Soul Transmigration into Martial Arts, Calamity from Nowhere

Hiss!

It hurt—hurt like hell.

Lin Feng woke from the pain in his sleep.

What was going on?

Had he fallen ill after pulling an all-nighter at work yesterday?

Didn't seem like it. It felt more as if he had been brutally beaten.

When Lin Feng opened his eyes and looked around, he was stunned.

Above him were several thick round-log beams, with palm-width planks laid across them to form a crude roof.

Beside him stood crumbling, mottled mud-brick walls.

A wooden door in the wall was locked with iron chains.

Several arm-thick wooden bars stood upright across two half-meter-square windows.

Cold moonlight streamed through the windows, dust motes drifting in the beams.

Why did this look like an ancient woodshed?

Don't tell me I transmigrated?

The instant the thought crossed Lin Feng's mind, a flood of memories surged into his head. He quickly understood his current situation.

He had really transmigrated.

He had become Lin Feng, a hunter from Xiaohe Village, Qinghe County, Longyuan County.

This world somewhat resembled an ancient martial arts world, except martial sects controlled the realm.

The times were chaotic, bandits ran rampant, and commoners at the bottom like the original owner struggled to survive.

The original owner was also named Lin Feng. He was a few years younger than him and just as handsome.

But the original owner's character was truly hard to describe in a single word.

Not only had he failed to inherit his father's hunting skills, he spent every day stuffing his face, loafing about, and idling away his time.

His parents had sold several mu of farmland and borrowed silver to arrange a marriage for him. He had married a beautiful, capable wife, who miraculously bore him quintuplets—four boys and one girl.

Yet the original owner blamed his wife and children for lowering his standard of living.

He beat and cursed his wife and children at the drop of a hat. The children hated him for it, refusing to call him Father and instead calling him a stinking drunk.

Lin Feng's head ached. In his previous life, he had worked overtime every day, earning only enough to support himself. He had already planned never to marry or have children.

He had once had a girlfriend, and he had once dreamed of dressing her in a wedding gown.

Unfortunately, with nothing but empty sleeves, he could not afford a mortgage or pay a bride price.

Who would have thought that after transmigrating, he would be assigned five five-year-old children?

Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. First, he needed to think about his immediate predicament.

This morning, the original owner's craving for alcohol had flared up. He wanted to pawn the ancestral hunting bow in the County Town for some silver, then buy some wine and meat to satisfy his craving.

His mother had refused no matter what, fighting him over the hunting bow.

That scumbag, the original owner, had shoved his mother to the ground, causing her to crack her head.

Without even sparing a glance at his injured mother lying on the ground, the original owner had rushed toward the County Town.

Just as he was about to enter the County Town, three bandits had suddenly rushed out from the roadside and beaten him senseless with clubs.

Then they had captured the original owner and imprisoned him in this woodshed.

The original owner had not survived the beating. He was dead.

Lin Feng had died suddenly from overwork and transmigrated here to take his place.

What the original owner had encountered today was rather strange. If they had merely been robbers, they should have taken his belongings and left.

There had been no need to beat him so badly, nor any need to lock him up.

Could this world have kidney harvesters too?

Lin Feng searched through his memories. The original owner had no relevant memories, so that was probably not it.

Who exactly wanted to harm him?

Rather than dwell on the cause for now, he should first find a way to escape.

Lin Feng rolled over and realized he could not stand at all.

He could only prop himself up with his hands and crawl toward the woodshed door.

The movement pulled at his wounds. He gritted his teeth against the pain, refusing to make a sound.

By the time he reached the woodshed door, his forehead was soaked in cold sweat.

After resting for a while, Lin Feng reached out, gripped two arm-thick round wooden bars on the door, and pulled hard in opposite directions.

The bars did not budge, while Lin Feng was left drenched in sweat.

This body was too weak, and his injuries were too severe. If he kept struggling like this, he would probably kick the bucket.

Heaven had finally given him a chance to transmigrate and live again. He had to cherish it.

But right now, it seemed he could not do anything.

Was he supposed to wait for these people to grow a conscience and release him?

Absolutely not!

He could not entertain any wishful thinking. He had to do something.

As Lin Feng pondered, a translucent attribute panel that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

Name: Lin Feng.

Life: 4.

Martial Skills:

Six Arrow Hunter's Bow (Low-tier Martial Arts) (Not Initiated).

Beast Hunting Fist (Low-tier Martial Arts) (Not Initiated).

Breakthrough Points: 1

With the system's appearance, Lin Feng also received information about it.

He would gain one Breakthrough Point each day, which could be used to break through martial skills or increase his vitality.

Each Breakthrough Point could increase Life by one point.

Breaking through a level of martial skill required anywhere from one to several Breakthrough Points. The exact number depended on the grade of the martial skill.

The martial skills in this world were divided into grades such as Low-tier Martial Arts, lower-grade, middle-grade, upper-grade, ultimate arts, and more.

His Six Arrow Hunter's Bow and Beast Hunting Fist were both Low-tier Martial Arts.

They were crude farmer's techniques passed down through generations of hunters in the Lin Family, summarized through the process of hunting.

His father had taught them to him before, but he had never practiced seriously.

With a system that could directly break through martial arts levels, he could gain in an extremely short time the strength others accumulated through years of bitter training. It would be hard not to make a name for himself in this world.

Lin Feng stared at the attribute panel and fell into another dilemma.

He had only one Breakthrough Point. Where should he spend it?

It seemed it ought to go toward Life.

If Life reached zero, a person died.

But even if he added one point to Life, it would only reach 5. Adult men generally had between 8 and 10 Life.

One extra point of Life would not be much use. It would probably only ease his injuries somewhat.

His life hung by a thread, and he had only one Breakthrough Point.

He had to use it cautiously.

After thinking it over, Lin Feng decided to add that one Breakthrough Point to the martial skill Beast Hunting Fist.

Only by increasing his strength would he gain the ability to resist, and breaking through a martial skill might also increase Life.

With a thought from Lin Feng, the Breakthrough Point vanished.

Lin Feng only felt a wave of dizziness as vast memories of training in Beast Hunting Fist poured into his mind.

He trained through the bitter cold of winter and scorching heat of summer, punching sandbags, driving his palms through iron sand, kicking wooden stakes, and often going into the mountains to observe the habits of wild beasts.

Day after day, from dawn until dusk, he trained without pause.

After three years of such grueling practice, he finally cultivated Beast Hunting Fist to the Initiated realm.

After Beast Hunting Fist reached Initiated, Lin Feng's body also changed.

Eight abdominal muscles appeared over his formerly flat stomach.

Muscles bulged across his chest, back, arms, and thighs.

The dizziness lasted only about three breaths, followed by an overwhelming hunger.

This hunger seeped into his bones, far surpassing the hunger of low blood sugar.

It made Lin Feng feel as though, if he did not eat something, the hunger itself would swallow him whole.

Using the moonlight, Lin Feng carefully surveyed the woodshed and found plenty of wild grass growing along the base of the wall.

Lin Feng crawled to the wall, tore up the grass, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After finishing the grass, he went to the pile of firewood and searched for edible stalks.

After eating for a while, the hunger receded considerably and became bearable.

Only then did Lin Feng have time to check the attribute panel.

With a thought, the attribute panel appeared again.

Name: Lin Feng.

Life: 6.

Martial Skills:

Six Arrow Hunter's Bow (Low-tier Martial Arts) (Not Initiated).

Beast Hunting Fist (Low-tier Martial Arts) (Initiated).

Breakthrough Points: 0

Sure enough, Beast Hunting Fist reaching Initiated had raised his Life by two points. That was only because he had not been able to eat his fill and his body was too depleted.

Otherwise, his Life should have risen to 8. Without all these injuries, it might even have reached 10.

Luckily, he had added the Breakthrough Point to a martial skill. Otherwise, he would have suffered a loss.

With his Life increased, his body became sturdier, and his injuries eased considerably.

Lin Feng struggled to his feet and moved his body a little.

The injured spots still hurt somewhat, but they no longer affected his movements.

Through the window, Lin Feng looked toward the neighboring room, where lamplight shone.

He could vaguely see three figures seated inside, seemingly discussing something.

After Beast Hunting Fist reached Initiated and his Life increased, Lin Feng's senses became sharper.

He moved closer to the window and listened carefully.

Voices drifted faintly over.

"Big Brother, why did we bring this kid back? Why didn't we just beat him to death as the employer instructed?"

Hearing that, Lin Feng's heart suddenly tightened.