Name: Wei Yi Status: Second-year student at True Martial Academy Cultivation: None Cultivation art: None Martial skills: None Money: None Items: None
Looking at the utterly trash, blank-slate newbie stats that appeared in his mind, with nothing to his name, Wei Yi, one of the top players of "Martial God World," was not the least bit surprised.
Because he knew he had transmigrated.
He was no longer a player in the game "Martial God World," but a second-year student at True Martial Academy in the Great Chu Dynasty of the real Martial God World.
As a former player, Wei Yi knew full well how mysterious and vast the Martial God World was.
This was a vast fantasy world where martial artists reigned and the strong were supreme!
Powerful martial artists could cleave mountains, split peaks, and divide rivers with their swords, while supreme experts at the pinnacle could pluck stars from the sky and shatter the void. Ordinary people in such a world could only become lowly ants. Even dignitaries of exalted status, even princes, nobles, generals, and ministers whose influence dominated court and country, had no superiority whatsoever before truly powerful martial artists. They could only count as ordinary people.
For the strong, this was the best of worlds; for the weak, this was the most terrifying of worlds.
To Wei Yi's frustration, he was currently weak through and through.
The person he had transmigrated into actually held considerable status.
He was the only son of Wei Tianyang, head of the Wei Clan.
The Wei Clan was one of the ten great lineages of the Great Chu Dynasty, a top power that dominated an entire commandery. It had many experts and far-reaching influence, and its head, Wei Tianyang, was a renowned first-class expert.
As Wei Tianyang's only son, Wei Yi had naturally been pampered from childhood, living in such comfort that he only had to stretch out his arms to be dressed and open his mouth to be fed. Everything he received was the best, every luxury was top-class, and countless servants and attendants accompanied him whenever he went out. He could be called one of the best template choices for a transmigrator.
But all of that changed drastically when he entered True Martial Academy at fifteen.
Not long after he entered the academy, an examination revealed that he had severed meridians and could not cultivate!
In a world where martial artists reigned and the strong were supreme, even the most ordinary farmer knew a few rustic fighting moves. What did someone incapable of cultivation amount to?
Trash!
That was the best word for it.
No one had expected the dignified Wei Clan Young Master to be trash with severed meridians. Once the news was announced, countless people were stunned.
Wei Yi's status and standing plummeted as a result.
Those who had once clustered around him and curried his favor immediately vanished without a trace. His former close brothers and good friends revealed their snobbish faces one after another. Even Zhao Xueqian, the young lady of the Zhao Lineage who had grown up with him and entered True Martial Academy alongside him, cut ties with him without hesitation. In Zhao Xueqian's own words, she liked the Wei Clan Young Master with boundless prospects, not a piece of trash who could not cultivate.
Wei Yi was deserted by friends and family alike.
Had his father not personally interceded, he would probably have been expelled from the academy in his first year. True Martial Academy could not keep a piece of trash incapable of cultivation around to sully its reputation.
But the Wei Clan head's prestige clearly could not compare with the reputation True Martial Academy had built over a hundred years. Thus, even with Wei Tianyang personally interceding, True Martial Academy had only granted Wei Yi one additional year. If Wei Yi still failed to meet the academy's requirements after that year, he would still be driven out.
And now, less than half a month remained of that one-year extension.
"Your standing in the lineage plummeted a thousand fathoms, leaving you beneath even ordinary members, and you were scorned and called trash?"
"Even your childhood sweetheart abandoned you without hesitation?"
"Less than half a month left before you're forcibly kicked out of the academy?"
In the student dormitory, Wei Yi could not help shaking his head as he recalled everything the body's original owner had suffered.
What a miserable life!
What suffocating humiliation!
As the dignified Wei Clan Young Master, he had status, standing, and powerful backing. He should have been throwing his weight around and enjoying fine food and drink, yet he had ended up in such miserable circumstances. It really was wretched.
Even though Wei Yi had only come afterward, he still felt thoroughly displeased!
"But since I'm here, I'll resolve all these problems properly for you."
"I'll make sure you stay securely at True Martial Academy. Even if you leave when the time comes, it'll be because you want to, not because someone drives you out with your tail between your legs."
"I'll make you the pride of your entire lineage. Every member will look up to you as their idol, and your parents will be proud of you!"
"And those who bullied you, insulted you, and abandoned you when you were down-I'll settle the score with every last one of them on your behalf and show them just how foolish their actions were!"
Wei Yi's eyes gleamed.
As one of the top players of "Martial God World," he had absolute confidence that he could accomplish these goals.
"Ding, player Wei Yi has received a beginner gift pack. Open it?"
Just then, the game system's notification suddenly sounded.
Wei Yi's eyes could not help lighting up.
Every newcomer received a beginner gift pack upon entering the game. Although it did not contain many high-grade items, it was exactly what he needed most right now.
"Open it!"
Wei Yi answered without the slightest hesitation.
"Ding, player Wei Yi has opened the beginner gift pack." "Ding, player Wei Yi has received one copy of the low-grade mortal-tier cultivation art 'Basic Cultivation Mental Art,' one copy of the low-grade mortal-tier martial skill 'Azure Ape Fist Art,' 10,000 taels of silver, and one Martial Skill Experience Pill." "Ding, player Wei Yi has unlocked the Cultivation System. Initial cultivation: first-rank martial disciple."
After this series of system notifications.
Wei Yi's cultivation stats also underwent a tremendous change-
Name: Wei Yi Cultivation: First-rank martial disciple Cultivation art: Basic Cultivation Mental Art (cannot be upgraded) Martial skills: Azure Ape Fist Art (LV1/LV10)
After this change, a thought from Wei Yi immediately set the Basic Cultivation Mental Art circulating. A powerful force instantly surged into his body, and when he threw a punch, it even carried the sound of air being torn apart.
Severed meridians? Unable to cultivate? To the game system, all of that was bullshit.
Not only could Wei Yi cultivate now, he had directly become a first-rank martial disciple-a realm that ordinary people could only reach after at least several months, or even half a year, of hard work.
"So this is the strength of a martial artist."
"It feels so powerful!"
"Even if there were an ox in front of me right now, I could knock it over with one punch."
Wei Yi clenched both fists and could not help laughing.
Only at this moment did he truly feel that coming to this Martial God World was an unprecedented opportunity.
On Earth, no matter how successful he became or how much money he earned, he could never have had such a wondrous experience. And as his cultivation increased, he would grow stronger and stronger. Even truly transcending mortality and entering sagehood was not impossible.
When that time came, status, standing, fame, wealth, peerless beauties-whatever he wanted would be his.
Such a life was undoubtedly a truly splendid one.
Bang, bang, bang...
Just then, a sudden burst of urgent knocking rang out.
The person outside seemed to have no concept of manners or courtesy whatsoever, pounding the dormitory door until it rattled incessantly, as though another moment's wait would make them burst straight through it.
Wei Yi immediately frowned.
He opened the door.
A furious, dark-faced fat man with a fleshy head and large ears promptly appeared before him.
Before Wei Yi could speak, the fat man pointed at his nose with brows drawn and eyes blazing, unleashing a torrent of abuse.
"Wei Yi, do you have a death wish? What did I tell you yesterday? You actually let my words blow past your ears like the wind?"
"Cut the crap and hand over five hundred taels of silver!"