Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill

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Lu Shaoyou abruptly opened his eyes. The violent headache nearly made him curl into a ball.

Inside the ruined temple, he leaned against a shrine covered in cobwebs, both hands clamped tightly over his temples. Cold sweat streamed down his pale face.

Two utterly different sets of memories tangled and tore at each other like giant pythons, accompanied by that cold, emotionless mechanical prompt. His head felt as though it were about to explode as waves of ripping pain crashed over him.

Blue Star, corporate drone, death from overwork...

Great Gan Dynasty, Yun Yuan County, Lu Family Village, bandits, warriors...

"Did I... transmigrate, or was I reborn?"

Countless bizarre fragments of memory rapidly replayed and intertwined in Lu Shaoyou's mind.

He could no longer tell whether he was the idle youth from Lu Family Village or the lowly beast of burden scraping together a few scraps of silver in a forest of steel.

Only after half an hour did Lu Shaoyou finally sort through the chaotic memories in his mind.

He had been reborn.

While fleeing from the bandits' pursuit, he had unexpectedly awakened the memories of his previous life.

"Could Meng Po's soup have gone bad?" Lu Shaoyou thought with bitter amusement.

The affairs of his former life had scattered like smoke; they no longer mattered.

What mattered most was how to fight for a sliver of survival beneath the pursuit of these savage bandits.

At that thought, Lu Shaoyou's gaze dimmed.

Half a day ago, the rising sun had just broken over the horizon. It should have been an ordinary day.

Yet the bandits of Black Wind Village had howled down the mountain like a pack of wolves. Lu Family Village bore the brunt of it and was slaughtered clean.

By custom, as long as the villagers obediently handed over enough toll silver, the matter would pass.

After all, this happened every year. The villagers had long grown accustomed to this humiliating "tribute."

But the problem was that the bandit leader at the head of the group was not satisfied even after taking the silver. Lust flared within him, and he set his sights on several young women in the village, declaring that he would seize them and take them back to the stronghold as wives of the bandits' chief.

What kind of place was Black Wind Village? In the eyes of these simple commoners, it was a dragon's pool and tiger's den that devoured people without even spitting out their bones.

Anyone could tell with their toes what fate awaited women taken there.

The villagers with blood in their veins refused to let their women be humiliated, gathering their courage to resist with their lives on the line.

The outcome went without saying.

The enraged bandits unleashed their beastly natures and massacred the entire village. Women, children, and the elderly were spared none, and even the few men in the village who practiced martial arts died beneath the bandits' blades.

As for Lu Shaoyou, when his father saw that the situation was beyond saving, he rushed home, hoisted the still-sleeping Lu Shaoyou onto his back, and fled into the mountains.

His father, Lu Dahai, was one of the few martial artists in the village. His skills were not weak, but surrounded by the bandits, he ultimately died beneath their blades.

Only because Lu Dahai fought desperately did Lu Shaoyou gain a sliver of a chance to live.

Lu Shaoyou fled to this ruined temple, exhausted all his strength, and fainted from grief and fury.

It was then that unfamiliar memories appeared in his mind, along with that mechanical prompt.

Suddenly, the voice in his mind rang out again. A dim blue screen then appeared before Lu Shaoyou's eyes.

Congratulations, Host. The Slaughter System has loaded successfully!

The Slaughter System is wholeheartedly at your service, dedicated to cultivating the Host into the sole ruler of all heavens and myriad worlds, across infinite time and space—the strongest being since ancient times.

When the Host kills enemies, you will obtain Slaughter Value and may also receive item rewards...

Looking at the sci-fi-like screen before him and the words displayed upon it, Lu Shaoyou first froze, then an indescribable surge of excitement rose in his heart.

"This... this is the cheat ability standard to protagonists in novels from my previous life? It actually appeared on me!"

Though he had no idea where this thing had come from—whether it was a benevolent gift from some great power or concealed some unknown conspiracy and trap—

Lu Shaoyou clearly had no choice now.

Since he had no choice, he would silently accept it.

Right now, he had nothing but this worthless life and a heart brimming with blood-deep hatred.

"Kill enemies to grow stronger. Truly simple and brutal—a cheat ability that fits the law of the jungle." A curve lifted at Lu Shaoyou's lips. "But I like it!"

As the descendant of a martial artist, Lu Shaoyou had been influenced from a young age and naturally knew a little about fists and kicks.

Unfortunately, his talent was truly mediocre. In his father Lu Dahai's words, he was a piece of scrap unfit for martial arts. If he could muddle his way into becoming a Second-class Warrior in this lifetime, it would already mean smoke was rising from his ancestors' graves.

The path of Martial Dao, from lowest to highest, was divided into: Unranked Warrior, Third-class Warrior, Second-class Warrior, First-class Warrior, Super First-rate, and Xiantian...

The first five realms were collectively known as the Houtian Realm.

Houtian tempered the body; Xiantian cultivated true qi.

As for what lay beyond Xiantian, Lu Dahai had never mentioned it.

Ding. A beginner's gift pack has been detected. Would the Host like to claim it?

"Claim it!"

Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the supreme skill "Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill," "Shaolin Cudgel Technique," a Qi Mei Cudgel, and Slaughter Value: 1000.

If you can't find the book by searching its title, try searching for the author. It may simply have been renamed!

Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill?

Upon hearing this, a gleam of ecstatic surprise burst from Lu Shaoyou's eyes!

The name of this technique had been thunderous in his previous life. No one had failed to hear of it.

It was the supreme, sect-defending skill of Tantric Buddhism. The internal force it cultivated was incomparably fierce and domineering, combining offense and defense as one. Its cultivation threshold was extremely low, and almost anyone could practice it, but it demanded an extraordinary amount of time. Each level completed granted the immense strength of one dragon and one elephant.

Yet the further one progressed, the time required for each level doubled again and again. To cultivate the legendary thirteenth level would even require ten thousand long years—an absurd notion.

Ding. A cultivation technique and secret skill have been detected. Would the Host like to comprehend them?

Did that even need asking?

"Comprehend!"

Congratulations, Host. Comprehension successful. "Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill" has reached the first level. Shaolin Cudgel Technique has reached Beginner.

In an instant, countless methods of cultivating the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill and Shaolin Cudgel Technique, along with their essential principles and profound mysteries, surged into Lu Shaoyou's mind like enlightenment pouring straight into his head. It felt as if he had personally cultivated them for years.

Immediately afterward, a faint yet pure warm current formed from nothing deep within his dantian and swiftly spread through all four limbs and hundreds of bones.

That long-lost sense of fullness and power made him let out an involuntary, satisfied groan.

"Awesome!"

"This... this produced internal force already? Have I become a Third-class Warrior?"

Feeling the faint internal force endlessly circulating through the meridians within his body, Lu Shaoyou was beside himself with joy.

At that moment, he felt strength he could never exhaust filling every inch of his body. He was utterly unlike the weak youth from before, who lacked even the strength to bind a chicken.

The birth of internal force within one's body was the mark of entering the ranks of Third-class Warriors.

"System, display my status panel!"

Name: Lu Shaoyou.

Cultivation: Third-class Warrior.

Cultivation Technique: Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill (First Level).

Secret Skills: Shaolin Cudgel Technique (Beginner), Mountain Splitting Fist (Beginner).

Slaughter Value: 1000.

Inventory: Ten cubic meters.

Looking at the Slaughter Value on the panel, Lu Shaoyou was overjoyed. "Good thing the gift pack gave me Slaughter Value, or dealing with those bandits would have been truly difficult!"

His father had been a Second-class Warrior who had opened several of the regular meridians, yet he had still died at the bandits' hands. A Third-class Warrior was clearly far from enough.

And the method for rapidly increasing his strength was obviously to directly raise the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill.

"Come on, System. Let me see what you can do!"

"Consume 100 Slaughter Value to upgrade the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill."

In that instant, Lu Shaoyou felt the internal force in his dantian begin to circulate wildly like a ferocious beast awakening.

Two regular meridians he had never sensed before were easily opened by that power. The muscles throughout his body bulged, and his veins rose like horned dragons.

"Continue!"

"Consume 200 Slaughter Value to upgrade the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill!"

"Consume 300 Slaughter Value to upgrade the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill!"

"Boom..."

Another four regular meridians were opened in succession. Surging internal force rushed through Lu Shaoyou's body, while his bones crackled like thunder.

The strength of four dragons and four elephants descended upon him, causing his raw punching force to soar by a full four hundred jin!

This had already firmly reached the threshold of a Second-class Warrior.

In merely a few short breaths, Lu Shaoyou's strength had caught up to—and even faintly surpassed—the level his father Lu Dahai had reached in life.

"Still not enough!"

Lu Shaoyou's gaze paused briefly on the Shaolin Cudgel Technique in the secret skill column. In the end, he gritted his teeth and unhesitatingly poured all four hundred remaining points of Slaughter Value into the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill.

If those four hundred points of Slaughter Value were used to upgrade the Shaolin Cudgel Technique, it could at most be raised to the Proficient level.

For boosting his overall strength, it was clearly more practical and effective to directly improve his main cultivation technique.

The strength of five dragons and five elephants—five hundred jin of immense force.

Combined with internal force, if he unleashed it with all his might, Lu Shaoyou felt that he should be able to break through six hundred jin.

Even among Second-class Warriors, that counted as above average.

Just then.

A burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the temple, along with rough shouts.

"Brother Hu, there's a ruined temple here."

"The blood trail ends here. That little bastard must be inside," another voice said with bloodthirsty cruelty.

"The Young Master has ordered it: see the person alive, or see the corpse dead!"

A group of burly men wielding sabers and weapons charged into the temple.

The instant they saw Lu Shaoyou, cruel smiles immediately appeared on the bandits' faces.

(The Houtian Realm is equivalent to ordinary wuxia.)

Brain storage area!