"Little Tornado" Junior Sister

If it is said that danger is always accompanied by opportunity—a bowl of chicken soup fed to practitioners under the framework of success studies—then Mu Yang had reason to believe he would sooner or later be choked to death by it, because "danger" manifested itself in his life to the fullest.

Mu Yang was an electrician, the kind who worked on high-voltage live lines. He couldn't say he liked his profession; the pay was decent, making him a "high-income earner" in the eyes of others, but only he knew the hardships of the job.

In the last few days, heavy snow had fallen across the country, and many power grids located in mountainous areas had become disaster zones. Early this morning, the team Mu Yang belonged to received instructions to immediately carry out emergency repairs on the power grids damaged by the snow in the mountains. This work could not be declined; once an order was issued, it had to be fulfilled. Thus, Mu Yang rushed to the scene early in the morning and threw himself into the intense repair work.

He climbed the iron tower with his coworkers, stepping on the insulator strings to perform the final stage of the clearance. On the freezing high-voltage tower, the biting cold wind swept in with goose-feather snowflakes, cutting against his face like a knife. Every movement required a massive expenditure of physical strength.

Mu Yang waved his sore, swollen arms and took off his frost-covered mask to catch his breath. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind struck. Mu Yang's foot slipped, and under the force of gravity, he plummeted downward.

The sharp angle iron severed the safety rope and harness tied to his body. Even with double insurance, he could not withstand the call of the Grim Reaper. The whole world began to spin, and in the instant his consciousness faded, a white light flashed through his mind, followed by countless images from his childhood to the present.

Gloomy, desolate, and monotonous—this was a place that inspired despair. A cold, bone-chilling pain pierced his nerves, making one unwilling to stay here for even a moment.

Suddenly, a web-like light tore through the sky, and Mu Yang woke up from his sleep with a start.

"Where is this place!"

Mu Yang sat up abruptly, clutching his forehead. He found himself lying on a spacious wooden bed, covered by a thin quilt of poor quality; it was as rough as burlap and very uncomfortable against his skin.

This was a small, one-story house. In the room of a dozen square meters, there were simple living utensils like a table, chairs, and a cabinet; other than that, there was no furniture. The white walls were unadorned, and the exposed wooden pillars and beams looked very primitive. Naturally, there were no electrical appliances to be found!

That was secondary; something resembling a desk calendar caught his attention, but the year and month on it left him stunned.

A calendar system he had never seen before!

Wait, he had clearly fallen from an iron tower. Even if he wasn't in a hospital, why would he be here? Based on his years of reading novels, the possibility of transmigration was extremely high in this situation. And looking at the surrounding environment, it was nine times out of ten that he had transmigrated to a world where technology was not very advanced.

He gently patted his chest with his hand. Huh? This hand was so small, with small arms and legs. There was no mistake; his body had shrunk, looking only like a twelve or thirteen-year-old. If he had any doubts before, he was now one hundred percent certain that he had indeed transmigrated!

Recalling the countless transmigration stories he had read, scenes flashed through his mind like a movie. The expected feeling of being a majestic protagonist who could dominate everything did not appear; besides confusion, his heart was left in a state of bewilderment.

The house was bare, and this development seemed different from what he had imagined!

Just as Mu Yang was immersed in his memories, a "creak" sounded as the wooden door was pushed open. A black shadow darted in from outside like a little squirrel, reaching Mu Yang's side in the blink of an eye. Mu Yang only felt a blur before him; before he could react, his hand was held by another small, cool, and delicate hand.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, you're finally awake. Father and I were worried to death." The melodious voice was filled with joy.

Soon, an exquisite little face leaned in front of Mu Yang.

It was a very cute girl with dark green hair that was slightly curly, just long enough to cover her earlobes. She looked dainty and lovely, with a ribbon tied at the ends of her hair. Her fair face was delicate and small, and her eyebrows were curved like willow leaves. Her two eyes flickered, full of spirit, and those pupils were actually emerald green. She didn't look old, only about eleven or twelve years old.

"Bao Bao..."

Looking at the girl who resembled "Little Tornado," Mu Yang's habitual nickname slipped out. As soon as he said it, he froze. Who was this girl, and why did he call her "Bao Bao"?

Mu Yang frowned. Subconsciously, he seemed to know the girl before him. Could it be the memory of this body itself?

When Meixia heard the nickname, her little mouth pouted in dissatisfaction: "Senior Brother, I told you not to call me by my childhood name. Why are you doing it again?"

"Uh... sorry!"

Mu Yang apologized, but a wave of confusion surfaced in his heart. He needed to take some time to sort out his thoughts.

"Senior Brother, is your body alright?"

Seeing that Mu Yang hadn't spoken for a long time, Meixia called out again with concern, leaning over the bedside with her little face close to his.

"I'm fine, just a little dizzy..."

Mu Yang waved his hand, not knowing what to say. Fortunately, the little girl didn't seem to think much of it and was easily brushed off by the excuse he had fabricated.

Later, through side-handed questioning, Mu Yang finally figured out his current identity.

It turned out his name was also Mu Yang, thirteen years old, and he was the eldest disciple of a martial arts school called "Tianxin Style." The little girl before him was his junior sister, Meixia, two years his junior, having just turned eleven.

Speaking of this "Tianxin Style," it was considered a mid-tier school in the martial arts world. It was said that it had been glorious several generations ago, but with the changing of times and the new replacing the old, it had now declined. Including himself, there were only a dozen or so true disciples.

It was clear that Meixia was still very proud of Tianxin Style, and her words were full of boasting. In her description, Tianxin Style was a "large school" with over a dozen disciples, and the current master was her father. But from the description of having only a dozen disciples, Mu Yang knew it was just a fallen school.

He didn't get much useful information from Meixia because she was still young and didn't know much. Therefore, Mu Yang had no way of knowing the current world's structure, how many experts there were, the approximate population, or how many countries it was divided into.

"Father said long ago not to overdo it when practicing, but you just wouldn't listen."

Meixia put on a stern face like a little adult, but as her eyes rolled, her thoughts shifted. "Right, I have to go tell Father. You've fallen behind on a lot of lessons these past few days, and you're going to have a hard time later."

The little girl came and went quickly. Just as Mu Yang wanted to ask her more things, she darted out the door like a nimble little cat. Because she was so fast, the wooden door at the entrance was still creaking and swaying.

Mu Yang stared blankly at Meixia's rapidly receding back and took a deep breath:

"What speed!"

This speed... even the track athletes of his previous life couldn't compare to it, right?

Could it be that he was wrong, and this Tianxin Style with only a dozen disciples was actually a hidden, powerful sect?

"...This world seems to be a world where martial arts exist. Looking at how nimble Meixia was just now, I'm afraid the people in this world are not weak at all..." Mu Yang sorted through the limited information he had gathered from Meixia, a flash of worry in his eyes, but he soon returned to calm.

Getting off the bed, Mu Yang walked out of the room and found that outside was a courtyard that was not small at all.

The courtyard was about fifty square meters. On one side of the open space, a row of wood was neatly stacked, and there was an open-air single-burner stove covered by a mat. In the center, a set of stone stools of varying sizes were arranged in order; they were quite large and looked like they were used for physical training. The ground was very solid, yet scattered with a dozen or so large pits about thirty centimeters wide, which were clearly made by the stone stools being dropped.

His predecessor was indeed a person who worked hard at training...

Mu Yang pondered as he walked toward the stone stools, then picked one of medium size, preparing to test his own strength. Since he had come to this world, he had to ensure he had the ability to protect himself before he was familiar with it.

He pressed his hand against the protruding handle of the stone block and applied a little force, only for a flicker of surprise to cross his face.

It wasn't that he found it heavy... rather, he was unexpectedly surprised by how light it felt.

Mu Yang's eyes lit up, and he exerted more force.

He had actually lifted the entire stone block with just one hand.

Judging by the size of the stone block, it weighed at least forty or fifty jin, yet he had hoisted it up with a single hand. Could it be that the children in this world all possessed such exceptional physical fitness? Mu Yang speculated to himself, his heart surging with waves of shock.

Try again!

He pressed his palm against the stone block and increased his strength until the veins on the back of his hand bulged. With a powerful upward flick, he watched as the forty-to-fifty-jin boulder was easily tossed into the air, soaring over a dozen meters high before gravity finally pulled it back down.

With a loud thud, the massive stone landed squarely in a large pit not far away, instantly kicking up a cloud of dust.

Mu Yang stared blankly at the scene, a sense of exhilaration churning deep within him.

Judging by the impact caused by the stone's descent, its weight was genuine; it wasn't one of those objects that looked heavy but turned out to be light!

My body actually possesses such immense strength!

Mu Yang was astonished. He knew he hadn't used his full strength and still had some left in reserve, yet even so, he had effortlessly tossed a forty-to-fifty-jin boulder. This was something he wouldn't have dared to imagine before.

As expected, his body was far from ordinary. Could this be the result of practicing martial arts in this world?

Or perhaps, the people of this world simply had exceptionally high physical standards?

Tianxin Style—this might just be an incredibly powerful martial arts school.

No, thinking about these things now was redundant. He needed to acquire more information before he could make a proper judgment.