cloth Shirt, which required training one's ability to withstand blows.

He had trained day and night without rest, but instead of mastering Iron Cloth Shirt, he had died of sudden cardiac arrest.

"What a shitty world."

He rubbed his temples.

He pulled up the information on Iron Cloth Shirt from the computer; besides the ability to withstand blows, the breathing rhythm was crucial.

His predecessor had only known how to take a beating, and his breathing rhythm had been a mess—it was no wonder he had died suddenly.

He felt his body; it looked sturdy enough, but that was all it was—sturdy.

A martial arts school?

Jiang Changkong didn't have much confidence; he wasn't much stronger than his predecessor.

"Cough, cough..."

He clutched his chest and coughed violently, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

His throat tasted sweet, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Hidden injuries!

This damned predecessor, just how ruthless was he to himself?

This body was likely riddled with hidden wounds.

It was only because he practiced the Iron Cloth Shirt that they weren't visible on the surface, but internally, it was full of latent dangers.

Essence, Qi, and Spirit: +1

A sliver of information suddenly flashed through his mind.

Jiang Changkong was stunned for a moment, his vision blurring.

Jiang Changkong: Ordinary person.

Basic Martial Arts: Iron Cloth Shirt: Entry 10/10

Essence, Qi, and Spirit: 1

(Essence, Qi, and Spirit, the foundation of all things, can be infinitely improved, allowing martial arts to harmonize and integrate.

The stronger the living being, the more vigorous their Essence, Qi, and Spirit.

For inanimate objects, over time, the 'Spirit' will dissipate.

Non-inanimate objects cannot be extracted; if the biological level is too weak, the Essence, Qi, and Spirit are effectively non-existent and cannot be extracted.

If the biological level is too strong, the Essence, Qi, and Spirit have an owner and cannot be directly extracted.)

Essence, Qi, and Spirit, infinitely improved?

Jiang Changkong stared blankly at the blood he had spat out, then looked at the data before him.

How about, giving it a try?

With a thought, the Essence, Qi, and Spirit vanished, and a warm current surged within his body.

It spread to his limbs and bones.

A faint luster appeared on his skin, his muscles grew slightly, and he gained a bit more strength.

His body felt much better; it seemed that the improvement of the Iron Cloth Shirt could restore this riddled body.

Jiang Changkong: Ordinary person

Basic Martial Arts: Iron Cloth Shirt: Minor Success 1/40

Essence, Qi, and Spirit: 0

Although his body still felt somewhat weak, it was much better than before.

The Iron Cloth Shirt had also entered the Minor Success stage, a height his predecessor had never reached even after working himself to death.

Living things?

Inanimate objects?

A butcher?

In an instant, Jiang Changkong thought of many places where he could obtain Essence, Qi, and Spirit.

As for the line about the stronger the strength, the more vigorous the Essence, Qi, and Spirit, he chose to ignore it.

Not to mention the part about powerful biological levels having owners.

He was currently just an ordinary person, his Iron Cloth Shirt had only just reached Minor Success, and he still had internal injuries; he reckoned he couldn't even beat a random adult man on the street.

What he needed to do now was to get Essence, Qi, and Spirit, improve his Iron Cloth Shirt, and first restore his own body.

The Iron Cloth Shirt was divided into: Entry, Minor Success, Major Success, and Perfection.

By the time he reached Perfection, his body should be mostly recovered.

Surpassing Perfection would allow him to cultivate Star Power and enter the Martial Arts School.

If he wanted Essence, Qi, and Spirit, this world's technology was more advanced than his previous life; apart from residential houses, there was surveillance almost everywhere.

He couldn't commit illegal or criminal acts, nor would he.

So, he could only use legitimate means: buy them with money.

Opening his phone, Jiang Changkong checked his account balance: over three thousand Star Yuan.

In half a month, he would receive another two thousand in pension; he couldn't afford grand feasts, but if he was frugal, eating meat every day wouldn't be a problem.

The pension would only be issued until he was eighteen, and he was seventeen this year.

Whether for his predecessor or himself, he had to strive to improve.

Clutching his phone, Jiang Changkong hurried toward the vegetable market.

His predecessor lived in an ordinary house, considered civilian housing, which was spacious enough—two bedrooms, a living room, and a small courtyard.

Familiar with the path, he arrived at the vegetable market, where there were many familiar faces.

"Little Changkong, what do you need?"

Several familiar uncles and aunts greeted him with smiles.

"I'm here to buy some live poultry."

Jiang Changkong replied briefly, his gaze shifting toward the meat section.

"Little Changkong, you've finally decided to eat some meat." The uncles and aunties looked at him with pitying eyes.

Jiang Changkong didn't know what to say, so he quickly made his way to the meat stalls.

His predecessor hadn't eaten meat, so how could he have trained the Iron Cloth Shirt? He had only known how to save money.

There was beef, mutton, pork, and all sorts of poultry.

Some of this meat was frozen, while some was fresh.

Essence, Qi, and Spirit +0.5, +0.1...

Jiang Changkong froze for a moment. There was such a good thing?

Right, these cows, sheep, pigs, and dogs—some of them were fresh.

The Essence, Qi, and Spirit hadn't dissipated completely yet!

Essence, Qi, and Spirit 1. Extract?

A voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

He looked at that large slab of beef; it actually contained 1 point.

Jiang Changkong hurriedly extracted it.

"Boss, this meat of yours has gone bad."

A customer pointed at the beef and spoke up.

"How is that possible? I just slaughtered it this morning."

The butcher didn't believe him, but after taking a sniff, his expression changed. "My apologies, I'll throw it away immediately. Why don't you look at something else?"

Does extracting it make it go bad?

A sense of guilt rose in Jiang Changkong's heart, and he quickly slipped away.

He should just absorb the Essence, Qi, and Spirit dissipating into the air; extracting it directly caused the meat to rot.

If the Essence, Qi, and Spirit had dissipated entirely, it meant the animal had been dead for a long time.

Like the frozen meat—the Spirit had dissipated, but the Essence remained.

It had to be fresh enough!

After buying a chicken and a fish weighing over a pound, Jiang Changkong headed home.

He couldn't directly extract the Essence, Qi, and Spirit from living creatures.

If they were injured, their Essence, Qi, and Spirit would leak out, and he could extract it before it vanished completely.

With this understanding, he carried the chicken and fish back.

"Guaranteed to treat all kinds of wounds, treated by students of the Martial Arts School."

"No money needed, free treatment for injuries, cured within one minute."

Not long after walking out of the vegetable market, a shout reached his ears.

Jiang Changkong looked toward the person shouting—a young man standing in front of a small storefront.

Yingji Clinic.

Free treatment for all injuries, one-minute recovery, completely painless.

There was such a good thing?

The clinic didn't have many customers, and the young man was trying hard to solicit business, but no one was paying him any mind.

Should he give it a try?

An idea formed in Jiang Changkong's mind. If it worked, he could obtain Essence, Qi, and Spirit—Essence, Qi, and Spirit that didn't cost money and weren't illegal.

He strode over and arrived beside the young man. "You guarantee to treat all wounds?"

"That's right. As long as it's not a critical injury or a wound to a vital organ, I can fix it in a minute," the young man nodded.

"Free?"

"Free."

"Can I give it a try?" Jiang Changkong asked.

"Are you injured?" The young man looked at him suspiciously; he looked perfectly healthy.

"It is." Jiang Changkong lifted the chicken.

"I treat humans, not animals," an ethereal voice rang out as a woman in white walked out.

"If it's a human injury, a minor one, what if you can't cure it?"

"There is surveillance here. If I can't cure it, you can sue me," the woman in white said softly.

"Kid, are you here to cause trouble?" The young man's expression turned unfriendly. "Keep your eyes peeled; we are students from the Martial Arts School."

Jiang Changkong glanced inside, spotted a pair of scissors, and quickly walked over to pick them up.

Puchi.

Blood flowed down his thigh.

Jiang Changkong: "I'm injured now."

The two of them: "..."