Chapter 1

As night approached, the cold crows cawed chaotically. (Novel)

In the forest, a teenager lay on the ground.

The teenager's name was Fang Heng, a son of an ordinary family at the foot of Taiqing Mountain.

“Didn’t I get hit by a car and die? How did I end up here?”

His eyes suddenly opened, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings, his face filled with confusion. Suddenly, Fang Heng felt a buzzing in his head, and countless images flooded his mind, making him faint again.

When he woke up again, everything was clear.

Fang Heng muttered to himself.

“Wu Zhe Continent, Wu Xuan Dynasty, Zhen Wu Sect, martial arts!”

“I... I actually transmigrated! And into someone with the same name and surname!”

In his previous life, Fang Heng was a young man on Earth. While shopping, he accidentally saw a speeding truck about to hit a little girl. In a panic, he pushed the girl out of the way but was hit by the truck himself. When he woke up again, he found himself in this world.

“Being reborn is a good thing, but according to the memories of this body, the original owner didn’t have a good life.” Fang Heng muttered.

In this world where the strong ruled, becoming a martial artist was not easy. First, one had to have the right aptitude and bloodline. The original Fang Heng had an extremely thin martial bloodline, yet he was determined to become a martial artist and enter the Zhen Wu Sect on Taiqing Mountain. He had been rejected multiple times, and this time, he was severely beaten by a gatekeeper disciple named Liu Tai, losing consciousness. That's when he was reborn into this body.

“Thin bloodline, huh?” Fang Heng muttered, “Forget it, I’ll find another way.”

Through the memories in his mind, Fang Heng knew that bloodline was crucial for a martial artist's cultivation. The bloodline of this body was extremely weak, so even if he practiced martial arts, it wouldn’t be very effective. He needed to find another path.

He brushed off the dust from his clothes and got up to leave. Suddenly, his body trembled, and he couldn’t muster any strength, collapsing to the ground.

“What’s happening!”

A sharp pain surged through him, as if steel needles were slowly piercing his entire body. Fang Heng trembled and looked at his exposed arm, but saw nothing unusual, yet the pain persisted.

“Could there be a problem inside my body?”

Thinking this, Fang Heng struggled to sit up and assumed the meditation posture he remembered, focusing his mind inward.

He saw a faint, dark red flow slowly moving beneath his originally dim bloodline. Threads of white spiritual energy were slowly seeping into his body through his skin, following the veins and converging towards the dark red flow.

“It’s a new bloodline! The pain is from the spiritual energy forcefully entering my body!”

Fang Heng was stunned. Through his memories, he knew that all martial artists in this world had only one bloodline, but now he had two!

Before he could think further, even more intense pain surged through him. Fang Heng closed his eyes and tried to activate his new bloodline. The surging spiritual energy immediately began to transform.

As the spiritual energy transformed, his internal energy rapidly increased, and waves of power surged through him. Suddenly, a loud boom echoed from within his body, and a powerful aura was released. Fang Heng was overjoyed, knowing that he had broken through to the first level of the Martial Disciple realm!

In this world, the basic cultivation realm for martial artists was the Martial Disciple, which was divided into nine levels. It was extremely difficult for ordinary people to advance each level. The original Fang Heng, with his thin bloodline, hadn’t even reached the first level, but he had broken through instantly!

Excited by the new bloodline’s power, Fang Heng opened his eyes and tried to stand up. However, the surrounding spiritual energy surged even more fiercely, and he felt his internal energy increase again. Another loud boom echoed, and this time, he not only broke through to the second level but also the third!

Breaking through three levels in an instant, if others saw this, they would probably drop their eyes in shock!

As the absorption of spiritual energy gradually slowed, Fang Heng finally opened his eyes and exhaled.

“Heh, that little waste, Fang Heng, is probably done for. Brother Liu’s hands aren’t light.”

“Better if he’s done for. That waste has no martial bloodline and still wants to enter the Zhen Wu Sect. If he gets in, what does that make us...”

The voices of two people in the distance reached Fang Heng’s ears, making him frown. Just as he turned his head to see who was speaking, he suddenly realized that the world around him had changed.

The world seemed much brighter, and he could see ants on tree trunks, the spiritual energy in the air, and even the figures of the two people in the distance.

“Hmm? It seems that with the improvement in realm, my senses have also improved. This new bloodline is incredible.” Fang Heng’s eyes changed. “But most people only have one bloodline. Those with two attributes in one bloodline are considered geniuses. I have two bloodlines, which is too strange. I can’t let others know. If asked, I’ll say I have a dual-attribute bloodline.”

Most martial artists had one attribute in their bloodline, and only a few had two. These people were considered geniuses in this world. Fang Heng’s new bloodline was powerful, so this excuse was appropriate.

With his plan set, Fang Heng coldly looked at the two people in the distance. “Waste? Humph, you’ll soon see who the real waste is!”

Turning, Fang Heng walked down the mountain.

According to the memories of the original Fang Heng, he knew that his father, Fang Xiaotian, had once been a disciple of the Zhen Wu Sect and was a famous genius in his time. Unfortunately, during a cultivation session, he suffered a mental breakdown, losing most of his cultivation. Since then, he had become depressed, married an ordinary woman, and had Fang Heng.

The original Fang Heng had always disliked his father because of his low bloodline concentration. His father often told him to give up martial arts and live a normal life, which Fang Heng found hard to accept.

Now, Fang Heng understood. After being beaten by Liu Tai, he realized that his father, Fang Xiaotian, had a deeper meaning. With a low bloodline concentration, even if he practiced martial arts, he would be destined to be bullied. It was better to live a normal life.

“But now, everything has changed!” Fang Heng’s eyes flashed with determination. With the power of the new bloodline, he believed that martial arts were no longer out of reach.

Soon, Fang Heng descended the mountain and arrived at his home. Pushing open the old wooden door, he immediately saw a woman with a slightly yellowish complexion—his mother, Peng Lian.

“Heng, how are you?”

The woman saw Fang Heng at the same time and immediately exclaimed.

“Mother, I’m fine.” Due to the memories of the original Fang Heng, he called her naturally.

“You’re fine! I heard from the villagers that you went to the Zhen Wu Sect again and were beaten by their disciples. Your father is so worried that he’s preparing to go to the Zhen Wu Sect to find you.” Peng Lian said, looking Fang Heng up and down to make sure he was really fine before relaxing and sighing.

“What about Father?”

“He’s in the inner room preparing things.” Peng Lian pointed to the inner room, and Fang Heng immediately went in.

As soon as he entered, he saw a middle-aged man who looked very much like him—his father, Fang Xiaotian. He was holding a long sword, clearly preparing to leave.

“Father.” Fang Heng was moved. His father, who was already in poor health, had immediately come to find him upon hearing he was injured, showing his deep concern. The original Fang Heng had been quite disrespectful.

“Hmm?” Fang Xiaotian turned and saw Fang Heng standing in front of him, his expression first relaxing, then immediately turning angry. “I’ve told you many times to live a normal life. Why don’t you listen and still go to the Zhen Wu Sect?”

“I know I was wrong, Father.” Fang Heng immediately knelt down, his eyes filled with genuine emotion.

“You...” Seeing Fang Heng’s actions, Fang Xiaotian was stunned. He hadn’t expected his son, who usually argued with him, to be so obedient and kneel to admit his mistake.

“Father, your old injury hasn’t healed. Don’t get angry anymore. I was foolish before, but from now on, I will respect you and Mother.” Fang Heng said earnestly to Fang Xiaotian.

Hearing his son’s words, Fang Xiaotian was stunned. His eyes quickly filled with tears, and he turned away, muttering, “I don’t know what’s wrong with you today. Alright, go wash up and eat.”

“Yes.” Fang Heng nodded and left.

In his previous life, Fang Heng was alone, but in this life, he had the memories of two people and would cherish his parents.

After dinner, Fang Heng returned to his small courtyard. The courtyard was surrounded by stone stumps and wooden dummies, which he used for training.

Standing in the center of the courtyard, Fang Heng’s body began to tremble, and his blood roared. Suddenly, he punched out.

“The First Form of the Overlord’s Three Techniques, Overlord’s Birth!”

Boom!

A strong wind blew, and the stone stumps in the courtyard exploded upon being hit by his punches, shattering into pieces!

“The Second Form, Breaking the Cauldron and Sinking the Boat!”

His fists struck again, and the powerful force caused a second shockwave. The wooden dummies behind the stone stumps were shattered by the force, and dust flew everywhere.

“The Third Form, Sounding the Retreat.”

With a low shout, Fang Heng’s figure moved like a ghostly shadow, instantly returning to his original position as if nothing had happened.

“What incredible power! It seems not only my cultivation speed has increased, but my understanding of martial arts has also improved rapidly!”

Looking at the destruction he had caused, Fang Heng was extremely excited. This was a sign that he had reached the peak of the Overlord’s Fist. For a martial artist, bloodline concentration was one thing, but the ability to understand martial arts was another. With this bloodline and understanding, the path of martial arts was now open to him!

Without wasting time, Fang Heng returned to his room to cultivate. In his mind, an image of the Overlord appeared.

This was the highest secret of the Overlord’s Fist, the Overlord’s Soul. It was said that only the most terrifying geniuses could visualize the secret of a martial art, and he had now achieved it.

Time passed like water. When Fang Heng opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright.

Moving his body, he felt his internal energy flowing and his blood surging. Fang Heng was stunned. Through his senses, he realized that his realm had broken through another level, reaching the fourth level of the Martial Disciple realm!

“What kind of bloodline do I have!” Fang Heng muttered. Breaking through four levels in just one day, this speed would shock many if it were known!

After a moment, Fang Heng’s eyes flashed. “No matter what, my aptitude is different now. I must enter the Zhen Wu Sect. The resources there are essential for me. Otherwise, having the aptitude alone is useless. If others ask, I’ll use the excuse I thought of yesterday.”

Making his decision, Fang Heng left without saying goodbye to his parents and headed towards the Zhen Wu Sect on Taiqing Mountain.