Dream of the Red Chamber: Start by gaining Zhao Yun's martial prowess, and be ennobled in a sin

Just as Jia Jing was feeling somewhat disheartened, a mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind.

Jia Jing was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed:

"I knew it! The system might be late, but it will never be absent!"

For the past three months, Jia Jing has tried many times to find his cheat system, but to no avail. He thought there was no cheat system, but it turned out that the system took three months to appear.

Jia Jing calmed down and learned about the system's functions. He found that the system was extremely simple: as long as the conditions for promotion were met, he would receive system rewards. There were no penalties or tasks required.

[Ding! Promotion Reward System successfully bound!]

[Since this is the first time the system has been activated, you can only choose one reward!]

[Option 1: Choose the path to promotion for a military general, rewarded with Zhao Yun's martial arts inheritance; Zhao Yun's martial arts include the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear Technique, archery, courage, the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear, and the Azure Rainbow Sword...]

[Option Two: Choose the path of a civil official's rise to power, rewarded with the legacy of Zhang Juzheng: photographic memory, mastery of poetry and prose, Confucian tradition, and knowledge of the principles of governance...]

[Please make a choice, host!]

A series of system voices rang in Jia Jing's mind. At the same time, a nearly transparent light screen appeared in Jia Jing's field of vision, which was difficult for others to detect. Two options were clearly written on it.

Without a second's hesitation, Jia Jing resolutely replied:

Choose one!

Zhao Yun's martial prowess and Zhang Juzheng's legacy—is there even a need to choose?

The Jia family was the leading military lineage in the founding of the dynasty. As a descendant of the Jia family, he achieved great success in the military, but his literary career was extremely difficult.

In a prosperous era, he might hesitate and choose the path of a civil servant!

But now the Han Dynasty is on the verge of collapse, and there is a scene of impending chaos. What could be more secure than one's own military strength?

Strength! That's the foundation for survival in chaotic times!

Not to mention the martial prowess passed down from Zhao Yun, the pinnacle of military generals! Missing out on this would be a lifelong regret!

Zhao Yun's martial arts skills can be said to be the foundation that helps Jia Jing establish himself in this world.

He understood all too well the significance of "seven entries and seven exits, single-handedly rescuing the lord".

Amidst a million Cao soldiers, he stabbed Gao Lan off his horse with a single spear thrust, then Chunyu Dao off his horse with another, then killed Xing Daorong in a single round, then Zhu Ran off his horse with yet another, and within three rounds, he killed Zhang Wu with his spear, within three rounds, he killed Yan Ming with his spear, fought Wen Chou to a draw after fifty or sixty rounds, and fought Xu Chu to a draw after thirty rounds.

Zhao Yun's martial prowess is absolutely top-tier among all military generals in human history.

[Ding! Selection successful!]

[Claim your reward now?]

The system's voice sounded continuously the moment Jia Jing made his choice.

Claim it now!

Jia Jing returned to the house, closed the doors and windows, and immediately chose to claim the reward.

[Buzz! ! !]

Just as Jia Jing finished speaking,

In the darkness, a powerful surge of vital energy flowed into Jia Jing's body.

At the same time, his mind was filled with countless complex martial arts knowledge and related battlefield combat information, and a nine-foot-long spear and a precious sword appeared in the room.

Everything happened so naturally, without any awkwardness or abruptness.

Time flies like water, and half an hour has passed quickly. Jia Jing's muscles, bones, blood vessels, courage, internal organs, and blood have all been completely transformed silently.

Zhao Yun's martial arts legacy includes not only unparalleled strength and skill, but also a remarkable talent and experience in real combat.

Another half hour passed before the inheritance was finally completed.

Jia Jing's overall demeanor and spirit underwent a significant change, and his eyes now held an invisible, decisive, and ruthless martial spirit.

Although his outward appearance has not changed much, once you lift up his clothes you can see that his originally fair and soft skin has been transformed into strong, bronze muscles that look like they have been cast from steel. He has a wasp waist and long arms, and he looks very powerful.

"Boom!" Jia Jing walked out of the courtyard and couldn't help but strike the jujube tree in the yard with all his might. With a muffled sound, the jujube tree, which was as thick as a bowl, was split in half, and the upper half of the tree trunk was sent flying more than two meters away.

"What terrifying power!" Jia Jing was overjoyed. With his current strength and martial arts skills, he should have few rivals in the entire Han Dynasty.

"With a system in place, it's time to make some changes!"

"First and foremost, of course, is to rely on the system to quickly rise through the ranks and collect rewards. That means I'll have to head to the battlefield!"

"While we're at it, let's see if there's any chance to escape the Jia family. We should get as far away from this mess as possible!"

Jia Jing looked out at the world outside the mansion, his gaze distant and profound.

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The next day, early morning.

As dawn broke, the hundreds of maids and servants of the Jia family were already busy at work.

Unlike the cautious and dutiful servants of other families, many servants in the Jia family were arrogant and unruly. Not only were they lazy and cunning, but many of them also gossiped about their masters behind their backs.

In a small courtyard on one side of the east wing, Jia Jing got up early and was practicing his martial arts under another jujube tree.

The dappled light and shadow shifted with the swaying leaves, and the morning breeze caressed Jia Jing's face, making him feel refreshed. The spear in his hand seemed to transform into a long dragon, swirling up the fallen leaves and creating a thunderous sound as it rapidly rubbed against the air.

Suddenly, a shrewish shout from not far from the courtyard broke the tranquility of the courtyard.

"You wretched maid! You can't even hold a food box properly! I'll sell you off tomorrow, what use are you?"

Jia Jing frowned slightly, stopped wielding his spear, and looked towards the door.

A strong woman with a gloomy face walked up to a five or six-year-old maid and began to shout and curse at her.

The young maid wasn't particularly pretty, but her hair was styled in two buns, and her light green maid's uniform looked festive. She was rather petite and thin.

He was lying on the ground, the food box in his hand tilted to one side, at a loss. After being scolded, he lowered his head even further, tears welling up in his eyes.

"What are you standing there for! Pick it up now, or you'll be starving for a day to teach you a lesson!"

The strong woman's expression darkened further, and she spoke again, rebuking him.

"Yes!" The little maid didn't dare to talk back at all, and hurriedly stood up, ignoring the scrapes on her knees and palms.

Upon seeing this, Jia Jing roughly understood what had happened.

The young maidservant's name was Xiao Jiao'er, and she was the maidservant who held up the curtain in front of Grandmother Jia's hall.

Sold into the Jia family at a young age, she was destitute and alone. In the past few months, she had become good friends with Jia Jing and often took the initiative to bring him food. If she could hear a few interesting stories from Jia Jing during their time together, she could be happy all day long.

Jia Jing was originally supposed to fetch his own meals from the Jia family's small kitchen, because he was not favored in the main branch of the household, his mother had died early, and he was unloved by his father and mother. Now that he was almost an adult, he didn't even have a maidservant by his side.

Eating wasn't a problem, but they mostly ate the leftovers and inferior food that others had rejected.

It was only after Xiao Jiao'er became close to Jia Jing, who had traveled from another time, that she would often take the initiative to get him food.