Chapter 1

Name: Leidao (18 years old)

Lifespan: One year, three months, and six days

Iron Sand Palm: Not yet initiated

Childhood Martial Art: Not yet initiated

Eagle Claw Technique: Not yet initiated

Zhao Family Long Fist: Not yet initiated

Liu Family Stabbing Foot: Not yet initiated

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Leidao looked at the data in front of him and felt a headache coming on.

Three days ago, when he had just transmigrated into this body, he discovered that it was suffering from tuberculosis, which was almost a death sentence in this era.

Although he had also gained a special ability, which was the illusory data that only he could see, this ability showed his remaining lifespan, and it decreased with each passing day.

His time was running out, after all, he still wanted to live!

Martial arts practice might be the only hope!

Although in these three days, Leidao had not yet discovered any true qi, internal energy, or other strange elements in this world, it was very similar to the ancient environment of the other world in his memory.

But practicing martial arts could at least strengthen his body.

This was the only way Leidao could think of to save himself.

However, how exactly should he practice martial arts? Or, which martial art should he practice? This was what stumped Leidao.

Leidao was the third young master of the Lei family, and the martial arts listed were all learned from the guards of the Lei family, though he had only learned a bit of the basics and had not practiced them at all.

If he were to practice martial arts step by step, with his sickly body, it would be impossible to achieve anything.

Therefore, in these three days, Leidao had been studying his transmigration ability, hoping to find a way to use this magical ability to help him practice martial arts.

However, after several days of study, Leidao still couldn't figure it out.

"Is it just showing my physical condition?"

If that were the case, this ability would be almost useless.

Although he hadn't thoroughly studied it, Leidao had found a bit of a direction.

"These martial arts all show 'not yet initiated.' Could it be that some changes will only occur after I initiate them?"

After thinking for three whole days, Leidao felt that this analysis was the most plausible.

But to initiate them would not be easy.

In the end, Leidao made a decision.

"Xiaoya, help me to the training ground."

Leidao called for his personal maid, Xiaoya, to support him as he headed to the training ground.

The Lei family mansion was very large, and as the "master" of the entire Lei family fortress, Leidao's living expenses were never lacking. Even after he fell ill, he had his own courtyard with over a dozen maids and servants at his beck and call.

Tuberculosis was contagious, and even in this era, people knew that.

However, the Lei family had the guidance of experts who, although they couldn't cure Leidao's illness, could control it to prevent others from being infected. Leidao, knowing the characteristics of tuberculosis, always wore a homemade "mask" when he went out, which looked quite strange.

Soon, as Leidao passed by a courtyard, he heard the faint sounds of shouts and the clashing of weapons from behind the high walls.

Leidao knew that inside was the training ground, where the shouts were from the Lei family guards practicing martial arts.

The Lei family was not an ordinary family; the entire Lei family fortress was like a town. However, most of the people in the town were tenant farmers of the Lei family, and most of the industries in the Lei family fortress belonged to the Lei family.

A powerful family!

The Lei family was a typical powerful family!

There was no government in the Lei family fortress; the government was in the county town. The orders of the government, once they left the county town, had to be enforced by powerful families like the Lei family, who represented the entire Lei family fortress!

As a powerful family, the Lei family naturally had its own military force, which were these guards. There were not many guards in the Lei family mansion, about fifty or so, but each one was strong and well-trained.

In the training ground, about a dozen burly guards were practicing their martial arts and building their strength, led by a middle-aged man with one eye.

"Uncle Zhang."

Leidao walked into the training ground and called out to the one-eyed man.

The one-eyed man was named Zhang Qinglong, the head of the Lei family guards. It was said that he had once been saved by Leidao's father and had since been devoted to the Lei family.

His Iron Sand Palm was something Leidao envied very much.

"Brother Dao, why are you here again?"

Zhang Qinglong's expression was very helpless.

This wasn't the first time Leidao had come. In fact, three days ago, Leidao had already come once, and he had continued to come in the following days.

The reason was only one: practicing martial arts!

How could a sickly person practice martial arts?

However, Zhang Qinglong didn't dare to say this out loud.

Leidao's eyes were determined, as if he had made up his mind. He said in a deep voice, "Uncle Zhang, a few days ago, I asked you if there were any martial arts manuals or techniques involving true qi and internal energy?"

"Brother Dao, there really aren't any. If you want to practice martial arts, there is only one way: to start from a young age, build your strength, and endure hardship. Even then, there's no guarantee of success. For example, my Iron Sand Palm took me twenty years to develop a bit of power, but a single slash of a blade can still penetrate it."

Zhang Qinglong tried his best to discourage Leidao from practicing martial arts.

A tuberculosis patient practicing martial arts? That was a joke!

If anything happened to Leidao, the family head would not let him off.

Leidao was very disappointed. This wasn't the first time he had asked such a question.

In these three days, he had already thoroughly investigated the world. It was a very ordinary world, similar to the ancient world of the other world, with no strange elements.

So-called martial arts were generally combat techniques that required building strength from a young age and enduring hardship.

Leidao wanted to practice martial arts to strengthen his body; he wanted to continue living!

Many data points appeared in front of Leidao, showing various martial arts. After three days of study, he knew exactly what he needed.

He needed martial arts that could strengthen his body, not just techniques.

Moreover, they needed to be easy to initiate.

After filtering through so many martial arts, only a few met Leidao's criteria, and the most suitable one was the Childhood Martial Art!

"Uncle Zhang, I've made up my mind. I must practice martial arts, starting with the Childhood Martial Art! And I know the rules; this is the teacher's gift!"

Leidao waved his hand, and a servant behind him presented several ingots of silver to Zhang Qinglong.

Zhang Qinglong was really helpless. He had only been making excuses to discourage Leidao from practicing martial arts. He didn't expect Leidao to be so determined and actually want to become a disciple.

After a long pause, Zhang Qinglong gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Dao, take these things back. When the family head saved my life, my life became the Lei family's. Teaching you some martial arts is nothing, especially since it's not a secret technique."

Indeed, Zhang Qinglong was a martial artist and had reached a certain level, with some accomplishments. But the Childhood Martial Art was not a secret technique, and with the Lei family's resources, they could easily find many martial arts instructors to teach Leidao.

"The teacher's gift cannot be omitted, Uncle Zhang, please accept it."

Leidao didn't care about these things, but they were necessary for his survival.

Zhang Qinglong didn't look at the silver but said in a serious voice, "If Brother Dao really wants to practice martial arts, that's fine, but the Childhood Martial Art is a bit special. Let me ask you, Brother Dao, are you still a virgin?"