Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Young Master has woken up!”
Fang Yuan opened his eyes and immediately realized that he was lying on a bed. The silk quilt was smooth and fragrant.
Two pretty, young servants beside him were clad in jade jewelry. Upon seeing him wake up, they brought him a copper basin and a teapot, carefully assisting him as he washed up.
This place looks affluent, but different from what I had imagined!
Fang Yuan stared at his reflection on the copper mirror.
Hmm. The facial features were handsome, but a bit feminine. Moreover… there were eye bags and panda eyes. Unrestricted debauchery had depleted this body of its energy.
According to the memories of the body, this was an ignorant wastrel.
It’s weird that he became skinny rather than obese with such a lifestyle. Perhaps the body is too weak?
The trivial things aside, Fang Yuan carefully browsed through the memories of the body’s original owner and wondered, Initially… I thought that higher dimension worlds had to be similar to the Spiritual Realm and the Mental Demon Realm. It’s unexpected that there would be such a world—a pugilistic world!
Pugilistic World! This was the main theme of this world.
According to the wastrel’s memories, there was no government in this world, but many pugilistic sects prospered.
A martial artist could be powerful enough to split a mountain, travel a thousand kilometers a day, and fight against ten thousand opponents on their own.
A sect had authority over a few commanderies, collected taxes, trained the army, and delegated officers, just like a small country.
It was said that a true Martial Dao master could destroy a city by merely waving their hand, and their Essence Soul could leave their body and battle someone thousands of kilometers away.
Therefore, martial arts were incomparably popular in this world. Any young men and women would want to become an outstanding martial artist.
There were all sorts of martial arts competitions, rankings, and commentaries.
However… this seems a little too weak! While martial arts are powerful, they’re no match for the capability of existences like Demon Masters and Demon Gods…
Fang Yuan thought silently, Is it that I have some misunderstandings about what a higher dimension world should be like… Or is there a hidden side of this world that I have yet to discover?
He did not think too much and started to organize the memories of the body’s original owner.
Hmm, he was lucky this time. The original owner, named Nangong Wuwang, was the son of the Divine Armament Mountain Villa’s villa lord. He had a father and three elder sisters.
The Divine Armament Mountain Villa was in the second tier of the Pugilistic World and had absolute authority over the three commanderies nearby.
The villa lord, Nangong Wentian, was listed in the second-grade on the latest Martial Roll. He was a highly skilled martial artist and challenged by many people every year. However, those people did not end up well, most being thrown off the Intestine Breaking Cliff at the back of the villa.
The Martial Dao has nine grades. Skilled martial artists in the top three grades can certainly found sects, and it’s said that there’s a Heavenly Phenomenon realm above the nine grades. In that realm, martial artists are the same as an Immortal on the ground…
It’s a pity that with such a good father and abundant resources, Nangong Wuwang can’t learn martial arts due to his inherent deficiencies. He has a ‘Body of Hundred Emissions’. Everyone knows that he’s a useless bum at learning martial arts, and his ability hasn’t even reached the ninth-grade, so he can’t even be counted as a martial artist.
The hopeless future and unrestrained love from his father and sisters have made him indulge himself and become a wastrel…
Fang Yuan knocked his forehead as he went through Nangong Wuwang’s life experience. He frowned. Body of Hundred Emissions… The state of this body is somewhat troublesome!
From the literal meaning of ‘Hundred Emissions’, this body leaked anything it could. Not to mention the most fundamental inner force of a martial artist, it could not even contain any quantity of blood and Qi beyond the limit of a common person.
Therefore, Nangong Wuwang could not even master the most basic strength techniques in the Pugilistic World and was extremely weak.
This problem must be solved as soon as possible!
Fang Yuan brought out his stats window:
“Name: Fang Yuan (Nangong Wuwang)
Essence: 0.7
Spirit: 0.7
Magic: 0.5
Cultivation: Negligible
Technique: ???
Specialization: Botany [Level Six] (Maximum), Fiery Golden Eyes [Level 3], Body of Origin Power (???)”
“This is indeed the template of a purely useless bum!”
Fang Yuan exhaled deeply.
Origin power had the property of a spiritual imprint. No matter how many times he changed bodies, his origin power would recover gradually.
Fang Yuan was now aware of the power that flourished and circulated in his body as he breathed.
But his expression changed slightly the next moment, detecting that a strong suction force had sucked away all the regenerated secondary power from every part of his body.
“Hmm? So this is the Body of Hundred Emissions?”
Fang Yuan looked at his stats. The sign of Body of Origin Power first solidified and then became transparent again.
“However… this doesn’t seem to be natural. Otherwise, I would’ve been surrounded by chilling gusts and Demonic Qi… Why does it look like something is forcibly sucking stuff away?”
He astutely detected that something had been done to this body.
“Suck! I’ll let you suck!”
Origin power could be regenerated anyway, so Fang Yuan released his restriction and allowed the origin power to be sucked away.
Bloop! Bloop!
The deafening sound of torrents was heard inside his body.
After a while, a strange black rune emerged in his dantian. It devoured the regenerated origin power like a whale sucking water.
“Interesting!” Fang Yuan’s eyes lit up. “It appears… there are plenty of secrets in this world…”
A rune capable of devouring secondary origin power was not something to be expected in a normal pugilistic world.
Fang Yuan made a rough estimation; the quantity devoured just now was sufficient to corrupt all the martial artists in a lower dimension pugilistic world.
“The root cause of the Body of Hundred Emissions has been found—this black rune! It’s been devouring every force in this guy… But to me, as long as I block it using my origin power, there won’t be any issue, and I can practice martial arts without worry…”
The black rune was an artificial funnel placed in Nangong Wuwang’s body, and Fang Yuan had now moved this funnel to another pool and used origin power to fill it up.
And now, his dantian could finally accommodate the inner force he cultivated.
“I wonder how Nangong Wuwang got this thing. Was it an enemy? That’s not right… Why would his enemy be so merciful and not directly kill Nangong Wuwang or deprive him of his health, but let him possess a body that’s just slightly weaker than average?”
Fang Yuan put on his clothes and walked out of the loft.
He was at the heart of the Divine Armament Mountain Villa, and there were numerous martial artists guarding the house, each of whom was highly skilled and had a grade.
The Martial Roll divided the realms of martial artists into nine grades. A skilled martial artist with a grade—even if it was the ninth-grade, the lowest of all—was able to explore the Pugilistic World.
The three medium grades were rarer, and martial artists in these grades could be a minor leader anywhere and live a satisfactory life.
Those in the top three grades were masters who could found their own sects.
“Good day, Young Master!”
“Greetings, Young Lord!”
Fang Yuan strode around without concern. Every servant and martial artist who saw him bowed with respect, feeling a bit surprised.
This young lord had always been coddled by the villa lord. While he was completely incapable of anything, any servant daring to gossip about it would be beaten to death immediately.
Why did the young lord get up so early today?
“Young Master!” At this moment, the personal guard beside him asked with a grin, “Where do you want to have fun today? I heard that there’s a new star in the brothel of our city, and the chef in the restaurant near the river invented a new drunken fish recipe, and it tastes great…”
All of these people considered Nangong Wuwang gullible. Fang Yuan glanced at the personal guard beside him, believing that this guard would definitely share quite some benefits if the wastrel squandered money at those two places as usual.
“No. Go to the Martial Pavillion today!” Fang Yuan waved his hand casually.
“…” The personal guard opened his eyes wide and gazed at the sun. The young lord’s decision of going to the Martial Pavilion made him suspect that the sun had risen from the west.
In this entire Divine Armament Mountain Villa, who did not know that the young lord had a Body of Hundred Emissions and thus could not practice martial arts at all?
Fang Yuan did not bother explaining. He stopped in front of a pavilion that had a vast and empty space around it.
The personal guard saw the black six-floor pavilion and hesitated, no longer daring to move forward.
All the important martial arts manuals of the villa were stored here, which was looked after by a few honorary experts. While many skilled martial artists in the Pugilistic World coveted the secret manuals, none of the intruders left here alive.
The young lord could surely go anywhere he wanted in the Divine Armament Mountain Villa, but if a personal guard dared to enter, he would immediately be sliced into pieces!
Fang Yuan stared at the giant black court, took a deep breath, and pushed open the gates.
…
When he entered the Martial Pavillion.
A secret chamber of the Divine Armament Mountain Villa.
A few bronze perpetual lanterns were suddenly extinguished, and the fire in the rest of the lanterns was disturbed.
A middle-aged martial artist flew over and witnessed this scene. He looked excited rather than surprised. “I’ve spent more than ten years on it, and it’s finally going to happen!”
While thinking, he opened up a path to the secret chamber.
The path meandered downward all the way, and only one person could fit in its width by moving sideways. In the end, it led to a giant underground cave.
A blood pool was situated at the center of the cave, and the thick color of blood was reflected from the middle-aged man’s face, making him look even more sinister and scary.
A black shadow seemed to be breathing in the blood pool and devouring the blood inside.
At this moment, the level of the blood quickly lowered with some swirls in the pool. The black shadow turned out to be a giant saber with a frightening luster on its black surface.
“Finally… Finally…” The middle-aged man looked zealous and burst into laughter. “Is it finally achieved? The Divine Armament Mountain Villa is finally going to rule the entire Pugilistic World!”
