Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

"Thank goodness we're not in the ridiculous and illogical SpongeBob SquarePants world."

Shen Jue looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

He leaned against the corner of the wall, his clothes tattered and filthy.

Fortunately, it's summer, otherwise Shen Jue would have frozen to death on the street.

This is the world of martial arts.

It is the third day since Shen Jue regained her memory.

Shen Jue from the Martial Arts World was no exception during the few days he regained his memories.

He deeply understood what he was facing at the beginning.

This is a complex and vast world.

Shen Jue was in a city under the rule of the Southern Song Dynasty.

He was originally the son of a pro-war official in the court.

However, that pro-war official was framed by treacherous officials, imprisoned, and his entire family was arrested and sentenced to be executed in the autumn.

The chivalrous heroes of the martial arts world came to break him out of prison, but only managed to save a few of the official's children.

Shen Jue was naturally among them, but the group was subsequently arrested by the Eastern Depot, Western Depot, Embroidered Uniform Guard, and Imperial City Guard.

In Shen Jue's understanding, although the Southern Song Dynasty was confined to a corner of the country, its territory was vast, comparable to the entire territory of China in his previous life.

In addition, the Northern Yuan, Western Liao, Mongols, and Jurchens were distributed around the Southern Song Dynasty.

The Southern Song Dynasty paid tribute to the emperor every year, but it was still considered wealthy and even showed signs of capitalism.

But in the world of martial arts, the martial world, the imperial court, and war have never been separated.

The various kingdoms were constantly at war, and martial arts masters fought back and forth. As a result, the Southern Song Dynasty had countless institutions to suppress internal rebellions and the martial arts world.

This has led to Shen Jue's current situation.

After being rescued from the execution ground by several chivalrous men, the men left to distract the pursuers, leaving behind Shen Jue, whose face was painted black, whose clothes were tattered, and who was extremely weak.

Shen Jue is now the safest.

But Shen Jue was not as safe as he had imagined.

It was only because Shen Jue had seen those Imperial Guards in flying fish robes circling around the city during the day.

If it weren't for the days Shen Jue spent in prison, he would have been turned into a real beggar.

He, the prisoner who was rescued, had probably already had his weaknesses exposed by the Imperial Guards.

But now, having returned from the white space, he possesses 1700 times the talent and power of many of Shen Jue's memories.

It is now very different.

Shen Jue sat cross-legged, palms up, gazing at the small town at night in the late Southern Song Dynasty.

The night breeze, carrying the heat of summer, swept across the bluestone street.

The lanterns on the eaves swayed, illuminating the depth of half the alley.

The lights were still on in the distant tavern, and the sounds of string and wind instruments drifted intermittently, interspersed with a few drunken words from the martial arts world.

The night watchman walked by, striking his clapper, his shadow stretched long and thin by the moonlight.

Willow branches droop into the water along the riverbank, and occasionally a fish leaps out.

The city gates were already closed, torches flickered on the city walls, and the footsteps of the patrolling soldiers were orderly and cold.

In a dark alley, a stray cat crouched on the wall, its emerald green eyes fixed on Shen Jue.

In Shen Jue's mind, the entire city held no secrets anymore.

His terrifying perception caused his senses to spread and expand continuously.

The wilderness outside the city, the fields and manors outside the city, were all within Shen Jue's terrifying perception.

It seems that neither domineering aura, spiritual pressure, nor magical power can be used.

Only the breathing technique modified by Shen Jue from Demon Slayer was running very smoothly.

He improved Shen Jue's physique bit by bit.

"An immortal touched my head and bestowed upon me immortality." Shen Jue let out a long roar, followed by a face full of reminiscence.

For him, he had been in this world for over a decade, and only in the last few days had his memories of his past life awakened and merged with his life of the past ten years.

"In that case, let me see what's so special about the martial arts in this world," Shen Jue said to himself in a low voice.

"And while we're at it, let's unify the martial arts world and rule the world."

"You agree, right?" Shen Jue suddenly turned her head and said.

On the other side of the wall, high up, a woman dressed in a silk robe, disguised as a man, was concealing her aura and intently observing Shen Jue.

The woman was quite surprised when Shen Jue suddenly spoke to her.

The woman paused for a moment, then tumbled off the wall.

Under the moonlight, a person appeared wearing a moon-white long robe, a silk sash around the waist, and thin-soled boots.

Her black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, revealing her smooth forehead and a pair of bright, arched eyebrows.

He had a handsome face and skin as smooth as jade, yet his brows exuded a heroic spirit.

Although she is a woman, she is three times more dashing than any man.

She held a folding fan in her hand; the fan ribs were black and the fan surface was plain white. With a gentle sway, she exuded the elegance of a young nobleman.

"You have excellent hearing," she said in a clear, neither humble nor arrogant voice.

"I have already held my breath and am confident that my skills are up to par."

Shen Jue leaned against the corner of the wall and looked up at her.

The moonlight fell on her face, outlining her delicate jawline, while her almond-shaped eyes held a sharp edge.

His lips curled slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips, neither flustered nor rash.

"I am Shangguan Haitang, a top-ranking secret agent from the Dragon Guard Manor." She introduced herself and bowed with clasped hands.

"By order of the Divine Marquis, investigate the wrongful conviction of Lord Shen."

Shen Jue's gaze shifted slightly.

"Divine Marquis?" Shen Jue asked.

"Exactly." Shangguan Haitang closed her folding fan and took a few steps closer.

"Lord Shen has been framed by treacherous officials. Marquis Shen has already obtained some evidence and is just waiting for the right opportunity to overturn the case."

"The prison break at the execution ground that day was actually orchestrated by the Divine Marquis with the help of righteous heroes from the martial arts world."

Shen Jue remained silent for a moment, then slowly stood up.

"Take me to see something," he said.

"where?"

"The martial arts school in the city."

Shangguan Haitang was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

The two walked under the moonlight.

The cobblestone street was deserted, with jagged eaves on both sides. A stray cat darted by, its green eyes flashing in the distance.

Haitang walked beside Shen Jue, her steps light and silent.

Shen Jue moved silently, yet his clothes were tattered, making him look like a beggar.

Yet his gaze was calm and composed, as if he had the entire city under his feet.

"Why don't you rest for a while, Brother Shen?" Shangguan Haitang asked in a low voice.

"There's no need for that," Shen Jue said briefly.

She said no more.

The two turned three alleys, went around an ancient well, and a martial arts school stood before them.

The signboard reads "Zhenwei Martial Arts School" in large characters, the door is tightly closed, and the lanterns have long been extinguished.

Shen Jue raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Three long and two short.

A moment later, the door opened a crack.

A burly man poked his head out, saw that it was a beggar, frowned and was about to close the door.

Haitang held a door panel against the wall, revealing a bronze plaque hidden in her sleeve.

The burly man's expression changed, and he quickly stepped aside.

The two stepped into the courtyard.

The courtyard was spacious, paved with blue bricks, and weapons racks on both sides were filled with knives, spears, swords, and halberds, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

A statue of Guan Yu is enshrined in the main hall, but the incense burner has gone cold.

The burly man wisely withdrew.

Shen Jue walked to the weapon rack, raised his hand and took down a single-edged sword.

The blade is ordinary, made of crude iron, and is used by martial arts students for training.

He held the knife in his hand, felt its weight, then put it down and picked up a longsword instead.

Begonia leaned against the pillar in the corridor, watching him quietly.

"What are you looking for?" she asked.

"Martial arts," Shen Jue replied, "the martial arts of this world."

Shen Jue put down his sword and walked to the bookshelf in the corner.

Several yellowed booklets were displayed on the shelf.

"Taizu Changquan", "Eagle Claw Hand", and "Iron Shirt" are all crude and common martial arts techniques found everywhere in the martial arts world.

"This owner of the bookstore is quite a character. He just leaves the secret manual out in the open like this, isn't he afraid of it being stolen?" Shen Jue said with a smile.

He casually flipped to a page and glanced at it.

In his mind, his talent, multiplied by 1700, suddenly began to operate.