Chaotic World

Great Yue Dynasty, Shanhe Commandery, Linjiang City.

It was autumn, and all things were withering.

On the branches of a withered black old tree, a yellowing leaf was gently blown by the chilling autumn wind and slowly drifted down.

A young man with a decent appearance sat on the doorstep, staring blankly at the falling leaves as they drifted before his eyes, his expression somewhat lost.

Qin Yang never imagined he had transmigrated.

In his previous life, he had died of a terminal illness, alone in a cold, sterile hospital room.

He never expected that upon waking, he would transmigrate to another world.

A jumble of memories flashed through his mind.

These were the memories of the original body.

The owner of this body was also named Qin Yang, the young master of the Qin family in the city.

His mother had fallen ill and passed away shortly after the original Qin Yang was born. His father, Qin Dongsheng, was busy with family business and never had time to discipline him. Naturally, the original Qin Yang became an uneducated, lazy young master, spending his days visiting brothels and harassing respectable women.

"It's only because the original body had good luck. Otherwise, he would have been killed long ago in this era."

Qin Yang shook his head slightly.

From the original body's memories, he had gained a general understanding of this world.

The current times were not good. The order maintained by the government was collapsing, and public security was chaotic. Especially in remote small cities like Linjiang City, various forces like gangs, martial arts schools, and influential families clashed, leading to rampant bandits and widespread suffering.

His father, Qin Dongsheng, was said to be a Blood Moving Martial Artist and a notable figure in the city, which allowed him to support the Qin family.

Qin Yang was continuously getting used to his current body.

This body had clearly not undergone any training; it was soft and weak.

But compared to his previous life, Qin Yang was already exceptionally satisfied.

"Qin Yang, I heard there's a new girl at the brothel on Chunhua Street. She's quite attractive and sings well."

"Your father isn't home, let's go check her out quickly."

A young man with a horse-like face sneaked into the courtyard, chuckling.

Qin Yang quickly found this person's name in his memories.

Li Baling, the son of a wealthy merchant in the city. They had grown up together.

"I'm not feeling well, so I won't go."

"You go find Zhao He and the others."

Qin Yang casually made up an excuse.

His current mental state indeed didn't look good.

Li Baling showed a look of confusion. Among their group, Qin Yang was the one who loved visiting brothels the most.

As long as Qin Dongsheng wasn't home, nothing could stop him from going.

Why had he changed his ways today?

"Alright then, my brother will come see you again in a few days."

Li Baling felt that Qin Yang was acting strange today. He just assumed he was genuinely sick and told him to rest well before leaving the small courtyard.

After Li Baling left, Qin Yang finally stood up.

He had no interest in visiting brothels now; instead, he was very interested in practicing martial arts.

Because martial arts masters truly existed in this world.

For example, Qin Dongsheng, Qin Yang had personally witnessed him punch through a large bluestone with a single blow.

After dying once and living again, he not only wished for a healthy body but also for a stronger and sturdier one.

Moreover, living in troubled times, practicing martial arts would help him survive better.

"It's a pity that Father went to Nanxing City yesterday to discuss business and won't be back until next month."

"But it doesn't matter, there are still others at home."

Qin Yang walked out of the small courtyard, passed through a corridor, and saw a spacious martial arts practice area with various weapons, wooden dummies, and stone locks.

After the weather turned cold in autumn, a few guards were not afraid of the cold. They were showing off their strong muscles in the open space, lifting stone locks to temper their Blood Essence.

Qin Yang looked at his own small arms and legs again, his eyes filled with envy.

His gaze constantly scanned the courtyard, finally settling on a scar-faced old man.

Hoo hoo hoo~~~

This old man was also bare-chested. Even in his old age, he still had a body full of well-developed muscles, practicing a set of fists that looked quite formidable.

This was an old boxing master hired by the Qin family. With Qin Dongsheng away, he was in charge.

Hoo hoo~~~

Sharp fist winds whistled with each movement.

Qin Yang could barely even see the opponent's punches, only catching glimpses of afterimages.

"Uncle Qian, have you eaten?"

Qin Yang approached with a smile.

Hearing Qin Yang's voice, Uncle Qian paused slightly and quickly stopped his movements.

"Young Master, were you bullied again?"

Uncle Qian frowned.

Normally, when Qin Yang was this enthusiastic, it meant he'd been bullied outside and wanted Uncle Qian to step in.

"I've told you before, you don't need to find me every time you practice martial arts."

"In times of chaos, you can only rely on yourself. If you don't practice martial arts, you'll be bullied."

Uncle Qian was about to start his lecture for Qin Yang.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yang's next sentence left him stunned.

"Then Uncle Qian, teach me martial arts." Qin Yang said seriously.

"What? Me?" Uncle Qian doubted his ears.

He had watched Qin Yang grow up.

For years, from childhood to adulthood, whenever martial arts were mentioned, Qin Yang would slack off and refuse to practice, no matter what. Even Qin Dongsheng couldn't do anything about it.

Was the sun rising from the west today?!

"What, you're unwilling to teach?"

Qin Yang feigned impatience.

"If you're willing to learn, I'm naturally willing to teach."

"I hope you won't give up halfway."

Uncle Qian's expression turned serious.

"Just teach me, Uncle Qian."

Qin Yang nodded.

"If your father hears this, I wonder how happy he'll be."

"Come, practice punches with me!"

Afraid Qin Yang would go back on his word, Uncle Qian grabbed Qin Yang and led him to the center of the courtyard.

"You have no foundation in martial arts, so let's start with a simple fist technique."

"I'll teach you a set of Arhat Fist first."

Qin Yang asked curiously, "Uncle Qian, what rank is this Arhat Fist?"

Although he didn't practice martial arts, he knew about the hierarchy of martial arts from Qin Dongsheng's constant influence.

"A third-rate fist technique," Uncle Qian said softly.

"Third-rate, third-rate, that sounds so bad. Teach me at least a second-rate one," Qin Yang rolled his eyes.

"You want to learn a second-rate technique when you can't even learn a third-rate one?"

"Many people want to learn this third-rate fist technique but can't find a way."

"Don't be picky with me, hurry up and follow me to practice."

Uncle Qian's face darkened.

He held a special position in the Qin Family, and he didn't hesitate to scold the eldest young master, Qin Yang.

Qin Yang chuckled, "Then let's practice Arhat Fist! The name sounds pretty fierce."

"Arhat Fist has forty-eight moves. The stances are simple, powerful, and forceful."

"Not only can it be used for self-defense and defeating enemies, but it can also strengthen the flesh and blood, and fortify the tendons and bones!"

As Uncle Qian spoke, he began demonstrating the Arhat Fist for Qin Yang, explaining some of the key movements and essentials.

Qin Yang's comprehension was decent. After watching a few times, he managed to grasp the basic stances of the fist technique.

Unfortunately, his body was too weak. It was soft and powerless, with very poor flexibility. His body couldn't keep up with his mind, and his attempts at Arhat Fist were comically awkward, making the guards beside them stifle their laughter.

Qin Yang was not discouraged. Giving up easily was not his nature.

In his previous life, when he was terminally ill, he had sought medical treatment countless times without success and endured the torment of his illness, yet he never gave up.

This small setback was like a gentle breeze passing over the water's surface to him, causing not even a ripple.

Uncle Qian initially thought Qin Yang would give up soon.

But he soon noticed something different about Qin Yang.

It wasn't that the person was different, but the Essence, Qi, and Spirit were different.

There was no trace of dejection on Qin Yang despite repeated failures; only increased focus and seriousness.

Uncle Qian also patiently guided him from the side.

It wasn't until dusk, as the sun began to set, that Qin Yang managed to complete a round of Arhat Fist.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo~~~"

Qin Yang panted heavily.

After practicing for so long, his stamina had long been depleted, and he was completely relying on willpower to push through the rest.

Perhaps it was due to pushing himself to the limit, but Qin Yang felt the things before his eyes becoming increasingly blurry and unfocused.

He abruptly shook his head, and his vision returned to normal.

A transparent square frame suddenly popped out.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Novice (1/100)

What the heck?!

Before Qin Yang could even react, the world began to spin.