Chapter 2

Studying the light screen for a long time, He Wuhate finally understood that not only had the Blood-Drinking Demon Blade come with him through the transmigration, but also the upgrade system from the *Blade Soul* game.

As long as he silently recited the name of the game *Blade Soul*, the light screen would appear in his mind, showing his character attributes and even his inventory.

However, the inventory section was grayed out. Based on his experience, it seemed that his level was not high enough to unlock the inventory.

The attribute panel showed that he was a Level 3 Warrior, which was his current strength. He guessed that if he were a Level 4 Warrior, his character attributes would clearly show Level 4 Warrior.

After a while of study, He Wuhate figured out many things and couldn't help but feel happy: "Haha, cultivation used to be an extremely difficult thing, but now it seems very simple for me! I just need to accumulate enough experience points to level up and become stronger!"

Because he inherited all the memories of the previous He Wuhate, he knew this was a world where martial power was supreme. Without powerful strength, one would not have a corresponding status and would not gain recognition and respect from others.

Of course, although many people could cultivate martial arts, many others chose to study literature, attending academies to prepare for the imperial examinations and serve the Qingyuan Kingdom.

However, He Wuhate was born into the Marquis of the State, and the best choice was to inherit the family business and become a brave and skilled general.

If he went to study and take the imperial examinations, it would not only tarnish the Marquis of the State's reputation, but also, due to the longstanding conflicts between the Marquis and the civil officials, his future would be very bleak.

Moreover, the previous He Wuhate was a useless and ignorant wastrel, even unable to remember the basic lessons of the Three-Character Classic and the Hundred Family Surnames. How could he be expected to study?

"Unable to cultivate martial arts, unable to study literature, I'm truly good for nothing!"

Lying on the bed, He Wuhate kept thinking: "Even with the Marquis of the State's golden reputation, I can live a life of idleness and debauchery as a wastrel. But Grandfather He Yaotian is already old, and the family is small. The nobles in Yujing City have long been eyeing the He family, hoping to crush it and join the ranks of the five great families."

"This incident is a clear sign that some nobles can't wait and have already started to act in secret. The previous He Wuhate was such a cowardly and useless person; he would have run away from Princess Mulianyu long ago. How could he have the courage to rape her? This must be a deliberate trap set by someone."

Thinking about these things, He Wuhate couldn't help but recall the events of that night.

The memory of that night was blurry, but what left the deepest impression on him was a pair of eyes that were cold and terrifying.

He clearly remembered that the disoriented He Wuhate had desperately pounced on Princess Mulianyu, grabbing and groping her. Princess Mulianyu showed no fear, her eyes filled with calm and a chilling aura.

Although He Wuhate's previous life was that of a commoner, he was not stupid and lived in a world of information explosion.

After coming here and understanding the situation, he calmly analyzed and felt that something was amiss, and it was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

As the Marquis of the State and the Grand Marshal, He Yaotian had personally supported the current emperor. In the Qingyuan Kingdom, he wielded immense power, and the He family was the first great family in the kingdom.

As the saying goes, a tall tree attracts the wind. The He family had long been a source of discontent for the other great families, and many nobles had been plotting to bring down the He family, stepping on them to rise to become one of the new five great families.

If the He family were thriving and powerful, these nobles would not dare to act rashly.

But now, the He family was small, and He Yaotian was old. The two geniuses of the second generation were one dead and one crippled. The third generation's He Wuhate was a wastrel, and although He Wuwei was diligent and talented in both literature and martial arts, he was still young and not yet a force to be reckoned with.

This was precisely why the nobles were becoming restless.

"This matter cannot be left unresolved. I have suffered a great loss, and I will not let it go. I must uncover the truth, avenge the previous He Wuhate, and fulfill his wish."

"After all, I am using his body and living the life of a wastrel with his identity. I must avenge him to find peace in my heart."

After thinking for a while, He Wuhate decided to investigate this matter and give the previous He Wuhate a fair judgment.

He was confident that he could handle this matter and revitalize the He family. Only if the He family continued to flourish could he live a life of arrogance and debauchery as a wastrel.

However, his current situation was dire. His martial power was abysmal, and his body had been weakened by alcohol and debauchery. It was questionable whether he could even live to thirty, let alone avenge the previous He Wuhate and revitalize the He family.

"I must become stronger! With powerful martial strength, I can live better. If the old man is no longer around in a few years and I am still weak, other nobles or those with ulterior motives will definitely take advantage of the situation and try to kill me."

"But how can I become stronger? Although I have the *Blade Soul* upgrade system, I can level up by killing monsters and gaining experience, but this is just a hypothesis and has not been verified. Moreover, where can I kill monsters to gain experience? This is the real world, not a game, and there is no dedicated map for leveling up."

Thinking this, He Wuhate picked up the Blood-Drinking Demon Blade, which was about three feet long, and examined it carefully.

Upon closer inspection, He Wuhate found that this seemingly unremarkable, pitch-black blade had a terrifying power and emitted a strange aura.

The Blood-Drinking Demon Blade was entirely black, about three feet and three inches long, with a blade width of four fingers. The unknown black material gave it a soul-devouring power, making one feel a chill after looking at it for a long time.

The handle was slightly curved, and when He Wuhate held it with his right hand, he felt that the grip was perfectly fitting and very comfortable.

The blade's lines were elegant and smooth, but they suddenly narrowed at the tip, forming a rounded curve and a sharp point. The back of the blade was the widest part, about five fingers wide, and had a wavy shape, giving it a strong sense of power.

However, the edge of this supreme treasure blade was not shiny and sharp like the rest of the blade, which made it seem less impressive and less sharp.

Looking at the dull edge, He Wuhate muttered in dissatisfaction, "Such a dull edge, what kind of divine weapon is this? It probably can't even kill a chicken!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously touched the edge of the blade with his finger, and a sharp pain immediately shot through his heart, making him frown and quickly pull his hand away. When he looked again, he saw that his finger had been cut open.

"Damn, this blade is too treacherous! It looks dull, but it's so sharp that it could cut hair with a breath. It's not an exaggeration to say it can cut hair with a breath."

As he spoke, He Wuhate really pulled out a strand of his hair, placed it on the edge of the blade, and blew lightly. The hair indeed broke.

"Ha, I didn't expect it to be a true divine weapon!"

In addition, He Wuhate discovered something even more bizarre. His finger had been cut, but no blood had flowed out.

He picked up the Blood-Drinking Demon Blade and examined it carefully, noticing two drops of blood on the blade that were visibly disappearing, as if being absorbed by the blade.

"The Blood-Drinking Demon Blade, a demon blade that drinks blood. This blade really does drink blood! It truly is a divine and demonic weapon."

This scene greatly improved He Wuhate's perception of the Blood-Drinking Demon Blade, and he began to like the weapon. However, one question still deeply troubled him and remained unsolved.

"Where can I find monsters to kill and gain experience?"

Based on his years of experience playing *Blade Soul*, low-level players would kill wild wolves, wild boars, and tigers to level up.

Higher-level players would kill demonic beasts, such as the Red Fire Wolf and the Whirlwind Tiger, which provided a lot of experience.

However, although demonic beasts existed in this world, they were extremely powerful, and ordinary martial artists dared not provoke them.

With He Wuhate's current strength as a Level 3 Warrior, facing any demonic beast, even the weakest Level 1 demonic beast, would mean certain death.

Therefore, even with the *Blade Soul* upgrade system, it was impossible for him to kill demonic beasts to level up.

"I can't kill demonic beasts, but can I kill wild beasts?"

"Although my current strength is low and my injuries are not yet healed, I can't go to the wilderness to kill wild beasts. However, in the southern district of Yujing City, there is a black market where various fierce beasts are sold. I'll go there and see if I can buy a few wild beasts to kill and level up."

With this thought, He Wuhate searched the room and finally gathered over six hundred taels of silver. He calculated that this amount would be enough to buy a few fierce beasts, so he changed his clothes and went out.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, two young and strong-looking guards ran up to him, respectfully asking, "Good morning, Young Master! Where are you going, Young Master? Your injuries are not fully healed, and the old master said you should rest in your room and not go out."

Seeing these two clever guards, He Wuhate recalled their names: one was called A Da, and the other was called A Er. They were both He Wuhate's lackeys, commonly known as flunkies.

These two guards were both Level 8 Warriors and were loyal to the previous He Wuhate. They had done many bad things with him and received countless benefits from him.

Thinking of this, He Wuhate couldn't help but smile, putting on the air of a wastrel, and pretended to be angry, "Hmph, you two dogs, do I need to report to you where I'm going?"

"Come, I'm taking you out to do some business."

As he spoke, He Wuhate walked out, casually pulling out two ten-tael silver notes from his sleeve and tossing them on the ground.

A Da and A Er immediately picked up the silver notes with joy and put them in their pockets, following He Wuhate with extreme flattery, fawning and flattering him nonstop.

Walking through the spacious and luxurious mansion, the servants passing by all bowed respectfully to He Wuhate.

Seeing the extremely fawning flunkies behind him, He Wuhate felt a surge of inexplicable pride and secretly thought, "Hehe, being a wastrel feels pretty good! I love this feeling of showing off. If I carry a birdcage in one hand and a fan in the other, I'll be even more like a wastrel."

"I've decided, I will be a domineering and arrogant wastrel for the rest of my life! Living as I please, being the ultimate tyrant!"