ps: Dear readers, due to the incident a few days ago, I really have no inspiration. I have eight hours of classes every day, and the pressure is too great. I feel like my hair is falling out in handfuls.
However, with the National Day holiday approaching, Xiao Mu's school will be closed, and I will make up for it with a lot of updates then. Please bear with Xiao Mu for these two days to adjust his state and organize the outline for the rest of the story. Also, Xiao Mu will update every day. You can check out the earlier chapters. It's unavoidable because there are too many professional courses. I used to take online classes, so I had plenty of time. Now that I'm back to offline classes, it's really hard.
Thank you again to all the readers for your continued support. Xiao Mu will definitely keep writing. This book is planned to be around one million words, possibly more, so please rest assured to keep reading. The later content will not disappoint you. It's all Xiao Mu's original world, so please enjoy it with confidence. It's definitely okay. These days, my courses are very tight. I hope you can understand. Thank you all, and I wish you all a happy National Day in advance!
If you feel that this is not good, you can wait for Xiao Mu for a few days, and then the updates will return to normal. It won't be like this anymore. Sigh. At that time, I even thought about quitting the internet and not writing anymore. Fortunately, I persevered. Finally, thank you for your support and encouragement.
The sun slanted westward, and the sunset clouds were like fire.
"It seems this is it."
A young man with a long saber at his waist stood in front of a dilapidated courtyard, holding a piece of paper and looking around.
Ye Xiuchen lowered his head to compare it with the intelligence, put away the intelligence, and reached out to push open the rotten wooden gate.
"Creak, creak." The dilapidated wooden door made a harsh grinding sound due to years of disrepair. As far as the eye could see, it was a very ordinary civilian courtyard. Because no one had lived there for a long time, the courtyard was dilapidated, and weeds grew in profusion.
Ye Xiuchen frowned. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he felt a gloomy aura, completely different from the outside.
He walked into the house and found it even more dilapidated, with almost nothing inside. Ye Xiuchen had no choice but to withdraw from the house and find a relatively clean spot in the courtyard to sit cross-legged. He recalled the intelligence in his mind and began to meditate with his eyes closed, quietly waiting for night to fall.
When the last ray of sunlight disappeared from the sky, darkness descended.
Ye Xiuchen suddenly opened his eyes. He felt the gloomy aura around him slowly engulfing him like a tide.
Ye Xiuchen stood up and looked vigilantly at the center of the courtyard. In his perception, the gloomiest aura was there. He drew his long saber.
The clear moonlight sprinkled into the courtyard, casting a hazy white veil over it. Ye Xiuchen's eyes narrowed, and he felt a little nervous, but there was a hint of imperceptible excitement in his eyes.
The door of the house began to creak, and the grass in the courtyard moved without wind. Ye Xiuchen began to hear whispers, but when he listened carefully, he couldn't hear anything.
Ye Xiuchen couldn't help but feel relieved. This ghost did not attack directly but used illusions to constantly disturb Ye Xiuchen's mind, proving that it was just a newly formed minor ghost.
Ye Xiuchen tightly gripped the hilt of his saber, guarded his mind, and observed his surroundings. With his other hand, he fumbled in his pocket for a porcelain bottle, quietly waiting for his chance.
In the darkness, a slightly illusory ghost saw that Ye Xiuchen was unaffected and became irritable. It could sense the pure blood energy within this human. Its instincts told it that once it devoured his blood energy, it would gain immense benefits.
It could not resist the temptation of the blood food, and its ghostly instincts kept telling it that this human was delicious.
It let out a sharp cry, extended its dark claws, and charged towards Ye Xiuchen.
Ye Xiuchen heard a shriek that seemed to pierce his eardrums. He saw an illusory ghost rushing towards him and, with a movement of his hand, opened the lid of the porcelain bottle and splashed the liquid inside towards the ghost.
The liquid splashed directly onto the ghost, which immediately let out a pained scream. The liquid, like sulfuric acid, burned the ghost and produced a lot of white smoke.
Seeing that the virgin boy's urine had an effect, Ye Xiuchen stomped his foot, circulated the blood energy in his body, and appeared before the ghost. With a powerful swing of his long saber, he slashed diagonally from the left shoulder to the abdomen, almost splitting it in half.
Ah!
The ghost cried out in pain.
It wanted to escape.
Ye Xiuchen's next saber strike arrived, directly splitting the ghost in half from the abdomen.
With a cry of unwillingness, the ghost's two halves fell to the ground and slowly dissipated, leaving only a trace of black dust. Ye Xiuchen bent down and collected the black dust, then sat down on a clean patch of ground.
He let out a long sigh of relief. He had almost failed. If he hadn't prepared the virgin boy's urine in advance, these seemingly simple two strikes had required Ye Xiuchen to exert his full strength, and his arms were already numb. However, fortunately, he had successfully killed the ghost and could become a formal Demon Suppressor upon his return. Thinking of this, Ye Xiuchen felt a surge of excitement.
That extraordinary power would be within reach. As soon as he transmigrated, he had witnessed the extraordinary power used by the Demon Suppressor and was greatly shocked. After learning more, he discovered that this world had extraordinary beings, as well as demons and ghosts. There was only one country, Da Qin.
This world was vast, much larger than Earth in his previous life. Ye Xiuchen didn't know its exact size. He transmigrated to this world, parentless and alone, and almost starved to death on the streets. Upon learning that extraordinary powers were wielded by members of the Demon Suppression Department, he joined their training camp without hesitation.
The training camp was where the Da Qin dynasty cultivated new Demon Suppressors and provided a chance to survive for those who were starving. They were taught martial arts by specialized instructors, and food and lodging were all-inclusive. To become a formal Demon Suppressor, one had to reach the Blood Refining realm within a limited time and kill a nascent ghost. However, they would only be the lowest-ranking Yellow-tier Demon Suppressors.
Suddenly.
A semi-transparent blue panel appeared before Ye Xiuchen. Ye Xiuchen quickly got up and looked around vigilantly. Finding nothing, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Ye Xiuchen looked at the blue panel in front of him, which had four characters written on it.
"Martial Dao Panel."
Could this be a cheat?
Ye Xiuchen was overjoyed and almost jumped up. He couldn't help it; this world was too dangerous, and he could be killed by a ghost at any moment.
Ye Xiuchen took deep breaths, trying to calm his emotions, and then focused on the Martial Dao Panel.
Name: Ye Xiuchen
Martial Arts: Yang Ji Zhuang (Minor Accomplishment) [Can be upgraded]
Points: 1
Lottery
Enhancement
Fusion
Ye Xiuchen looked at the panel with some confusion. A piece of information appeared in his mind, and Ye Xiuchen read it carefully, gasping in shock.
The Martial Dao Panel was more powerful than he had imagined. It could upgrade martial arts through enhancement and fusion, break through original limits, and even allow him to draw items from all worlds. All of this required points, and points were obtained by killing demons and ghosts.
The one Ye Xiuchen had just killed was the lowest level, yielding only one point. He didn't know about others.
After resting for a while to recover some strength, he got up and returned to the Demon Suppression Department to submit his mission.
Walking through the streets, he stopped in front of an extremely grand gate. Above it was a large plaque with three bold red characters written in a flamboyant style: Demon Suppression Department.
Ye Xiuchen looked up at the plaque, showed his token to the guards at the entrance, who checked it and let him in.
"Brother Ye!"
"Mm!"
As Ye Xiuchen walked along the path in the Demon Suppression Department, he encountered people he knew, and they would greet each other or nod.
But no matter who it was.
Their faces were devoid of expression, as if they were indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Ye Xiuchen had grown accustomed to it.
Because this was the Demon Suppression Department, an organization that maintained social stability in Da Qin. Its main responsibility was to kill demons and ghosts, although it also had other side businesses.
People died every day. When those around you could die at any moment, and you had seen death countless times, you would become indifferent to many things.
The Demon Suppression Department was vast.
Those who remained in the Demon Suppression Department were Demon Suppressors or quasi-Demon Suppressors like Ye Xiuchen. There seemed to be higher positions beyond that, which were beyond the understanding of those at the bottom of the Demon Suppression Department like Ye Xiuchen.
At this moment, Ye Xiuchen stared in awe at the blood moon, which resembled an ancient era. He suddenly had a strong premonition that something big was about to happen in this world.
His vision blurred.
Suddenly, an illusory deep blue panel appeared before him, much like the virtual projections he had seen in sci-fi movies in his previous life, but more mysterious.
Ye Xiuchen was startled. It wasn't surprising that Ye Xiuchen was so jumpy, especially with the blood moon still hanging in the sky.
Ye Xiuchen's eyes held a hint of vigilance as he scanned his surroundings. Finding nothing, he noticed that the semi-transparent illusory panel was still in front of him, exuding an aura of mystery.
Ye Xiuchen's gaze sharpened. He suddenly realized that there were also characters on this deep blue panel. Ye Xiuchen concentrated his mind, trying to read them clearly. As if sensing Ye Xiuchen's intention, the somewhat blurry characters on the panel became very clear. Ye Xiuchen read them word by word.
"Martial. Dao. Panel."
These were the characters at the top of the panel. Below them were two more lines of text: Enhancement and Lottery.
Ye Xiuchen felt a sense of confusion, and a bold guess formed in his mind. His breathing quickened. If his guess was correct, then the extraordinary power he had been searching for would be within his grasp.
Ye Xiuchen had read many web novels in his previous life. If his guess was right, this panel was the "golden finger" described in those novels. Ye Xiuchen had transmigrated three years ago, and his long-awaited golden finger had finally appeared.
"System, Panel, Golden Finger." Ye Xiuchen tried many ways to awaken the protagonist's golden finger, but none worked. The illusory panel in front of him remained unresponsive, simply floating there.
Ye Xiuchen felt a little dejected. It seemed this panel was not intelligent and could only operate according to a certain mechanism.
"Hide panel."
The panel immediately disappeared from Ye Xiuchen's sight.
"Panel."
The panel reappeared before Ye Xiuchen. So that's how it worked. Ye Xiuchen understood that this panel operated based on his thoughts.
He made the panel disappear and frowned. The panel was called the Martial Dao Panel, so it must be related to martial arts. Martial arts, did this world have martial arts?
Also, what about the enhancement and lottery on the panel, and how to get points? The points were zero, indicating he had no points. Therefore, both enhancement and lottery required points. He had tried other things, and no points were added, proving that points could only be gained through specific means.
He locked the door, closed it, and sat on the sofa in one go, taking a sip of water and resting for a while.
He opened the panel.
He silently uttered the command, and a deep blue panel appeared before him. Everything else on the panel was the same, except that the 0 after "Points" had changed to 10, and the words "Lottery" and "Enhancement" were faintly glowing.
Lottery? Enhancement?
Ye Xiuchen looked bewildered. How to draw? A piece of information appeared in Ye Xiuchen's mind, and he read it carefully.
Ye Xiuchen suddenly understood. So, the lottery could draw items from all worlds, but it was full of uncertainty. Enhancement, as the name suggests, could enhance specific items, the details of which Ye Xiuchen would have to explore himself. Points were obtained from demons and ghosts.
Ye Xiuchen was speechless. Where could he find demons and ghosts in modern society? But that wasn't the main point for now.
Ye Xiuchen rubbed his hands excitedly. He was a little nervous about touching the extraordinary.
He silently chanted "Lottery," and the word "Lottery" on the panel began to flash. The points also started to change, from 10 to 9. The lottery spun, flashing with strange and fantastical scenes. Ye Xiuchen felt a bit dizzy as the images slowed down and finally stopped.
Obtained: Body Tempering Technique.
A vast amount of obscure and difficult-to-understand memories entered his mind. Ye Xiuchen was shocked. It was real. This was not a dream. The extraordinary was within reach. Ye Xiuchen quickly reviewed the implanted memories.
The Body Tempering Technique was a basic body tempering method from a super sect in a grand martial world. It could completely cultivate the five realms of body tempering: tendons, bones, skin, muscles, and blood, generating blood energy and strengthening all 206 bones and 639 muscles in the body. It made bones as hard as steel and broke through the limitations of mortals.
It was real. He could become extraordinary. Ye Xiuchen was overjoyed.
He then looked at the panel, which now displayed: Body Tempering Technique (Not Yet Initiated).
Ye Xiuchen noticed that only one point had disappeared, and "Lottery" and "Enhancement" were still glowing.
He continued to draw. He silently chanted.
The panel flashed again. This time, Ye Xiuchen chose to draw four times, deducting four points.
Obtained: Blood Qi Pills x2, Radish.
What the heck? Ye Xiuchen felt a bit dizzy. Did a radish count as related to martial arts?
Ye Xiuchen clicked on the introduction of the radish: A radish from a martial world. Consuming it can increase cultivation progress.
He didn't get anything from the last draw. Damn it, there were risks. Ye Xiuchen felt a bit unlucky.
He looked down at the large radish in his hand and a small porcelain bottle. He put down the radish and looked at the small porcelain bottle, which contained Blood Qi Pills. Ye Xiuchen read the introduction.
Blood Qi Pills: Blood Qi Pills produced in a certain world. They can increase blood energy and speed up the cultivation of the Body Tempering realm.
This was not bad; it could increase cultivation speed.
He placed the Blood Qi Pills on the table, went out into the courtyard, recalled the cultivation method of the Body Tempering Technique, took a deep breath, and began to cultivate. To be honest, Ye Xiuchen was a little nervous, afraid that he wouldn't have the talent to cultivate martial arts. His body slowly grew taller, from 1.85 meters to 1.9 meters. The muscles under his clothes began to swell, but they didn't become excessively large, just a little thicker than average.