Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 1: No Lightning Explosions!

In the eleventh month of the third year of the Xihe era of the Great Qi Dynasty.

The night was as dark as spilled ink, dull and pitch black.

In Jeju Island, Yuha County, Waja Township, a lone house stands on the edge of a field. The rotten wooden door is not closed tightly, and the wind creaks as it blows in, like the groans of an old man before he dies.

The window paper of the second-floor attic had several holes, and in the dim light, one could see a crooked wooden table. Cobwebs covered in dust were visible in the corner, and tattered cloth swayed in the wind, casting shadows on the ground that were sometimes long and sometimes short, making it look as if someone was walking with their arms hanging down.

A pale-faced boy stood timidly in the corner, his terrified gaze sweeping across the room.

He lit a candle and placed it on the table; the flame flickered.

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A faint sob escaped from a crack in the window; it was impossible to tell if it was the wind or something hidden somewhere on the beam sighing. The air itself was damp and musty, and the cold felt like ice clinging to one's bones.

The candlelight flickered, and the room was suddenly filled with both light and darkness.

The boy instantly sprang to attention and scrambled under the bed, as if this narrow space could bring him a sense of security.

"Could it really be a ghost?"
"Even if there is a ghost, he shouldn't be able to find me if I hide here."

The boy's palms and soles were sweating, and his back was chilling. He kept telling himself to be brave.

Just then, a slight noise came from outside.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
It looked like something was going upstairs.

The sound of people going upstairs disappeared in a short while.

The boy was puzzled as to why the ghost made a rhythmic thumping sound when it walked, but before he could think about it, he vaguely sensed that the ghost was looking around the room through the dilapidated wooden door of the attic, searching for a living person.

"Where are you?"

A dry, cold voice rang out, startling the boy.

The window had been opened at some point, and a cold draft instantly filled the entire room.

With a "whoosh," the flickering candle finally went out completely.

The boy's clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

His face turned pale with fright. He held his breath, trying his best to hide himself, while closing his eyes tightly and silently hoping that the ghost in the room would leave soon.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound echoed in the room.

It seems that the ghost is searching everywhere.

The boy's heart was in his throat.

However, the 'thump, thump, thump' sound gradually disappeared.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a surge of joy. Luckily, he had hidden under the bed, and the ghost hadn't found him and left.

Thinking that the ghost should have already left, the boy felt much more relaxed.

"Hey, found you! So you were hiding here."

A cold, damp sound suddenly rang in my ears.

The boy's hair stood on end, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

The instant he opened his eyes, he was horrified to see a bloodied and mangled face.
Yangjia Village, Wazi Township.

Yang Jing sat on an old square stool at the entrance of the main house, staring blankly at his own courtyard, which was both strange and somewhat familiar.

The main house, along with the side rooms on both sides, has a total of five or six rooms, but the paint on the doors and windows has long since peeled off, revealing the dark wood underneath.

Scenes flashed through Yang Jing's mind, making him feel somewhat dazed for a moment.

He transmigrated. In his previous life, he had a stroke of luck on the street and ended up in this world similar to ancient China, where he became a farmer's son who became an apprentice in a martial arts school.

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At that moment, the courtyard gate was pushed open from the outside.

A slightly plump woman dressed in coarse linen clothes walked in, carefully holding a lotus leaf in her hands, and a faint aroma of meat wafted out from between the leaves.

"Jing'er, are you feeling any better?" the woman asked, seeing her son sitting at the door.

"Much better, Mother," Yang Jing said.

This woman was his mother in this world, Liu Cuiling. Years of hard work had made her skin dark and rough. At this moment, fine beads of sweat glistened on her forehead in the sunlight.

"Mom went to the market and bought some pork ribs. I'll give you some tonic later." Liu Cuiling said, and then walked straight to the kitchen.

"Thank you, Mother," Yang Jing said with a fawning smile.

"Hmph, brat, let's see if you dare to make promises so carelessly again." Liu Cuiling muttered in the kitchen.

Yang Jing knew his mother harbored a lot of resentment.

However, as the saying goes, every gain has its loss. It was precisely the original owner's recklessness that led him to transmigrate and take over this body.

Half a month ago, the original owner asked the martial arts school master for leave and went home to get the money for next month's expenses. It just so happened that her aunt came back to her parents' home.

Knowing that the original owner had joined the county's martial arts school and was now quite skilled, the aunt asked the original owner to go to her uncle's ancestral home to see if it was really haunted.

The original owner of this body considered himself to have abundant qi and blood, and did not believe in ghosts and gods. After being flattered by his aunt, he agreed without regard for his mother's objections.

Then that very night, she was scared to death in her uncle's ancestral home.

Then Yang Jingcai transmigrated.

So, to others, Yang Jing had simply fainted from fright. However, for the past two weeks, knowing that Yang Jing had been recuperating, his aunt and uncle hadn't visited him once, which naturally angered his mother.

"That thing is strange, is it really a ghost?"

In Yang Jing's mind, the bloody and mangled ghost face from the original owner's memories appeared.

No wonder the original owner was terrified; that face was indeed disgusting and horrifying.

As he recalled the events, more and more scenes came to mind.

The original owner's family owned more than 20 acres of land and lived a relatively comfortable life, as could be seen from this spacious farmhouse. However, later, in order to support the original owner's martial arts training, the cost of apprenticeship fees, medicine fees, living expenses, etc., everything that could be sold in the house was sold off, which is why the courtyard looked empty, the paint on the doors and windows was peeling off, and there was never enough money to repair it.

"Ugh."

Yang Jing sighed inwardly.

He inherited the original owner's memories and knew that the entire family had exhausted all their resources to support the original owner's martial arts training. In the eyes of the family, the original owner was a prodigy and the pride of the whole family.

But Yang Jing knew that the original owner of this body was only mediocre in talent and did not work hard in the martial arts school. He spent his days drinking and having fun with a few other martial arts school disciples who did not work hard in their training. Only when he went home to ask for money did he lie to his family about how hard he worked in the martial arts school, what progress he had made, and how he had gained the attention of his teachers and the respect of his fellow disciples.

Yang Jing was speechless.

The original owner of the body had grandparents, father, and mother all hoping that he could pass the imperial examination and become a high-ranking official. Even if he only had a minor official position, it would be a tremendous event for the entire Yang family. Most importantly, if he had an official position, he would be exempt from taxes and corvée labor.

The imperial court collected 20% of the annual harvest as regular taxes, which was a very high percentage. In reality, in addition to the regular taxes, there were many additional taxes and miscellaneous taxes levied by local governments, which together amounted to 50% to 60% of the harvest.

It is said that some states in the east have already seen rebellions, and in order to suppress the rebellion, the imperial court may even increase the military pay and training pay for farmers.

These various taxes are like a mountain, weighing heavily on the shoulders of farmers.

Therefore, the whole family had high hopes for the original owner.

Even if the whole family has to sell their pots and pans and eat only coarse food, they will still support the original owner's martial arts training.

It's important to know that the cost of practicing martial arts is beyond imagination.

There aren't many farm families in the more than twenty villages of Wazi Township who practice martial arts.

"What a beast!" Yang Jing cursed inwardly.

The original owner knew that her family was struggling financially, yet she still indulged in a life of pleasure and showed no ambition.

This reminded Yang Jing of a news story he had seen in his previous life: a high school senior who skipped classes and slept all day, whose grades were among the worst in the entire grade, but told his family that his grades had improved dramatically, and ultimately failed miserably in the college entrance examination.

In comparison, the original owner has been putting on a good act so far, and it's not time for the bombshell to drop yet.

"If things continue as they were originally, the catastrophe isn't far off. Being scared unconscious at my uncle's ancestral home was a catalyst. If someone is really interested, they might be able to figure out that the original owner is all show and no substance. Goodness, the catastrophe is just around the corner," Yang Jing thought to himself.

There's an old saying: "The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts."

Practicing martial arts requires capital, and a significant amount of it.

The amount of medicinal herbs that play a supporting role and the food that is rich in blood and qi alone is enormous.

The Yang family, however, had no money left.

The original owner had mediocre talent and was among the most ordinary of all the disciples in the martial arts school.

If the Yang family can't afford to continue supporting him, he'll have no choice but to slink back home.

“But just because the original owner couldn’t do it doesn’t mean I can’t.” Yang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

The next moment, a line of text appeared in his mind.

[Introduction to Bengshanquan (30/200)]

When Yang Jing first discovered the two lines of text that had appeared in his mind, he was worried that there might be something wrong with his mental health.

However, somehow, he also gained some information about this line of text in his mind.

Yang Jing simply called it a panel.

This panel's capabilities ensure that Yang Jing will not encounter any bottlenecks in the process of cultivating any skill or martial art.

This means that what is extremely dangerous for others poses no risk to Yang Jing.

As for whether it's really reliable, Yang Jing can't confirm it yet; he still needs to try it out gradually.

However, if it is true, he can gradually rise to the highest level of martial arts, reaching the pinnacle of his abilities!

It is important to understand that the most difficult part of advancing on the path of martial arts is breaking through bottlenecks.

The reason why the vast majority of martial artists cannot advance to a higher realm is because they are blocked by a bottleneck.

But he has no bottlenecks!
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Yang Jing let out a long breath, suppressing the restlessness in his heart, and began to silently plan.

I was frightened that night, but I recovered in the following days.

However, Yang Jing still needs time to slowly sort through the many memories he received from the original body.

By now, everything has been sorted out quite well.

In this world, the only way to get ahead is to master martial arts.

'It's time to head back to the city.'

'It was one thing for the original body to explode with lightning, but now that I'm in this body, I can't explode with lightning!'

Yang Jing secretly made a plan in his heart.

(End of this chapter)