Chapter 1

"Hit! Hit him to death!" Under the night sky in Tianjing City, which should have begun to quiet down, a noisy sound came from a dark alley.

"This kid really has the nerve of a leopard! He actually dared to offend Young Master Li!" Wang Qiang proudly took out his precious ZIPPO lighter, lit a cigarette for himself, and looked at the young man on the ground, who had been beaten to a pulp by his subordinates, with a mocking expression.

The young man's name is Luo Fan, a sophomore at Xiangnan University in Haisha City. No one knows what got into him, but this average-looking, average-background guy, perhaps with a short circuit in his brain, actually dared to pursue one of the four major beauties of Xiangnan University, Ye Fei, and even asked her out for dinner! What shocked everyone even more was that Ye Fei actually agreed!

Regardless of what happened next between the goddess and the nobody, whether there was progress or not, Luo Fan's tragedy was already set. Everyone knew that Vice Principal Li's son, Li Zekai, had been pursuing Ye Fei for over two years. Although Ye Fei never paid him any attention, Li Zekai had long considered Ye Fei his exclusive possession. Now, a nobody who suddenly appeared dared to pursue Ye Fei? And even dared to have dinner with her? It was a death wish.

Luo Fan couldn't remember how long he had been beaten, but it seemed several of his bones were broken. He could only protect his vital areas with all his might. In a daze, he seemed to hear someone say, "Alright! We're done! Let's go have some fun tonight!" After a commotion, everyone seemed to have left, leaving Luo Fan lying on the ground like a dead body, covered in blood. The blood flowed to a square pendant on his chest, and a green light emanated from it. Suddenly, the square pendant seemed to melt, turning into a liquid that fused into Luo Fan's chest. A "ding" sound was heard: "Master recognition successful, main character system activated, system matching... 20%, 40%, 80%, 100%, matching complete."

"Ding, suitable main character world detected. 1. The Return of the Condor Heroes 2. The Smiling, Proud Wanderer 3. Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils 4. The Fists of Fury... Please choose a main character world as soon as possible..."

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Ding! Host consciousness is unconscious, unable to make a choice, system will randomly select a world."

"Ding! The main character world selected is The Return of the Condor Heroes, starting the transition..."

"Ding! As this is the host's first transition, new player benefits are granted: 1. Free early arrival in the main character world by 6 years, 2. One new player gift package."

"Ding! Due to severe damage to the host's body, 2 years of energy required for early arrival will be deducted to repair the body."

...

Pain! A kind of indescribable pain enveloped his entire body, as if he was about to fall apart. Luo Fan gradually regained consciousness.

Opening his eyes, he saw a somewhat ancient room, a simple wooden bed, an old-fashioned quilt, and a wooden table and chairs with some carvings. The air was filled with a faint medicinal smell.

"Where am I?" Luo Fan sat up from the bed.

"My head hurts so much!"

"I remember I was cornered by a group of thugs and got beaten up. Did someone save me?"

"Hey! Young man, you're awake?" A voice came from outside the door. Luo Fan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young Taoist in a gray robe holding a bowl of black medicine. "You're really lucky to have survived after the Mongols massacred the village. My master happened to pass by and found you still alive, so he brought you back."

"What? The Mongols massacred the village?" Luo Fan was confused. "Did the Mongols rebel?"

"What do you mean by 'rebel'?" The young Taoist felt that Luo Fan's words were off the mark. In his view, the Mongols were neither a vassal state nor a subject of the Song Dynasty. Although they had been at war with the Song Dynasty, it couldn't be called a rebellion.

"If they didn't rebel, why did the Mongols dare to massacre the village? Aren't they afraid of the government's army suppressing them?"

"Which Zheng family? I've never heard of it." The young Taoist shook his head. "But speaking of those Mongol Tartars... spit! How could they not be afraid? These Mongol Tartars only dare to wreak havoc on the borders of our Song Dynasty. With their small numbers, they wouldn't stand a chance against our Song army. Unfortunately, my master and I arrived too late, or we would have given them a good lesson!" He even waved his fist as if he had really given the Mongols a good lesson.

"Song Dynasty! Mongol Tartars? What's going on? Could it be..." Luo Fan was a bit confused at this point. However, as a college student with a bit of a shut-in personality, he had read many novels and often imagined himself in a穿越situation. "Could it be my turn this time?"

However, Luo Fan naturally didn't dare to believe in such an absurd thing easily. He wanted to probe the young Taoist's words further, but stopped himself. If he asked some common knowledge questions like what era it was, he might be considered a fool. Luo Fan didn't want to make a fool of himself. After some thought, he got out of bed and quickly walked to the window.

"Whoosh!" The window opened, and a beam of sunlight shone in. In front of him was a bustling street, but the vehicles were not cars, but horse-drawn carriages! The people were dressed in long robes, with their hair tied up, and the buildings on the street were wooden houses with tiled roofs, and the road was paved with blue stone slabs.

"This..."

"Young man, no need to look! We are already at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. We arrived too late last night, and the bumpy ride was not good for your body, so we stayed at this inn. Now that you're awake, if you have a place to go, you can leave. If not, you can stay at Chongyang Palace and help with the fire and chores."

"Chongyang Palace? Could it be that I've traveled to The Return of the Condor Heroes?" Luo Fan's thoughts began to race. "The Return of the Condor Heroes? Not bad! Just that I was saved by these Taoists at Chongyang Palace... Why wasn't I saved by someone like Huang Yaoshi or Hong Qigong, so I could bow and beg for a master of supreme martial arts? But Chongyang Palace is not bad either. The internal martial arts are orthodox, and the great masters at a certain point often mention it, so it must have its unique aspects. And being a neighbor to Xiaolongnü, I might even develop a love story that transcends time and space!" Thinking of this, Luo Fan's eyes lit up, and he drooled all over the windowsill, looking as lecherous as possible. The young Taoist, Cui Zhifang, thought this young man might have gone mad due to the shock.

"Young man! Are you okay?"

"No, no... I'm fine..."

"Really fine?" Cui Zhifang looked at Luo Fan, who was still drooling, with disbelief. At this point, Luo Fan finally realized his inappropriate behavior, quickly wiped the drool from his mouth, and laughed awkwardly, "The weather is really nice today, isn't it?"

Cui Zhifang stared at Luo Fan suspiciously for a while but found nothing suspicious. He sighed in relief, "At least I didn't bring back a madman." They then exchanged names, and Luo Fan asked for the name of Cui Zhifang's master. Cui Zhifang then instructed Luo Fan to drink the medicine, tidy up, and prepare to set off.

"A disciple of Wang Chuyi." Upon hearing this, Luo Fan was a bit happy. Although the Seven True Ones of Quanzhen were not very impressive in The Return of the Condor Heroes, they were still the highest level in the Quanzhen Sect. Since the only choice now was Quanzhen, it was good to know a high-ranking person. However, how to impress one of the Seven True Ones to take him as a disciple?

"Cui Zhifang mentioned that the Mongols massacred the village. Perhaps avenging the village and protecting the country could be a good reason to learn martial arts, but it might not be enough to make Wang Chuyi take me as a disciple. He might just hand me over to some disciple, or even to someone like Zhao Zhijin, which would be a disaster. I'm not a kid like Yang Guo, and I can't win the sympathy of Old Lady Sun to join the Ancient Tomb. I wonder if age matters much in learning martial arts in this world. In most martial arts and fantasy worlds, it's said that after a certain age, the golden period for training is over, and achievements are limited. So, would I have to play the role of a waste character? Isn't it said that traveling has benefits? The benefits of a waste character are usually quite powerful. I wonder if I have any benefits, like a system?"

"Warning! The main character system's energy is severely insufficient. Please find new energy within five years, or the system will not function, and the host will be rejected by the world's power."

"Who! Who is speaking!" The sudden electronic voice in Luo Fan's mind scared him.

"Hello, host, the 0000000001 main character system is at your service."

"Damn! There really is a system?" Luo Fan was overjoyed and asked, "System, what can you do?"

"Hello, host, as long as you have enough points, the system has countless martial arts techniques, elixirs, treasures, and other items for you to exchange. There's nothing you can't imagine, and nothing I can't do. What are you waiting for? Come and exchange now!"

"Damn, are you running an ad?" Luo Fan quickly looked at the list of items the system provided, and found that they were indeed dazzling.

He first looked at the martial arts techniques: Nine Vajra Divine Seal, 300,000,000 points, Lotus Flower Holy Technique, 280,000,000 points...

"Seems a bit expensive. Let's look at the lower ones." Luo Fan scrolled down... Nine Yin Manual, 10,000 points, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, 10,000 points... Wudang Long Fist, 500 points, Basic Internal Martial Arts, 300 points...

"System, how many points do I have now?"

"You currently have 0 points."

"What?" Luo Fan was a bit upset, "So you're just showing me these to make me drool? As a new player, shouldn't you give me some starting capital?"

"You have a new player gift package that you haven't claimed. Do you want to claim it?"

"Of course, I want to claim it!" As soon as he said this, a white light flashed in front of Luo Fan, and an old wooden box fell to the ground.

Luo Fan quickly opened the box and found a blue-bound book inside.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained a high-level martial arts technique. Do you want to practice it?"

Luo Fan was overjoyed, thinking that he had obtained a high-level technique on his first try. It seemed that traveling really did bring good luck! "Do I want to practice it? Are you kidding me? Do I even need to ask?"

"Of course, I'll practice... Wait!"

Luo Fan saw the title of the book and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"Evil-Dispelling Sword Manual? Damn, are you playing with me! Luckily, I stopped myself from saying I would practice it. You brain-dead system, how can you do this to me?" Luo Fan was furious that the high-level technique he had drawn was the Evil-Dispelling Sword Manual. If the system had a physical form, he would have smashed it to pieces.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have learned the first level of the Evil-Dispelling Sword Manual."

"What?" Luo Fan suddenly felt something important was missing from below, and it felt cold. His heart sank as he touched below and found nothing.

"Damn! I never said I wanted to learn the Evil-Dispelling Sword Manual!" Luo Fan screamed to the sky, his expression full of misery, "Damn system, are you crazy? When did I say I wanted to practice the Evil-Dispelling Sword Manual?"

"Host, please do not doubt the system's intelligence. Although the system is currently only at the level of artificial intelligence, it can still distinguish whether you said you wanted to practice it or not!"

"Damn!" Luo Fan was in tears, banging his head on the ground, and shouting at the system, "Why didn't you say you were artificial intelligence earlier? I thought you were a real intelligence because you talked so smoothly!"

"Little Luo! Little Luo! Are you okay!" Hearing the shouting inside the room, Cui Zhifang rushed in and saw Luo Fan with disheveled hair, looking like a madman. Cui Zhifang quickly rushed forward and pressed Luo Fan's sleep point. He thought that Luo Fan had been fine earlier, but must have been shocked by something after he left. Pressing the sleep point would help calm him down. Since he had just gone mad, there might still be a chance to save him.

"Zhifang, what happened?" A middle-aged Taoist with a goatee and a ruddy complexion walked in.

Cui Zhifang saw it was Wang Chuyi and quickly answered respectfully, "Master, Little Luo seems to have been too grief-stricken, affecting his mind. I have pressed his sleep point, and perhaps after a good sleep, his mood will improve."

"En." Wang Chuyi stroked his beard, "If so, let's take him up the mountain together."

"Yes, Master!"