The Corpse Driver of Western Hunan: My profession panel has no upper limit.

The scorching heat of June shines on the land of western Hunan, and the angelic voices of Miao girls drift through the rolling forests.

The clear, sparkling river flows gently, and every now and then you can see pretty young girls washing clothes.

With its beautiful scenery, it was like a paradise in the era when human life was cheap in the Republic of China.

In front of the dilapidated Miao village open space, dozens of figures stood around. Lu Jin was squatting in a horse stance, his whole body soaked in sweat, his legs trembling.

"call."

"Just a little bit more, just a little bit more."

Lu Jin took a deep breath. The fortune teller said that when he was twenty-five, his luck would turn around and he would hit a great opportunity, from which time he would spread his wings and soar to great heights.

That old geezer…

That's a really accurate calculation!

Just a few days ago, he was struck by luck and arrived in this world that resembled the Republic of China era, becoming a 25-year-old orphan in western Xiangzhou.

The mother is a Miao woman and the father is Han Chinese, but their Miao branch does not have the rule that Miao women cannot marry outside the Miao community.

The man could marry his wife by walking through mountains of knives and seas of fire. His predecessor's other relatives had already perished in the war, and his father settled here and raised him.

However, life is unpredictable. One day, the two went to a nearby market to sell the charcoal they had made and the silver jewelry they had crafted, but they happened to run into a warlord infighting and became two of the countless people who died tragically in that era.

He grew up in a Miao village and made a living by making charcoal and silver. But fate is unpredictable. A few days ago, he lost his footing while chopping firewood on the mountain.

That's how Lu Jin usurped the position.

And as it turns out, even if you travel through time, you're still just a cow or a horse. The reason antiques are valuable is because they were already precious items in their original era.

Even if you leave an ordinary person's chamber pot for ten thousand years, it won't be worth anything.

Now that he had transmigrated, Lu Jin didn't want to live a life facing the mountains and having to pay taxes to warlords.

Although their territory was sparsely populated, it was under the jurisdiction of a minor warlord named Hu Qiang, who was controlled by a regiment of soldiers. All residents living in his territory had to pay taxes.

The Miao village where Lu Jin lived had thousands of people, and each of them had to pay their share. His predecessor was exhausted every month, barely managing to make ends meet.

Warlordism and Westerners broke the backbone of the Republic of China, labeling it the "Sick Man of East Asia."

And the strange tales of ghosts and monsters are said to be almost divine.

"I don't want to live this kind of life, and I don't want to die a second time!"

This was Lu Jin's true thought; this kind of life was even worse than when he worked like a beast of burden in his previous life.

With this in mind, he gave the last silver dollar he had left to Lin Tianzheng, a corpse driver in his Miao village, and asked him to teach him martial arts.

That's right.

The practice of "corpse driving" in western Hunan is a real one.

And martial arts are real!

The saying "Eight steps to catch the cicada, qi and blood as bright as the sun" is not just empty talk.

In the entire Miao village, only the corpse driver Lin Tianzheng had ever practiced martial arts. He studied at the martial arts academy for a period of time when he was young. Later, he settled in the Miao village for the sake of the woman he loved, and then formally learned martial arts from the previous corpse driver, eventually inheriting the mantle of the previous corpse driver.

Rumor has it that he has reached the peak of the Dark Force realm, possessing the strength of dragon tendons, tiger bones, and unicorn, and the terrifying power to strike people as if they were hanging paintings.

The so-called "corpse-driving" is not as mysterious as the rumors suggest; it is simply helping the souls of those who died far from home to return to their hometowns.

In their land of Xiangzhou, there are many rivers, and people often drown. Corpse retrievers are responsible for retrieving the bodies. In addition, for those who die far from home, corpse drivers are responsible for bringing the bodies back and earning a reward.

The corpses are heavy, and the journey involves traversing mountains and valleys, occasionally encountering dangers, so naturally, one needs to be skilled in martial arts.

Lin Tianzheng happened to be over fifty years old, and he basically stopped taking on corpse-driving jobs.

They taught martial arts to the young children in this village and also selected a successor.

After all, he inherited his skills as a corpse driver from the previous one.

From the moment I arrived here.

Lu Jin fully realized that martial arts were the foundation for him to change his fate and establish himself in this chaotic world.

Some say that innate talent is very important in martial arts, and Lin Tianzheng gave this advice on the first day he learned that Lu Jin had the idea of ​​learning martial arts.

Without talent, even with hard work, you'll never develop anything significant in your lifetime; it will mostly just improve your physical fitness.

But Lu Jin is different.

He mastered it immediately—

He practiced until he was cheating.

【Strength: 5.3】

[Agility: 4.9]

【Spirit: 5.0】

[Willpower: 5.0]

[Potential Points: None]

[Activation requirements for the Corpse Transporter profession panel: All four main attributes must reach 5.0]

Looking at the panel in front of him, Lu Jin licked his lips, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

The old man who told his fortune was right; he would soon rise to a high position.

"continue."

With his breath focused on his dantian and his feet shoulder-width apart, Lu Jin adopted the stance of Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist).

"A stable stance is essential; power originates from the ground. The feet are the foundation of a martial artist; power originates from the roots, manifests in the waist, and is expressed through the hands!"

Just as Lu Jin was sweating profusely, a figure with a booming voice appeared in the Miao village. It was Lin Tianzheng, the corpse driver of their Miao village.

He was eight feet tall, with slightly graying temples, but he was imposing and awe-inspiring, with an aura of death surrounding him.

At this moment, he was pointing out a young man named Xiong Yan, who was about the same age as Lu Jin. This was a Miao name that translates to "hard stone".

After giving a few pointers, he frowned, then said firmly, "Gather together, and I'll explain it to you all again."

Soon, Lu Jin stood in the crowd, while Lin Tian stood proudly, his eyes sweeping around before he slowly spoke.

"As the ancient saying goes, 'Tai Chi practitioners may not leave their homes for ten years, but Bajiquan can kill someone in a year.'"

"I have explained its power generation techniques many times. Now I will demonstrate some of Bajiquan's most lethal moves to you."

boom!

As they chatted and laughed, Lin Tian stepped forward with a lunge, then suddenly exerted force with his right elbow, causing a loud bang in the air.

"Hit the heart!"

Soon, his movements changed again. He swung his right fist with lightning speed, and three soft hollow sounds suddenly appeared.

"A quick punch, delivering three quick blows to the enemy, that is the Yama's Three Points Hand."

In the blink of an eye, Lin Tian moved his feet, and his left and right fists shot out like thunderclaps, stimulating Lu Jin's eardrums.

"Standing Cannon Reaching the Sky".

If someone were hit with something like that, they'd be covered in bruises.

Bang bang bang.

Lu Jin's heart was racing.

According to Lin Tianzheng, he will only teach them true martial arts once they officially become corpse drivers; what they are practicing now is just dabbling.

"The true way of martial arts..."

Lu Jin murmured to himself, then his eyes hardened, "I must learn this."

He didn't want to be stuck in these mountains, or be inexplicably killed while walking down the street.

A sense of security comes from one's own strength!

After a short while, Lin Tianzheng explained all the remaining killing moves of Bajiquan.

Hands facing the wind and the rising sun, a tiger climbing a mountain with unwavering strength…

"Kung Fu takes time to hone! Practice in the sweltering heat of summer and the freezing cold of winter; if you don't practice for a day, ten years will be wasted."

"practice!"

As Lin Tianzheng finished speaking, everyone resumed practicing individually, and Lu Jin, recalling Lin Tianzheng's posture, imitated it quite well.

His talent was neither good nor bad, and he occasionally received more guidance from Lin Tianzheng.

However, they were clearly not as numerous as the boy named Xiong Yan, who should be considered the most talented among their group.

After practicing boxing for more than half a year, I have already shown signs of entering the Ming Jin stage.

But it was clear that Lin Tianzheng was not entirely satisfied either.

With his hands behind his back, Lin Tian looked at Lu Jin and the others with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

His mentor once said that this was the worst class he had ever taught.

Now it seems that I am still a little better off than Lu Jin and the others.

"If there's really no other way, we'll have to consider Xiongyan."

Lin Tianzheng sighed. Recently, many people have died far from home, and many people have offered him money to transport corpses.

But he can't keep up the pace forever.

They must also pass on the art of corpse driving, just like their master.

However, it cannot be passed down casually. A corpse driver must possess both martial prowess and courage.

Otherwise, sending a weak person to transport corpses would be tantamount to killing him.

Just the thought of those corpses is something most people can't accept, let alone the constant life-or-death dangers they face.

After practicing for a while, everyone went into a resting state, except for Lu Jin who continued to practice hard, while Xiong Yan was enjoying the praise of those around him.

In everyone's eyes, Xiong Yan was the next corpse driver, and he was originally the son of the Miao village chief.

Those of noble status could earn a lot of money by transporting corpses; some wealthy families were even willing to pay tens of dollars for a single corpse.

With the added advantage of his identity as a corpse driver, he might very well become the next clan chief of their Miao village.

"No problem, no problem at all. If Xiong Yan has something to eat, everyone else will too."

These words immediately caused a stir among the crowd, but Lu Jin remained silent.

He just kept throwing punches, letting out a roar, as if some kind of switch had been turned on, and the shackles on his body had been broken.

Before his retina, the agility attribute transformed into 5.0.

"It's done!"

Lu Jin was somewhat delighted; the retina in front of his eyes changed once again.

Several lines of text suddenly froze.

【Occupation: Corpse Transporter LV1 (1/1000)】

[Active Job Skill: Corpse Looting (Beginner 1/100) There is a chance to loot special items from corpses. The higher the skill level, the higher the probability. The number of special items that can be bound is linked to the job level. Currently, the number that can be bound is (0/1)]

[Bajiquan: Not even a beginner (17/100)]

"Um?"

Lu Jin was somewhat taken aback.

"Tomb raiders?"

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