Chapter 1: Wu Yuan (1)

Chapter 1: Wu Yuan (1)

Year 3224 of the Eastern Martial calendar, early spring.

The Southdream Province of the Jiang Continent, Li City.

Though the chill of dawn had yet to fade, a large group of the county martial academy's disciples were already assembled on the training ground, going through their morning exercises.

This was an intermediate martial academy. The disciples were young and their musculoskeletal structures had yet to fully develop. Their understanding of martial arts was still shallow, and they had yet to embark on their true paths of martial arts.

But as an academy of the Cloudstride Sect, a formidable entity among the sixteen provinces of the Jiang Continent, those qualified to enter the academy were either talents from Li City or descendants of martial artists within the sect itself. The collective training of the group exuded a formidable air.

Whoosh! Among them was a disciple who practiced with a short spear. His limbs stretched taut like a great bow, and his waist and hips moved as one as he threw the short spear. The spear whistled through the air and pierced deeply into a wooden post.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Those engaged in hand-to-hand combat moved with the agility of foxes and attacked with the ferocity of tigers. All of them displayed extraordinary martial prowess.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the training grounds, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy lay on the ground, propping himself with one arm in a strange posture.

"You need to move your waist a centimeter more. Your limbs aren't spread out enough, and you need to lean forward. Though you possess the strength of a thousand catties [1], you can only exhibit 70% of it." The boy, who wore a coarsely tailored and worn-down martial arts uniform, casually critiqued his classmates from afar.

To Wu Yuan, the vigorous movements of the martial academy's disciples were full of flaws.

"This world is indeed extraordinary. When I first arrived, I thought it was a low-level martial world. The martial techniques here pale in comparison to those of the Federation. The only thing that stands out is their physical attributes. The ordinary people of this world are strong enough to contend with the martial artists of the Federation, it's truly astonishing." Wu Yuan muttered to himself.

As the youngest martial arts Grandmaster of the Solar System Human Federation, Wu Yuan's understanding of martial arts ranked among the top ten in the Human Federation, which had a population in the tens of billions.

Of course, that was all in the past! For Wu Yuan had transmigrated to a new world.

The cause of this transmigration? Wu Yuan wasn't sure himself. By the time he woke up, he already found himself spirited away to this world.

The process of his transmigration? Wu Yuan didn’t have the faintest notion.

Since arriving in this world six months ago, he spent the first few months in a stupor, gradually recovering over the past month or so as the memories of the previous person were integrated with his own.

It's been half a year since I've transmigrated, but I don't see a system getting activated anytime soon. Guess you can't take webnovels seriously! Or could it be that ... I am not the protagonist?

In his previous life, he had practiced martial arts from a young age, though he wasn’t a diehard purist.

On the various cosmic islands of the Metaverse Federation, Wu Yuan had been known as a ‘keyboard warrior’. He had also read countless webnovels, allowing him to accept the fact that he had transmigrated with relative ease.

The only thing he was still worried about was his elder sister. But since he was already here, he decided to make peace with it. As a martial arts Grandmaster, Wu Yuan understood that empty thoughts bore no fruit. Strength was the root of action, especially in this Middle Land where might reigned supreme and heroes fought for domination.

He was just an ordinary disciple of the martial arts academy. Why would he undergo a sudden metamorphosis? The right way to do things was one step at a time.

500 silver taels. After fulfilling my training needs, the remainder should be enough to cure my mother's illness. Wu Yuan couldn't help but recall his gentle mother's weathered face.

When he first transmigrated over, he floated in and out of consciousness for months. Many advised his mother to give up on him. But she held on, putting aside her dignity to beg the other clansmen and colleagues of her deceased husband to lend her large quantities of silver for her 'son's' recovery.

The hearts of men are not made of stone, how can they be unmalleable?

Over the months, Wu Yuan truly embraced this new body, accepting that this person was now his mother. Naturally, her actions touched his heart.

Having taken the place of her son, I shall bear this responsibility.

As time passed, the memories of the previous person who inhabited this body flowed into Wu Yuan's mind, and he felt the blazing warmth of his mother's love grow each day.

"Xu Yuanhan is here," someone suddenly called out from the other end of the training ground.

"He is the general of defense's son. The military training ground is better equipped, and he even has a dedicated soldier to spar with. He doesn't normally come to the martial arts academy for morning practice."

"Looks like something is about to happen." The training ground buzzed with speculative chatter.

These martial academy disciples were one-in-a-hundred talents in Li Cty. But the newcomer was evidently even more extraordinary.

"Wu Yuan!"

A slightly immature but deep voice rang out from afar. Many students naturally turned to look at the corner Wu Yuan was lying in.

Huh? He's here so soon?

A burly teenager dressed in an extravagant purple martial arts uniform came into Wu Yuan's view. Standing at around 1.9m tall, he possessed an extraordinary robustness reminiscent of a brown bear. Yet, the movements of his limbs and spine were filled with invisible power, akin to a spear ready to explode forth at any instant. Each step he took radiated remarkable pressure, and he stood out among the rest like a crane among chickens.

He fixed Wu Yuan with a laser-like stare.

"Xu Yuanhan."

Wu Yuan somersaulted to his feet from the ground, soaring more than a zhang [3] into the air. He stood tall, wearing a friendly smile as he asked, "What is it?"

Wu Yuan was nearly 1.8 meters tall, but he seemed somewhat short standing in front of Xu Yuanhan.

"Last time, I lost to you due to my carelessness. Today, I challenge you to a rematch." Xu Yuanhan stared at Wu Yuan.

1. 1 catty = 0.5 kg ?

2. 1 li = 0.5km ?

3. 1 zhang = 3.3 meters ?