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Chapter 1

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Great Ji Dynasty Yi Public House

Chu Li steered the boat on the lake. The lake breeze caressed his face, making him feel refreshed.

The Yi Public House was a huge lake with ninety-nine islands. The Martial Arts Hall that he wanted to go to was eighteen miles away from the East Garden.

On the small boat, he had a medium build and wore green clothes that fluttered in the wind. His appearance was ordinary, but he had a heroic air about him. As he looked at the boundless lake, his thoughts drifted far away.

Nineteen years, two months, and three days. It had been nineteen years, two months, and three days!

He was a high-energy physics researcher, a genius with a bright future, and a great scientist in the future. After a small mistake in his experiment, he was sent to this world and reincarnated into a new life!

"Bang! Bang! " A muffled sound broke his train of thought. He turned around and saw a shining golden carp jumping on the boat.

Chu Li shook his head and bent down to throw the carp back into the lake.

As he straightened his body, a tall building came into view.

The hundred-meter-tall building shone with a bronze light. It was heavy and solemn, fully displaying the prestige of the House of High Dukes.

This bronze building was the Martial Arts Practice Hall!

In front of the Martial Arts Practice Hall was a spacious martial arts practice field that was covered in red mud. Hundreds of people were practicing martial arts, or practicing saber, sword, fist, palm, or even sparring with each other. It was an extremely lively scene.

Chu Li went ashore by boat and stepped onto the martial arts field. He had only taken a few steps when a handsome young man suddenly appeared. His face was like jade, his eyebrows were like swords, and he was in high spirits.

He was a head taller than Chu Li. He crossed his arms and looked down at him. "Chu Li, what are you doing here?!"

Chu Li furrowed his brows. "Move aside, a good dog doesn't block the way!"

"Hehe! The handsome youth chuckled and said, "Could it be that you want to practice martial arts?"

Chu Li suddenly smiled and continued to walk forward. "Zhuo Feiyang, if I fall to the ground and scream in pain, do you believe that you won't be able to bear the consequences?"

The guards of the mansion forbade private fights and killing each other. The guards of the mansion were divided into protectors and imperial guards, one for martial arts and the other for literature. Private fights between the two were especially strictly forbidden. A light punishment would be a demotion in rank, and a heavy punishment would be expulsion from the mansion.

Chu Li was an unranked Scribe while Zhuo Feiyang was a rank eight Protector. It was a taboo for a Protector to attack a Scribe. Chu Li fell to the ground screaming in pain. No matter how talented Zhuo Feiyang was, he would still be severely punished.

Zhuo Feiyang furrowed his brows. "Chu Li, you're really shameless!"

Chu Li continued to move forward.

Zhuo Feiyang stepped aside and his handsome face darkened. "Chu Li, this is all you can do!"

Chu Li laughed. "To deal with an idiot like you, little tricks are enough!"

Zhuo Feiyang glared at Chu Li, his fists clenched tighter and tighter, as if he was going to strike at any moment. Chu Li, on the other hand, looked at him lazily, provoking him.

Zhuo Feiyang suddenly smiled brightly and waved his hand. "Sister Zhao!"

In the distance, a graceful and beautiful girl walked over. Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were almond-shaped, and her eyebrows were shapely. Her temperament was delicate and gentle like water.

Chu Li's expression changed slightly. Zhao Ying had entered the Public House at the same time as them. She was beautiful, kind, and gentle. She was the kind of woman that any man would fall in love with.

"Brother Zhuo?" Zhao Ying walked over gracefully and said in surprise, "Brother Chu?"

Chu Li smelled her faint fragrance and smiled. "Junior Sister Zhao, long time no see."

Ever since he was assigned to the East Garden, he spent most of his time in the library. He wanted to use knowledge to change his destiny, so he rarely came to the Kung Fu Performing Hall.

This time, he came to the Kung Fu Performing Hall because he encountered a problem with the Minute Pulse Cleansing Technique. He wanted to read the secret manuals and cultivation notes related to the technique.

Zhao Ying smiled. "Congratulations, Brother Chu. The East Garden is a good job."

Chu Li smiled and nodded. "Not bad."

The East Garden belonged to the Jade Guardian Island of the Third Lady, Xiao Qi. There were only two Scribes, Chu Li and Li Yue. Not only did they have free time, but they also had the chance to meet the Third Lady. Once the Third Lady took a liking to him, it would only be a matter of time before he became successful.

Zhuo Feiyang took a deep breath. This guy was too lucky to be assigned to the East Garden. God was blind, he had to teach him a lesson!

"Junior Sister Zhao, don't bother with this trash. I just mastered the Delusion Split yesterday, why don't we spar?"

"Brother Zhuo!" Zhao Ying frowned. She felt that Zhuo Feiyang's words were unpleasant.

"Alright, alright, I won't call him trash!" Zhuo Feiyang quickly smiled and glanced at Chu Li. "Even if he's trash!"

"You're still talking!" Zhao Ying's eyes widened.

"Junior Sister Zhao, it's alright." Chu Li smiled and said, "There's no need to bother with this kind of arrogant idiot."

"Senior Brother Chu!" Zhao Ying rebuked.

Chu Li raised his hand in surrender. "Sister Zhao, come to the East Garden to play. The scenery is beautiful and Brother Lee's culinary skills are excellent."

"Sure." Zhao Ying smiled and said, "I've always wanted to see it. The East Garden …"

"Hmph, what's there to see?" Zhuo Feiyang pursed his lips. "They're just flowers and grasses. If you have the time, why don't you train your martial arts instead?

"Based on what you're saying, the Third Lady and Master Xiao Tieying have lost their ambition to indulge in worldly pleasures. Are they not as good as you?" Chu Li smiled faintly. The West Garden belonged to Master Xiao Tieying.

Zhuo Feiyang's handsome face turned red as he sneered. He decided not to bicker with him.

"Senior Brother Zhuo! Brother Chu! "Zhao Ying said with dissatisfaction," Can you guys stop for a while? … Senior Brother Chu, I'll go over to play. You can go back to your own business. "

Chu Li looked at her deeply. "Junior Sister Zhao, some people only have good looks. You'll only be able to see through a person's heart after some time. Junior Sister, don't trust others so easily!"

"Chu Li, what is the meaning of this!?" Zhuo Feiyang scoffed.

Chu Li ignored him and gave Zhao Ying a fist salute with a smile.

Zhao Ying turned around and left.

Zhuo Feiyang wanted to follow her. Before he left, he suddenly stretched out his hand when Zhao Ying was not paying attention.

His palm almost landed on Chu Li's face. He was very confident that Chu Li would not be able to dodge it in time. It looked like he was not paying attention, but he had channeled his inner energy.

Chu Li tilted his head slightly. Zhuo Feiyang's fingertip brushed past his cheek. He could feel the breeze. That slap was not light.

"Slap!" The crisp sound of a slap was heard.

Chu Li's left palm slapped his own face. The sound was crisp and clear. He did not use much strength, but the sound was very loud. He quickly withdrew his hand.

Zhao Ying quickly turned her head to look.

Chu Li's expression did not change. It was as if that slap did not land on his face.

Zhuo Feiyang stared at him with a dark expression.

Chu Li smiled and touched his own face. "What a good skill. I'm impressed!"

Zhuo Feiyang stared at him.

"Senior Zhuo!" Zhao Ying's face darkened.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it." Zhuo Feiyang gritted his teeth and squeezed his voice out. He said coldly, "I'm sure Junior Brother Chu won't mind. Am I right, Junior Brother Chu?"

Chu Li turned his head and smiled. "Junior Sister Zhao, forget it."

Zhao Ying looked at him embarrassedly. She quickly pulled Zhuo Feiyang away. If they stayed any longer, the two of them would definitely start fighting!

Chu Li stared at Zhao Ying's graceful silhouette and did not move. He touched his burning left cheek and activated the Omniscient Mirror to suppress his emotions.

If it were not for the Omniscient Mirror, he would have fallen into Zhuo Feiyang's trap!

This world respected martial arts. It was a concept that had been deeply ingrained in him since he was young. Zhao Ying was gentle and kind. She protected him openly and secretly. This touched him.

However, he was a man. He needed a woman to protect him. As a man, he could not stand it!

Zhuo Feiyang, the Delusion Split …

He passed through the crowd in the martial arts field and entered the Hall of Martial Arts.

He untied the wooden tag on his waist and passed it to the young man in front of the hall. The young man's eyes were like lightning. He glanced at him and signaled that he could enter.

Rows of bookshelves entered his eyes. He walked slowly. Occasionally, he would stop and take out a book. He would flip through it quickly and put it back. He would then stop again and flip through another book.

In two hours, he had flipped through twenty-two books.

It was as if he already knew where these books were. All he had to do was take them out. It was actually his first time here. He had read the Minute Pulse Cleansing Technique in the library.

The entire Hall of Martial Arts appeared in his mind. Every row of bookshelves, every book's name, was clear and vivid in his mind.

He walked to the second floor and went straight to the third bookshelf. He took out the Delusion Split Manual from the second floor and flipped through it. He then took out seven more secret manuals. They were the cultivation notes of the Delusion Split Manual.

When he left the Hall of Martial Arts, his mind had already been imprinted with thirty secret manuals, twenty-two notes of the Minute Pulse Cleansing Technique, one Delusion Split Manual, and seven Delusion Split Manual.

He steered the boat on the lake. A gentle breeze blew. His anger had already dissipated.

The thirty secret manuals in his mind began to merge.

— —

The noon sun shone brightly. He steered the boat back to the East Garden.

The East Garden was a small island with a circumference of two miles. It was divided into many flowerbeds. Each flowerbed had a rare flower. The entire island was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

There was only one small courtyard on the island. Chu Li pushed the door open and entered the courtyard. The cool air hit him in the face. A big tree covered half of the courtyard, driving away the heat.

He entered the west wing and came out with an Emerald Tipped Sword. He swung it in the middle of the courtyard slowly like a Tai Chi sword. After a while, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He had an eidetic memory. Every secret manual he read would be imprinted in his mind. The Delusion Split Manual that he had just learned from the Hall of Martial Arts was indeed powerful. However, it also consumed a lot of energy.

"Creak …" A sturdy young man with a round face and small eyes walked out of the main hall.

He swayed like a black bear. He stretched his back and yawned twice. Then, he said lazily, "Brother, you're back so early?"

Chu Li was focused on his sword practice. "Yes."

Li Yue was a rank nine Scribe. The two of them were in charge of the East Garden. He had a good appetite, excellent culinary skills, and good martial arts. However, he was afraid of death and did not challenge the Rank Nine Tower. He was willing to be a Scribe.

The Scribes and Protectors of the Public House were divided into nine ranks. The difference in pay was ten times that of a Scribe.

The Scribes were paid less. Their rank depended on their experience. Rank nine in three years, rank eight in ten, rank seven in twenty, rank six in forty, and rank five in seventy.

The promotion of a Protector's rank did not depend on anything else. It depended on their martial arts. If they passed the Rank Nine Tower, they would be promoted by one rank.

Their pay was high, and they could often leave the Public House for missions. Their lives were colorful, unlike the Scribes who could only stay in the Public House to serve others. Anyone with a bit of ability would become a Protector.

Li Yue shook his neck and stretched his legs. His joints let out a series of cracking sounds. Then, he swung his fists. His fists were like shooting stars, whistling through the air.

"Brother, don't practice your sword. Practice your fist with me!" Li Yue could not stop talking.

Chu Li did not say anything.

"If you can't practice your inner energy, just practice a fist technique to strengthen your body. Why practice your sword!"

"Shut up!" Chu Li spat out. His forehead was covered in a layer of sweat.

In this world, martial arts were flourishing. The practice of martial arts began at a young age.

From the age of eight to eighteen, one would take advantage of the puberty to practice the foundation heart technique to strengthen their meridians. Otherwise, they would not be able to withstand the impact of inner energy and their lives would be in danger.

From the age of eight to eighteen, once the meridians were fixed, even the most miraculous heart technique would only yield half the result. It would take many times longer to build the foundation.

Before the age of eighteen, he studied the Scripture of the Wisdom Origin in the Temple of Autumn where he grew up.

His spirit was twice that of an ordinary person, and his spirit was strong.

In addition, he was a high energy physics researcher in his past life. His understanding of the world was far beyond that of an ordinary person.

With the combination of both, he finally mastered the Scripture of the Wisdom Origin and the Omniscient Mirror.

His spirit was strong, and his cultivation time was much longer than that of an ordinary person. With the divine power, he could use his clairvoyance. Hence, his progress in the Minute Pulse Cleansing Technique was very fast. He could build the foundation in five years.

"Hehe … with that sword of yours, you can't even kill a chicken. What's the point of training?"

Chu Li suddenly sheathed his sword and scoffed, "Want to compete?"

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