[Year 52, Age 70.]
[Drawing Entry...]
[Triggered the pity guarantee for 'The Older, The Luckier'!]
[Draw Successful!]
['Hard Work Pays Off' (Green): When you persevere in doing one thing, you will definitely gain something, though not necessarily much.]
[Do you wish to adjust the Entry?]
[Yes/No]
"You really can't beat the effects of a Rare Entry!"
Thanks to 'The Older, The Luckier', otherwise with the 0.9% draw rate for Rare Entries, he could have drawn until he died without seeing another one.
Needless to say, this Entry had to be used; it would be a huge help!
[You replaced 'The Older, The Luckier' with 'Hard Work Pays Off'.]
[Ten years of practice, returning still a mortal.]
[Niu Dadan's grandson has been born, yet you still persist in coming to the drill grounds of the Thunderclap Martial Arts Hall every day, practicing diligently and painstakingly.]
[Unlike others who learn martial arts techniques and spar in combat.]
[You basically play single-player, practicing only one external skill, the 'Wild Bull Strength'.]
[Ten years have passed. Although your Blood Qi has improved, it still hasn't reached the standard of a martial artist.]
[At first, Niu Dadan collected tuition from you, but later he let it go.]
[Respecting the old and cherishing the young, after all.]
[Having an elder in the house is like having a treasure.]
[With you as a mascot, the Thunderclap Martial Arts Hall became a 'check-in' spot for many people in the surrounding counties, serving as disguised advertising for the hall.]
["Apprentices! Look! This is Grandpa Chen Dong, who started cultivating the Martial Way at sixty. Now at seventy, he still hasn't stepped into the Martial Way!"]
[Niu Dadan's son, Niu Youqian, is now the master of the Thunderclap Martial Arts Hall, mainly responsible for recruiting apprentices.]
[Today, another batch of newcomers arrived, and Niu Youqian is using you as material to pump some motivation into the rookies.]
["What can we see from Grandpa Chen?
Ah~ Correct! Regardless of whether one can succeed in cultivating the Martial Way, one must take that step. Even if you are like him, marking time at seventy, at least you won't regret having tried!"]
[Just as he was speaking, you, in the middle of your practice, felt a warm current in your Dantian and shouted excitedly.]
["Master! I've entered the Body Refining Realm!"]
[Niu Dadan walked over to check your pulse and found it to be true.]
[Niu Youqian immediately changed his tune.]
["Ah~ Correct! Grandpa Chen started cultivating the Martial Way at sixty and still succeeded. You thirteen or fourteen-year-old kids, what reason do you have to fail? Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets their mind to it!"]
[Niu Dadan was genuinely happy for you.]
[That evening, he kept you at the martial hall for a family banquet.]
["Uncle Chen, actually, I've heard your story too. The taste of the food at the Yuelai Inn back then was famous across our ten villages and eight townships! It's a pity..."]
[Speaking of the sorrowful parts, even as an outsider, Niu Dadan's eyes reddened at your experiences.]
["Although I don't know why you want to torment yourself at this age by coming here to practice martial arts, I wish you a long life and good health! From now on, the martial hall is your home. I'll open up a small room for you; just stay here."]
[After more than ten years, you once again felt the warmth of a home.]
[However, you still haven't forgotten the mission of this life.]
[Draw more Entries! Practice more martial arts! Inherit as much as possible after the simulation ends!]
[You know your Root Bone is low, and your age is too advanced, making your cultivation speed extremely slow.]
[So, you don't waste time learning martial techniques, focusing only on external skills to boost Blood Qi.]
[Year after year, practicing at sunrise, resting at sunset.]
[Balancing work and rest, focusing on health.]
[That head full of white hair actually briefly turned black.]
[Year 61, Age 79.]
[After entering the Martial Way, your cultivation improved slowly, now reaching Body Refining Stage 3.]
[Although you haven't experienced demons, wars, or disasters caused by martial artists in these years, your body still uncontrollably slid into the abyss of decay.]
[The Martial Way could only give you a brief rejuvenation; it could not stop your frantic pace towards old age.]
[A sudden severe illness left you paralyzed in bed, unable to practice anymore.]
[Niu Dadan has grown old too.]
[The martial hall's business was impacted by Martial Sects; unable to recruit students, it is on the verge of bankruptcy.]
[Fortunately, he made some money accepting apprentices in his early years.]
[He hired a servant to take care of your daily needs.]
[Today, hearing that your condition wasn't good, he hurriedly came to visit you.]
["Uncle Chen, how are you feeling today?"]
["Dying soon."]
[You looked at the Entry draw countdown before your eyes, only hoping you could die slowly enough to draw the age eighty guarantee.]
["Don't talk nonsense, you're going to live to a hundred!"]
["Dadan, living to a hundred isn't that easy. I lost my spouse in middle age, the white-haired burying the black-haired. The livelihood of a lifetime was destroyed in a day. My heart has long been riddled with holes..."]
[Outside the house, the cold wind howled, and heavy snow drifted.]
[Niu Dadan looked at the snowy season and sighed with emotion.]
["Uncle Chen, in this life, days of suffering are the main theme, while happy times are just the interlude..."]
[Niu Dadan held your wrinkled hand, feeling your gradually cooling body temperature.]
[Year 62, Age 80.]
[Starting Entry draw...]
[Triggered the pity guarantee for 'The Older, The Luckier'!]
[Draw Successful!]
['Serious Punch' (Green): When you do not use martial arts techniques and use normal punches and kicks, destructive power increases up to 10 times, and you will not suffer fractures from recoil! However, one hair will fall out each time.]
[Do you wish to adjust the Entry?]
[Yes/No]
"Amazing! He literally hung onto one breath and lasted until the moment he turned eighty!"
Outside the simulation, Chen Yi couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up.
Such a dedicated 'me' was truly rare to see!
However, this life of his was indeed too bitter.
He hoped that in the next life, having a foundation in the Martial Way, he could simulate a bit more comfortably.
[You chose No.]
[You died of old age.]
[Simulation Evaluation:]
[Leaping into the frigid river, tossing in the waves,
The mortal world buries the fading lamp time and again.
A withered branch at sixty meets the spring breeze,
Still throwing fists at the heavens, making its voice heard!]
[Congratulations, you have obtained the following inheritances:]
[1. Sixty-two years of travel memories;]
[2. Cultivation base of Body Refining Stage 3;]
[3. 'Serious Punch' (Green), 'Hard Work Pays Off' (Green), 'The Older, The Luckier' (Green), 'Low-Grade Root Bone' (Green), 'Chicken You're So Beautiful' (White), 'White Stripe in the Waves' (White)... totaling sixty-two Entries;]
[4. External Skill 'Wild Bull Strength' (Beginner).]
The rewards arrived instantly!
Chen Yi only felt a warm current suddenly surge within his Dantian.
His whole body was liberated from fatigue and hardship, as if he had inexhaustible strength; his entire vigor and spirit were elevated significantly!
"Is this the feeling of a martial artist..."
The sixty-three years of life experience also flashed before his eyes like a cinematic reel.
Although there were extra memories in his mind, it was like having watched a movie.
He could remember every detail in the movie, but he wouldn't possess painful memories because the protagonist was injured, nor sad memories because of separation.
Only the events, no emotions.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
