"Brother Lu, Brother Lu, you are finally awake!"
In a somewhat dim room.
Lu Zixuan opens his eyes, his mind somewhat hazy. The sound of an anxious call resonates in his ears.
Brother? What brother?
"Brother Lu, are you okay? You haven't been shaken up by Su Yang, have you? I'm Zhang Heng, do you remember me?"
A youngster, appearing to be about fourteen or fifteen, garbed in a blue outfit, his face full of worry. He extends a hand, reaching out towards Lu Zixuan's forehead.
"Zhang Heng? Su Yang?"
Staring at Zhang Heng's approaching hand and his attire, Lu Zixuan's brows furrowed.
"This... frick, is this my hand? What's going on?!"
Lu Zixuan's hand reaches out, gripping Zhang Heng's arm. But when his palm touches Zhang Heng's arm, he suddenly realizes that something is off.
He is a young man in his twenties, muscular and vigorous. When had his palm become so small and tender?
"Brother Lu, Brother Lu?"
This time, Lu Zixuan is genuinely stunned. His eyes remain fixated on his own palm, and as his gaze slowly drifts towards his own body, he disregards Zhang Heng's shouts.
A shrunken palm!
The same blue outfit!
Moreover, his body has also become smaller!
"Is this me?!"
Lu Zixuan felt bewildered as he hastily grabbed the brass mirror on the table next to him. He looked at the fourteen or fifteen-year-old face reflected in the mirror, a face that was immature yet strikingly handsome, and mumbled to himself in disbelief.
"Could this be... am I in different timeline?!"
Putting the mirror down, Lu Zixuan touched his face, and it wasn’t until a minute later that he regained consciousness. Excitement sparked in his eyes, and his breathing also rushed.
Time travel. This is time travel!
He was clearly up all night gaming, so how did he end up in a different timeline?
Was he dreaming?!
"Hss... I'm not dreaming!"
Lu Zixuan pinched his arm, he couldn't help but gasp in reaction to the pain, but he became even more thrilled.
“I've traveled through time... I've actually traveled through time!”
He may have just muddled through in his previous life, but now that he had traveled through time, he wanted to rule and have alluring beauties surrounding him!
He demanded the best food and wine! And the most beautiful women!
Thinking about the web novels he had read in his past life, Lu Zixuan felt an adrenaline rush. His mind was filled with images of gorgeous women, all of them surrounding him, clad in low-cut palace dresses, showing off their thighs!
"Brother Lu, are you alright? After the beating you got from Su Yang, I thought you wouldn't wake up. Brother Lu, that Su Yang has the support of Manager Li. We can't afford to provoke him. Let's just endure it. Your life is the most important thing after all.”
There, Zhang Heng, seeing the occasional smile on Lu Zixuan's face, assumed Lu Zixuan was out of any significant distress.
Heaving a sigh of relief, he started to chatter incessantly towards Lu Zixuan.
"Suyang?"
Zhang Heng kept rambling on, which furrowed Lu Zixuan's brows. He suddenly felt that fragments of scattered memories in his head raced through, like meteors.
"Oh God, are you playing a joke on me?"
Lu Zixuan, captivated by these erratic memories, stepped out of his reverie and began examining them.
As he sifted through these memories, they gradually merged with him, allowing him to grasp the previous host's experiences quite accurately.
"Senior Brother Lu, what's wrong with you?"
However, after absorbing these memories, Lu Zixuan suddenly let out a loud yell. The cry was so alarming that it even carried traces of despair and resolution, startling Zhang Heng on the spot.
"When others cross over, they're either noble heirs or cultivation geniuses. Why am I, of all people, the one with the worst possible talent for cultivation?"
All of Lu Zixuan's magnificent dreams were obliterated instantly.
After integrating the memories of this body's original host, he tragically discovered that he was essentially a lost cause in terms of cultivation!
Further, he was bullied daily, dared not even breathe heavily, let alone retaliate - such wretchedness!
The world he was now in, known as the Martial God World, was exponentially larger than the Earth of his former life.
In this Martial God World, there were practitioners everywhere, who were so potent that they could slice through the void and obliterate the heavens and the earth.
Here, strength is paramount. Levels for cultivators are divided into Martial Novice, Martial Warrior, Martial Master, Martial General, Martial Marshall, Martial Monarch, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Venerable, Martial Emperor, Martial Saint and the legendary Martial God!
Each level is subdivided into nine tiers.
However, Lu Zixuan, the body he wields is just a janitor disciple of the Qingyang sect with extremely poor cultivation aptitude.
After four or five years of cultivation, he had not even become a Martial Novice, just a little stronger than the average person.
Meanwhile, Su Yang had already become a second-tier Martial Novice!
"Almighty heaven, are you kidding me? In my past life, I was a nobody. In this life, I miraculously reincarnated. Even if I can't have droves of beauties, at least give me one or two.
Now look at the situation, not only am I worthless, I've managed to provoke a second-tier Martial Novice. Is this your idea of making me die again?"
Lu Zixuan was cursing his luck. He had finally been able to reincarnate, reminiscent of the transmigration novels he had read in his past life, his blood boiled with excitement.
But his own reality was quite different. Not only had he become worthless, but he had also attracted a powerful individual who he could not defeat.
A second-tier Martial Novice, just a simple finger could squeeze him to death.
"Brother Lu, don't scare me, please don’t let anything happen to you. I'll go find some food for you first."
Zhang Heng was alarmed by Lu Zixuan's constant fretting, terribly worried for him.
Seeing that Lu Zixuan was excited just a moment ago and now seemed completely hopeless, he immediately spoke.
"Alas, am I doomed to continue this life as an obscured and unknown janitor disciple in the Qingyang sect?"
As Zhang Heng left, Lu Zixuan came out of his room and sat on a blue stone outside. He looked at the vast mountain range and let out a sigh, murmuring to himself.
His place of residence was on a mountainside of a peak in Qingyang Sect, a peak known as the Jade Blossom Peak.
Although the name sounded nice, Lu Zixuan had no time to care about whether it was good or not, it was his identity that he cared about!
A Qingyang Sect miscellaneous disciple, sounded nice when said one way, it meant he was a disciple, but if phrased unkindly, he was merely a common laborer.
However, compared to worldly menial laborers, Qingyang Sect's miscellaneous disciples had the chance to get their hands on some low-level martial arts methods.
Some miscellaneous disciples, if they performed well, could even have the chance to become inner sect disciples, or even core disciples.
But those kinds of opportunities, to Lu Zixuan, bore little difference from having none at all.
"Buzz, buzz."
Lu Zixuan sat on the bluestone, letting out sighs when suddenly a buzzing sound came, a fly, haphazardly fluttering around him.
"Even a fly comes to bully me, go to hell!"
The fly, buzzing and flying about wildly around Lu Zixuan, adding to his already irritable mood, and he swatted at it with a palm.
"If even you cannot be dealt with by me, I might as well be dead!"
The fly was smacked to the ground by Lu Zixuan’s slap, muttering as he stomped on it with a forceful step, squashing it dead.
"Ding!"
The moment Lu Zixuan squashed the fly, a crisp sound, akin to the ring of a silver bell, suddenly rang in his mind.
"Congratulations to Host 'Lu Zixuan' for activating the Upgrade System, would you like to view your attributes?"
"Congratulations to host 'Lu Zixuan' for slaying a fly, you have earned 0 exchange points and 0.01 Qi points."
"Congratulations to host 'Lu Zixuan' for acquiring the Gale Slash, do you wish to cultivate it?"
...
A series of such notifications echoed in Lu Zixuan's head, leaving him somewhat dazed.
A leveling-up system?
Isn't this from a game?
How did this thing appear in my head, could this be what they call the golden finger in those novels?
