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Path of Martial Arts
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In a remote corner of Qingyang City, within the Qingyang Academy, there was a slightly dilapidated small room. On a worn-out desk piled high with manuscript papers, Lufan was deeply engrossed in calculations, beads of cold sweat dotting his forehead.
He hadn't slept all night, which was quite risky for him, considering his frail health. Overexerting himself was certainly not a wise choice.
Lufan was fully aware of the dangers of his actions, but he had no other option. The pressure from this world was mounting on him, and if he didn't quickly figure out the cultivation method for the Iron Cloth technique and start practicing it, his body might not withstand it any longer.
He did not want to experience the consequences of his body failing under pressure again.
With intense focus, Lufan continued his calculations and comparisons against the original Iron Cloth manual, sketching out complex diagrams one after another.
Time passed without him noticing, and eventually, Lufan finalized his calculations, recording them on a stack of square white papers.
After documenting everything, he meticulously checked each sheet. Each paper contained different diagrams of human meridians, accompanied by dense annotations—these were the results of countless hours of effort that he could not afford to have any mistakes in.
"Ha!" After confirming everything was correct, Lufan let out a long sigh and carefully folded the papers, placing them into a drawer.
He had finally organized and calculated the cultivation method for the Iron Cloth technique, but whether it would truly be effective remained to be seen; he had failed many times before.
However, now was not a good time to practice. Lufan's energy had already been depleted significantly; he needed to rest and get his body back to its optimal state to increase his chances of success in cultivation.
After washing his face, Lufan prepared to take a break when suddenly someone began knocking loudly at the door and shouting, "Lufan! Lufan!"
Lufan recognized it was Yan Kuan, another janitor at the academy who worked in the kitchen— Fatty.
"What’s the rush?" Lufan asked as he opened the door.
Standing at the entrance was Fatty, wearing an apron and looking greasy, with an anxious expression on his face.
"Why did you take so long to open the door? Did you oversleep? Do you know what time it is? Hurry up and go clean; Old Man Xing is already angry!"
Lufan felt a bit confused. Looking outside, he realized that the sun had already risen high in the sky and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's already this late!"
"You really overslept!" Fatty said, speechless. However, he didn't have time to dwell on it. "I need to hurry back. You should too, or Old Man Xing is really going to lose his temper!"
With that, Fatty rushed off. Lufan tidied up a bit in the house before heading out as well. He closed the door gently, turned around to look at the sky, took a deep breath, and chased after Fatty, cursing under his breath as he did so.
"This damn transmigration!"
Yes, transmigration. Lufan was a traveler from Earth who had been in this world for eight years.
For these eight years, Lufan had lived every day on thin ice, facing immense hardships.
Before transmigrating, Lufan was a college student. Like many students, his university life was uneventful—skipping classes, sleeping, reading novels—living in utter decadence.
One day, after finishing yet another online novel he had been following, he felt a wave of emptiness wash over him after reading the last chapter.
This is a common affliction among online literature enthusiasts; the helplessness of real life often drives them to escape into the world of web fiction for a breath of fresh air. But once a novel concludes, they are forced back into reality, leaving them feeling hollow.
Lufan was no exception. After zoning out for a moment, he picked up the complete works of Jin Yong that he had carelessly tossed beside his pillow. He had found it at a street stall for just ten yuan for all fourteen novels, sold by weight.
"Martial arts really have fallen out of favor," Lufan sighed. He reminisced about how popular these novels used to be and how they now ended up as scrap paper.
After flipping through a few pages, he tossed the book aside; it all felt meaningless now. He had read them countless times before, and what once seemed novel years ago now felt clichéd.
Feeling utterly bored, Lufan decided to take a nap. Just before falling asleep, he thought to himself, "If only I could transmigrate too; life is just too dull."
Then when he woke up, he discovered that he had indeed transmigrated. His body had transformed into that of a child, and he found that his strength was even greater than it had been as an adult.
At first, upon realizing that he truly had transmigrated and appeared to be in an ancient Chinese world, Lufan was extremely excited. Having read countless web novels, he fantasized about sweeping through this new realm with his advanced knowledge, soaring to great heights and defeating all kinds of geniuses while attracting countless beauties.
However, reality soon gave Lufan a harsh slap in the face, waking him from his fantasies.
He realized that not to mention soaring to great heights, even just surviving in this world was incredibly difficult.
The reason was not that he was a genius who had been wasted, or that he bore the sins of wealth, or national grievances. Lufan was not reborn or possessing another body; he had crossed over in his original body. Although he had become a child, it was still his own body.
Lufan was absolutely certain of this because he looked exactly the same as he did at eight years old, even down to the mole on his backside.
The reason was quite simple: his body was too weak to adapt to the environment of this world.
Compared to Earth, many things in this world were greatly enhanced. For instance, gravity here was much stronger than on Earth.
Moreover, the materials in this world were generally much tougher; ordinary wood was harder than typical steel on Earth, and a small blade of grass could rival a sharp saw.
Such an environment made survival a serious issue for Lufan. The intense gravity made every step a struggle, and the terrifying plants kept him from moving recklessly.
Even the air felt heavy, making it a luxury to breathe smoothly.
He thanked the heavens for allowing him to cross over in a small alley of Qingyang City; if it had been out in the wild, he would have likely died long ago.
Even so, the situation was not much better. It only spared Lufan from the dangers of the wilderness, but there were still many factors here that could lead to his demise, such as food.
Lufan spent his first day after crossing over in hunger, and the second day was no different. He tried every possible method but could not obtain even a morsel of food.
He considered begging, even stealing or robbing, but when a young beggar of his age easily tossed him aside and crushed a stone as tough as steel from Earth with his bare hands, he abandoned that thought entirely.
Even an ordinary old woman selling vegetables here was far stronger than him.
Under the relentless gravity, Lufan endured three days of hunger in Qingyang City. Eventually reaching his limit, he collapsed at an alley entrance; his internal organs could no longer bear the strain, and blood seeped from his mouth and nose.
These three days made Lufan understand what true hunger and despair felt like. Thinking back to his ridiculous pretensions before crossing over, he wished he could slap himself hard and curse this whole crossing experience.
He could barely lift his hand. In his final moments, Lufan couldn't help but look up to the sky and ask why he had been brought to this place. Was it just to watch him struggle and die in this world?
Until Lufan lost consciousness, no one answered him.
When Lufan woke up again, he found himself in a bed. A gentleman from Qingyang Academy had happened to pass by and brought him back to the academy.
After waking up, Lufan realized that his condition had not improved much. The gentleman helplessly told him that he had done everything he could, but there was nothing he could do for Lufan's injuries.
His body was simply too weak. Although the gentleman wanted to use his own strength to help him recover, even a tiny bit would be too much for Lufan to bear, enough to cause his body to collapse.
Similarly, Lufan could not withstand even the mildest healing medicine, as it would shatter his body into pieces.
The gentleman initially thought Lufan was doomed, but unexpectedly, after feeding him some plain porridge, Lufan slowly began to recover.
Only the energy from ordinary food was something he could handle. To obtain food, he needed to work. Realizing this, Lufan made a wise decision.
With his pleas and the gentleman's pity for him, he was eventually allowed to work as a small errand boy at Qingyang Academy, responsible for cleaning duties.
Thus, Lufan stayed at Qingyang Academy, like a weed, struggling with all his might to live on.
You might wonder how a transmigrator could possibly lack a golden finger. Yes, Lufan also had his own golden finger, which allowed him to survive in this messed-up world for a full eight years.
However, it was also an incredibly troublesome golden finger.
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