Chapter 1

"Ah, what a pity, although the young master is despicable and shameless, he has been good to us. How could his meridians be severed..."

"Yes, with his meridians severed, he's become a useless person..."

"Back then, the young master's talent for cultivation was even a bit stronger than the eldest master's, and now he's become a useless person..."

"..."

The sighs and sympathy around him seemed to have no effect on a young man. Yi Feng still wore a slightly evil smile, the corners of his lips curling up, his bright eyes full of a carefree attitude.

Five years ago, he survived the severing of his meridians, an event that left everyone in disbelief, but he was forced to become a useless person, one who would be despised by others as soon as he stepped out.

However, there's always a way out in the world. The former useless person was no longer useless. He had been missing for five years, and the growth during these five years gave him pride and capital. He no longer bothered to argue about the title of a useless person.

Yi Feng had been in this continent for seven years, experiencing so much that he no longer cared about such idle talk.

That's right, Yi Feng was a穿越者 (穿越者 means someone who has traveled through time or space, often used in the context of a person from the modern world who finds themselves in a fantasy or historical setting. In this context, it can be translated as "transmigrator" or "穿越者"). He never thought that a group of friends, in a drunken state, would insist on celebrating the wedding, sneaking into the newlyweds' room. As the best man, Yi Feng was naturally the first to be dragged in.

But who would have thought that just as Yi Feng burst into the newlyweds' room, he was tripped by a wire, which fell on the drunken Yi Feng. There was no pain, and he didn't see God, but he was thrown into this strange world.

Yi Feng once suspected that God, the bastard, might have been afraid that his wife would be seduced and left, so he threw him into this world.

It must be for this reason. I'm so handsome, God must have been worried. After thinking for a long time, Yi Feng could only find this reason. He shook his head with a bitter smile and said helplessly, "The old folks were right, disturbing someone's wedding night will bring down a thunderbolt, but it shouldn't just hit me..."

"Damn friends. I always said: if I have the chance, I'll give you a big gift for your second wedding. Uh... although I was thinking you wouldn't have a second wedding. But this big gift came early, damn it, I used my own funeral to celebrate your wedding, who's that cool!"

Thinking about this, a slight evil smile appeared on Yi Feng's face again. Transmigrating here wasn't entirely bad. At least he was much younger at the beginning, and even after almost seven years, he still looked like a young man.

Seven years ago, when he first transmigrated here, Yi Feng thought he had arrived in some ancient dynasty, but gradually he realized that this world was different from any dynasty he knew.

This was a new world called the Qilan Continent. It was a world of martial artists, although there were also people called poets, painters, dancers, doctors, and even mysterious soul capturers. But among these, martial artists were the true elite.

When a martial artist's strength reached a certain level, they could be called a Martial Lord or a Painting Lord. The title of Lord, usually reserved for emperors, was used to describe a martial artist and was widely accepted, which shows the influence of martial artists in this world.

With their personal strength, they could stand on equal footing with the emperor of an empire. This world was a place where the strong preyed on the weak, and strength was the ultimate measure.

Yi Feng once thought he was very lucky to transmigrate into a martial artist's family and be called a martial talent as a child.

But he never expected that two years later, an assassin's palm would sever his meridians, making him a useless person. He then endured the insults of the world, with all kinds of harsh words filling his mind, even insulting his parents from his previous life. His parents would not tolerate such insults.

Thinking about this, Yi Feng felt his anger almost bursting out.

After Yi Feng became a useless person, his father's attitude towards him changed drastically, wishing to kill him to erase the stain. This was the reason Yi Feng disappeared for five years.

During these five years, he endured so much, and there were two times when he suffered so much that he wished he were dead. A modern person had never endured such torment.

What made Yi Feng hate even more was that the assassin's target was actually her. Thinking about her beauty and her kindness to him, the thought that someone wanted to assassinate her made Yi Feng want to drink their blood and tear out their tendons.

All of this increased Yi Feng's anger, and after five years of investigation, he knew the identity of the assassin and the powerful force behind him, which could rival a country.

But this did not stop Yi Feng's desire for revenge.

"Scum, I will cut you piece by piece and torture you to death." Yi Feng made up his mind, then shook his head slightly to dispel the anger in his mind.

Lazily putting his hand in his pocket, Yi Feng was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head with a bitter smile: "It seems I still haven't adapted to this world. Where would there be cigarettes on this continent? Ah, what a pity, if I had cigarettes, I could charm all the girls with my cool smoking pose."

Yi Feng arrogantly held a twig in his mouth, looking at the passing servants with a showy air.

"Little master, twigs are dirty," a servant finally came over to remind him.

"Have you noticed how cool I look like this?" Yi Feng asked, forcing a smile.

"Little master, are you having a facial spasm?"

"Ha... ha..." Yi Feng's blood boiled, and he glared at the servant, who was considered the most honest in the household, and spat out a word, "Get lost..."

Back then, on a dark and windy night, Yi Feng, dressed in a sharp outfit, with a melancholic look, messy hair, a Tom Cruise smile, a scruffy beard, a wallet with a few coins, and half a pack of cigarettes, made countless women who passed by scream. The screams were as loud as those at a superstar's concert. Some people even fainted. Ah, what charm!

Although he was later arrested for disturbing the peace, his handsomeness was undeniable. Why else would women faint? What? Scared? If you say scared, I'll beat you.

"Even without cigarettes, a man as cool as me will still be betrayed. I guess I need to be more low-key in this world." Yi Feng muttered to himself, then put both hands into his wide robe, leaning against the door frame in a carefree, lazy posture, looking at the people passing by, and took a deep breath: "Well, since I'm in this world, I might as well live it to the fullest. Besides, I have to destroy that bastard assassin's sect."

"Life is really damn fun, because it keeps playing tricks on me. Damn God, I'll curse you..." Yi Feng raised a middle finger to the sky and cursed loudly.

This roar made everyone around him turn to look at Yi Feng, and the noisy space instantly fell silent, as if time had frozen.

"That useless little master is having a seizure again..." All the servants shivered and quickly kept their distance from Yi Feng.

Yi Feng was taken aback and explained with a bitter smile, "I'm not having a seizure."

Nonsense, have you ever heard a lunatic say they're not a lunatic? The servants moved even faster.

...

"Master Yi Liu, you're here!" A servant's respectful voice brought Yi Feng back to his senses. He turned to see a young man in his twenties walking towards him with a cheerful stride.

The young man was robust, with a slightly evil charm, clear eyes, and a handsome face. It was no wonder he often managed to seduce the courtesans on the pleasure boats.

"Brother, I'm glad our father is surnamed Yi, not Jiu!" Yi Feng slightly adjusted his lazy posture and teased with a smile.

Yi Liu was slightly taken aback, then shook his head with a bitter smile. Despite being separated for five years, his little brother's eccentric words often left him at a loss. According to his explanation, being surnamed Yi meant being first-class, while being surnamed Jiu meant being ninth-class.

"Little brother, you haven't changed at all. But..." Yi Liu looked Yi Feng up and down, and the lazy posture that exuded from him made him say helplessly, "If Father sees you like this, he'll scold you again."

Yi Feng smiled slightly and said softly, "Brother, you're not here to learn from Father. What could make you leave the pleasure boats?"

Yi Liu looked at his little brother and sighed, his eyes showing a hint of regret. This lazy and carefree appearance made him feel sympathetic.

Yi Feng was originally a talented spirit practitioner, but an incident severed his meridians. He survived in a way that left everyone in disbelief, but he was no longer a spirit practitioner. In simple terms, he was a useless person. A useless person in a world where the strong prey on the weak would find life very difficult.

"Little brother! Even if you can't become a martial artist, you can still pursue a literary career. There are many powerful ministers in history who were physically weak." Yi Liu's tone was low, but it conveyed sincerity and determination.

Yi Feng smiled slowly, his lips curling up, and said carelessly, "Brother, what level of martial artist are you now?"

"Third-rank Human Level!" Yi Liu thought for a moment and answered honestly.

Yi Feng, who was picking his nails, paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his mind. Third-rank Human Level, it seemed his brother had grown quite fast. In this small city, he could dominate among the young generation.

In this world, everyone was considered a spirit body, with spirit referring to the soul and body referring to the physical form. Therefore, they cultivated both the soul and the body.

Spirit practitioners were divided into ten levels: Child Level, Scholar Level, Human Level, Master Level, General Level, King Level, Venerable Level, Lord Level, Saint Level, and the legendary God Level. Each level was further divided into nine ranks.

Yi Feng seemed to understand why his brother's fondness for the pleasure boats was never questioned by their father. A third-rank Human Level achievement was impressive enough to earn his father's approval.

Yi Feng thought evilly: Should I beat my brother up to keep him from getting too arrogant, hehe.

Yi Liu secretly observed Yi Feng's expression, seeing the evil smile on his face, he shivered, but also felt more curious. His little brother was so different. Although he couldn't become a martial artist, he should have been disappointed upon hearing such news, but he remained calm. Could it be that his willpower had been tempered to the point of being unperturbed by praise or blame?

"Little brother, can you really not tell me where you've been for the past five years?"

"Tell you? I'm afraid you'll be jealous and slit your throat with a knife." Yi Feng said with a smile. His past five years were complicated, and his identity couldn't be revealed to Yi Liu.

Yi Liu looked at Yi Feng with disdain: Nonsense, is there anything in this world that would make me jealous enough to slit my throat?

However, Yi Liu became even more curious. What did his little brother do for the past five years? He felt that this kid was infinitely mysterious, and even he, who was considered a genius, felt inferior in comparison.

"Little brother, do you think I want to know?" Yi Feng said disdainfully, "I'm here to tell you some good news. Cousin Qin is back, she should be in the front hall now."

"Whoosh..."

With a hurried sound, Yi Feng suddenly stood up, his lazy posture completely gone. A beautiful figure flashed in his mind, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I wonder what you look like after five years. Have you grown into a beauty that can captivate everyone?" Yi Feng muttered to himself, his smile growing. A sense of anticipation, and even a hint of nervousness, rose in his heart.

Yi Feng's complete disappearance of laziness made Yi Liu laugh bitterly: "Perhaps only Cousin Qin can change Little Brother's lazy attitude."

However, Yi Liu didn't notice that Yi Feng, who should have been a useless person, ran at a speed that a useless person shouldn't have.

Yi Feng stopped abruptly at the door, and in Yi Liu's confusion, he turned around, suddenly pulled out an item from his chest, and threw it to Yi Liu in a curved trajectory.

"Brother, catch it..."

Looking at the thin, ancient book in his hand, the yellowed and slightly damaged pages made Yi Liu frown, but he still straightened the book and glanced at it curiously.

But immediately, he exclaimed in shock, "Low-rank Sun Level martial technique!"

Yi Liu's eyes widened, and he looked again in disbelief. The words on the cover finally convinced him.

Yi Liu's heart, the size of a fist, pounded rapidly, as if hit by a storm. He couldn't calm down for a long time. A Sun Level technique, how many people would fight over it.

"This little brother of mine is indeed mysterious. But what did he do for the past five years?" Yi Liu was helpless. Yi Feng wouldn't say, and he had no way to find out.

Even though he was the older brother, the fact that Yi Feng casually threw a Low-rank Sun Level technique at him was too impressive. This was something people would fight over.

Yi Liu shook his head, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. Looking at the poorly preserved secret manual in his hand, he felt both elated and deeply helpless.

"Perhaps only Cousin Qin can get some information about his past five years."