Chapter 5: Martial Monster

Inside a small house with few – if any – furnishings, a young man was exercising – or more precisely, practicing martial arts. His breath was steady and his face showed his focus. This man was Teng Jun, a little trainee guardsman of the Jian Clan, overlord of the Dolan region within the Zun State of Sena Kingdom.

Teng Jun, as a trainee, had only joined the workforce a few days ago, and was therefore one of the lowest ranks. Though… the Teng Jun of then was different from the Teng Jun of now. Something… special had happened in that time.

Teng Jun – the current one – is, in fact, a transmigrator who found himself in the original’s body. The two of them had merged, becoming one – though the transmigrated Teng Jun was dominant, thereby leading him to keep most of the traits of the transmigrator.

Because the original loved the martial way, Teng Jun had retained the original’s, which was extremely compatible with the transmigrator’s surprisingly supreme martial talent. The product? A monstrous martial maniac – Teng Jun.

Teng Jun had just finished practicing a set of exercises, wiping his sweat with a rag, “Tsk, tsk, who would have expected that I would be a prodigy? But…” His talent caused him to ponder, ‘Did I always have it, or is it my cheat? …I couldn’t have known with how peaceful my previous life was.’

‘No point in thinking about something unnecessary, what’s done is done. Focus on the present.’

Teng Jun put it at the back of his mind, concentrating on other problems, “With that said, this Wind Fist Technique is full of flaws. Should I ditch it and get another… or try fixing them?”

Little time trickles by before Teng Jun comes to a decision, “I should fix its flaws – for now at least. I don’t have any feasible way to currently get another martial art. Until then, I’ll have to make do with this and the cultivation art.”

Teng Jun picked up the basic manuscript for the technique and memorized all the points he could immediately fix – though they would need testing to be optimally corrected. Restless, he got to it, as time flowed.

The sun rose to the high skies, shining on the figures below. Teng Jun had just corrected many of the technique’s shortcomings, before deciding to head out for the last day of mandatory training.

‘I should think of a way to find some martial arts, after some food.’ Teng Jun headed to the lunch area, eating and exiting – the food already tasted horrible, he didn’t want to spend any more time than necessary.

‘The most straightforward way would be to make contributions to the Jian Clan. But in a world with cultivation like this, it would be best to stay low-key – at least until I have a strong backing. One I doubt this clan can provide. Another way is buying from the occasional merchant, but those are too far above my 10 silver paygrade. And bandits have too much of an unstable level of power.’

This put him in a pickle, ‘That leaves scouring around in hopes of something good – be that eavesdropping or socializing.’

Teng Jun wandered around, heading to the training field. There, a supervisor watched over as everyone gathered to train, his hands placed behind his back. A total of 100 new soldiers. With the increase given by his cultivation level, the supervisor could easily count the number of people that had shown up.

Unsurprisingly, no one wanted to play hooky, as everyone had arrived on time. The supervisor, after tallying, spoke while magnifying his voice with Qi.

“Listen up, rookies! You’ve been lounging around on these premises too long! A week has passed and the clan has decided that you’re all ready for some actual work! You’ll be sectioned into various 10-man units, with each unit’s 10^th member being a senior soldier! The last ten will be made up from the best of you rookies!”

When he’d finished speaking, the instructor pulled his hand from behind his back, holding up a paper – likely a list – and read aloud once more. “When I call your names, I expect you all to line up behind the 1^st person. Form a new line every 9 people…”

Soon, everyone was split into groups, with Teng Jun himself being part of the last 10. The original as a zealot for the martial arts, through hard work, was one of the best among the rookie soldiers. Compared to geniuses, he wasn’t anything special, however.

The groups were then given a specific route to memorise, which they would later patrol. The land under the Jian Clan, the Dolan Region, was quite large and consisted of a few cities. With the unlawfulness of the current era, bandits had managed to kill some soldiers when they patrolled the forests between the cities, though retribution from the Jian were swift.

The rookies were to patrol the outer districts, the poorer areas, for some experience. Afterwards, they would be sent to the more understaffed locations.

As Teng Jun and his teammates were heading to their specific route, they introduced themselves to each other. The one that started was a slim, muscular man who had striking green eyes and feminine looks.

His voice was high for a man and soft, but was clearly masculine, “We should greet each other, don’t ya think?” He looked around before continuing, “I’ll start, I'm Lee Ku, a 1^st level Forger. I joined the army to live a good life. And you all?”

The people around let out sounds of amazement. They were all only beginning their cultivation of the 1^st level – Skin Refining – none of them actually having reached that level.

While Lee Ku’s introduction was relatively simple, it did start conversation. Everyone began introducing themselves. When it came his turn, Teng Jun kept it simple, “My name is Teng Jun, I’ve only recently started cultivating.”

His deep voice and stern face created a cold persona to the other members of the group, causing them to find it difficult to approach him.

Once introductions were done, the group went on patrol. They came across the occasional conflict which – with their status – they easily solved. Teng Jun did not have any luck in his endeavor when he asked the others about martial arts.

Returning home in the late evening, Teng Jun focused again on the Wind Fist, making sure his flaws were minimal. By the time he’d had to sleep, he managed to feel satisfied with what he’d done.

Time passed. Two days later, Teng Jun could not find anymore flaws with the Wind Fist and had practiced to the point of complete mastery. He could start contemplating how he would cultivate.

“According to this book, I first have to refine my skin by circulating the Qi around the skin and infusing the Qi into it.” This was the 1^st level of Body Forging. “Afterwards comes my four sensory organs – eyes, ears, nose, and mouth – the 2^nd level. This continues on till the 9^th level where the Dantian is refined.” This was one of the reasons he did not immediately pursue cultivation.

“The goal of the Body Forging realm is to strengthen the entirety of the body for the higher realms.” When Teng Jun remembered this point, his brows furrowed, “And yet so much of the body is left alone. The brain, nerves, hair, blood vessels, not to mention a bunch of the inner organs.”

“From what I see, there's also nothing like Heaven blocking the way for cultivators, needing for them to breakthrough.”

“I’ll try cultivating the skin first. If my talents for cultivation are great, then I can try going further than what this book has.”

Teng Jun immediately started absorbing the Qi in the air, an instinctual ability of all creatures with wisdom in this world, and refined his skin according to the methods of the scripture.

‘Circulate my Qi around the surface meridians whilst looking inward.’ Yet another instinctual ability, the Inner Sight. It saved humans a lot of trouble in cultivation, allowing them to gain a vague image of what the inside of their bodies looked like. Teng Jun’s own was special, however, as he saw everything in HD, from the flowing blood, to the beating heart, and the working brain.

As Teng Jun was circulating his Qi, he noticed an uncomfortable feeling rising from within him. ‘What is this?’ he wondered in confusion. ‘Is there something wrong with my body?’

Teng Jun pushed on, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling. Soon, however, Teng Jun noticed something else amiss. ‘A lot of the Qi I’m circulating is going to waste, why is that?’ The puzzled Teng Jun was not given a break as he realised the uncomfortable feeling was rising.

‘This feeling… Nothing’s wrong with my body. Instead, something is making my mind feel uneasy.’ Eventually, the feeling annoyed Teng Jun too much that he stopped cultivating. Immediately, the uneasy feeling faded away.

An epiphany struck Teng Jun, ‘Could it be because I'm cultivating?’ Teng Jun decided to test his hypothesis. He started circulating Qi once again, after which the feeling returned.

‘Indeed! I was right! Why is this? Let me try deviating a little.’ Teng Jun started to veer off course from the circulation stated in the scripture. ‘Ugh.’ The uncomfortable feeling rose to new heights, causing Teng Jun to lose focus. But it also let Teng Jun grasp another point.

“Most of my Qi dispersed into the air when I chose that path. Could it be that the more uncomfortable, the worst the method for cultivation?” This led Teng Jun to exciting thought, “Then what about the opposite?”

Immediately, he restarted circulating Qi but this time he tested for which part of his body was least uncomfortable in the beginning. Rapidly, he combed through most of the pores and holes in his body, finding both comfortable and uncomfortable starting points for his circulation. His conjecture was proven right, as his skin absorbed most of the Qi like he wanted.

But this did not satisfy Teng Jun, as he still was not able to absorb all of the Qi he circulated in those parts. Unfortunately, it was too late, and Teng Jun was feeling horribly sleepy. He could only sigh as he got into bed, before drifting off to dreamland.

As the sun rose, Teng Jun woke up, ready for a new day of work and practice in this new world.

His group’s patrol time started at high noon, so he would have some free time to continue where he left off before. Teng Jun sat in the lotus position and began again.

Time passed and the sun shone its glaring light across the world.

Teng Jun had just managed to finally find the 1^st meridian he could cultivate in, located directly above the middle of his eyebrows, at the bottom of his forehead. With this, the options he would have to choose from once again had decreased tremendously.

Teng Jun continued his experimenting. By the time he left, he managed to go past two more points where the meridians connected to different pathways.

“Hello.” Teng Jun greeted his companions as they responded in kind. They began their patrol peacefully with time passing. Coming across some conflicts, the uniform representing their affiliation managed to stop all of the arguments.

Three-quarters through their patrol, Teng Jun and the rest were walking through a dark alley. Upon entering the alley, the patrol team came across a group of raggedly dressed misfits. Blade scars marred some of them, representative of their combat experience.

The men blocked the way, causing the vigilance of the patrol team to rise.

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Lee Ku, as the unwritten leader, came forward, “Step aside, we are the patrol team of the Jian Clan.”

The eight men did not adhere, instead speaking with mirth, “Or what?”

Lee Ku responded sternly as he drew his sword, “Don’t make us have to use force.”

The eight men looked at one another, before proceeding to laugh aloud, “Hahahahaha! Nice joke, nice joke!”

“Brothers, he thinks he can fight all eight of us! Ah-hahaha!”

“Poor guy, he doesn’t realize we’re at Skin Refining! HeheeHaha!”

The mention of their cultivation put the patrol team on edge. When someone refined one part of their body, in addition to said part being strengthened a great deal, the body as a whole would undergo a round of strengthening. As the skin was the largest and least dangerous organ to refine that the body had, the boost gained from refining it was tremendous.

The members of the patrol team were frightened, opting to step back. On the other hand, Teng Jun, Lee Ku, and another member stood their ground, ready to fight. From what Teng Jun remembered, this guy’s name was Fang Hua, and was pretty amiable. Within the first day, he had made friends with most of them.

The leader(?) of the rogues stepped forward, looking amusedly at the three of Teng Jun’s side. Pointing at Teng Jun and Lee Ku, he praised, “Ha! You're brave folk, the two of you.” His tone became filled with killing intent as he chuckled, “It’s too bad the world will lose such good people.”

The leading rogue pointed at Fang Hua, “And it’s cause of this bastard who dared to beat up one of my boys!”

Lee Ku kept his cool, and sternly responded, as he slowly leaned to run, “Do you really think the Jian Clan will let you off for killing us?”

The rogue started laughing afterwards, “Hahahaa! You think they’ll really care if some of you rookies die. We’ll just ditch town for a couple weeks! And then everything’ll be just fine! Nobody’ll remember you all, nobody will care!”

The lackies looked at their boss before rolling their eyes.

From the back came more rogues blocking off their escape route. Fang Hua chose to speak up at this time. His voice was calm and cold, different from how he normally acted, “Leave them alone, they have nothing to do with this.”

The rogues did not care, “Boys, teach them a lesson!”

The rogues dashed towards the patrol team. With no choice, the more cowardly members rushed forward, fighting with their lives on the line.

In the battlescape, the lower members were quickly beaten up, leaving Teng Jun, Fang Hua, and Lee Ku to fight against the 16 gangsters.

Teng Jun noticed something, however, ‘No one’s dead. Are they really trying to kill us?’

Surprisingly, the one who was doing the best was Fang Hua, who had a violet light shining around his skin. The light was the representation of how far a person had refined. From lowest to highest were gray, white, violet, and crimson – with crimson being the peak refinement achievable, representing a perfect foundation.

Lee Ku had a white light around his and was the one doing the worst, constantly taking damage. In between was Teng Jun himself who was just dodging – occasionally landing a jab or two.

Contrary to what he originally thought, as it turned out, Teng Jun’s blood boiled in battle. ‘I can’t believe fighting could feel so good!’

As time passed, Lee Ku was barely hanging on, and Fang Hua had taken out 6 of the men – a testament to his skill. Teng Jun himself, was becoming more and more proficient in on-the-spot combat – representative of his monstrous talent.

Teng Jun would use everything he could to finish the fight – from throwing dust in their face to kicking them behind the knee. All the while grasping their weaknesses and using it against them.

Soon, Lee Ku fell as well, leaving only Fang Hua and Teng Jun. Fang Hua took on the stronger white-shining Body Forgers while Teng Jun dealt with the lower levels.

Regaining himself from the high he was feeling and, in a bid not to attract attention, Teng Jun minimized the damage he took from his opponents’ blows whilst simultaneously acting like he was slowly being beaten up and would soon be defeated. By the time that there were few opponents left, Teng Jun pretended to fall to the ground in defeat.

After 20 minutes, the gangsters were lying on the ground with Teng Jun laying on the ground and Fang Hua the picture perfect of leisure.

Teng Jun, glancing at Fang Hua thought, ‘You aren’t a protagonist, are you!?’

Fang Hua stood over the leader, in askance, “Tell me, why did you come after me?”

Teng Jun looked at him, ‘You're telling me you don’t even know what you’ve done to them?’

The leader groaned up at Fang Hua, “The boss won’t stand for this… he’ll *ugh* make you pay… Just you wait.”

Fang Hua looked at the leader with ruthlessness, “Oh~, you dare threaten me. Tell me why I shouldn’t end your dog life right here and now.”

The leader panicked, “Wait! Why are you so ruthless!?” Afterwards, his face took on a shade of red, “Don’t tell me that you would have no honor! To think you would kill a man just to avoid paying your overdue rent!”

Fang Hua: ∑(°Д °;)

“What!?” Fang Hua was shocked – clearly in confusion. He asked hurriedly, “So you didn’t come here to kill me because I beat up your gang member?”

The leader: ∑(O Д O;)!?

“No!” He paused, looking at Fang Hua like there was a pit in his brain, “Fuck No! Why would we kill someone for that!?”

“Then your boss won’t come after me?”

“Well… he’ll send the guards to get you to leave the house.”

“And what if I don’t want to?”

“Then they’ll use force. If you die, then oh well.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“Yah.”

“Honto ni?”

“Wah?”

“Ah?”

Teng Jun felt that the people of this world were mentally retarded. Both this random grunt captain – and even more – this possible otherworlder.

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