" Why is it that when other people transmigrate to the Three Kingdoms, they either directly transmigrate to the Young Emperor's soul, or they're Han clan relatives? At the very least, they're from an aristocratic family, but I…"
" But you became a farmer?!"
On an unknown mountain, Fang Mu looked up at the sky and sighed.
He looked at himself and his surroundings once again. He was finally certain that he had…transmigrated.
She was wearing tattered linen clothes, and her straw shoes were rubbing against her feet and causing her soles to hurt. It was impossible to tell how long it had been since she had washed her shiny hair.
In his hand was a hoe with many holes.
In the surrounding mountains, the forest was deep and dense, and the rocks were jagged. One could vaguely see a small village.
He was now in the southeast of the village, in a farm that had obviously been reclaimed not long ago.
Who knew how many catties of grain they could harvest from farming in the mountains…
"This transmigration is really tragic!”
Fang Mu, who had been farmers for eight generations and only managed to get into university in his generation, did not have much resentment towards transmigrating to become a farmer.
A few generations up, who wasn't a farmer?
However, farmers could not survive these days!
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, where white bones filled the wilderness and there was no rooster crowing for thousands of miles!
The chaotic times of the Three Kingdoms, where warlords divided the country and wars raged for years!
In such an era, those who were not born in a prestigious family or a powerful landlord were not even qualified to rule a region.
Farmer?
He just allowed the dukes to harvest crops after crops of leeks!
It was normal to not have enough to eat, and it was also common to exchange sons for food. The Great Han Dynasty's imperial court had long been corrupted, and the commoners under its rule were no longer considered as peasants…They were just two-legged sheep that aristocratic families, corrupt officials, and despots could slaughter at will!
The only value of their existence was to be drained of every drop of blood!
This was the reason why Fang Mu looked up at the sky and sighed.
If they couldn't survive, they could only rebel.
However, even the Yellow Turban Uprising, which was said to have swept through the thirteen states of the Great Han Dynasty, had been destroyed with great fanfare!
The countless commoners and farmers who had participated in this had used their blood to shake the Great Han Imperial Court's ruling position. However, in reality, the only value they had was the reputation, achievements, and…political capital of the heroes of the three kingdoms!
Unfortunately, Fang Mu had participated in the Yellow Turban Uprising!
He was an out-and-out Yellow Turban survivor!
Such an identity, such an opening…
Not to mention reaching the peak of life, it would be good enough if they could survive.
In fact, he was now both a farmer and…a bandit.
He usually farmed in the mountains.
Occasionally, they would go down the mountain to rob merchants.
"Being a farmer means that no generals will be willing to join them, and no strategists will be willing to assist them…"
" After all, 99% of the celebrities these days are from the gentry and wealthy families. Many famous generals are also from local tyrants…"
" Even the so-called Humble Class is only inferior to the aristocratic families. They are much stronger than the landlord tycoons. How many of them are really from a humble background…"
"Do you think I can only continue to be a mountain bandit? And then wait for Boss Cao, Boss Yuan or the other heroes of the Three Kingdoms to take him in?”
Fang Mu gritted his teeth, his stubbornness and unyielding spirit surging in his bones."Damn it!"
"Kings and generals, do you have balls?”
"Why can't a farmer sit on that high and mighty position?!”
Even if he had to start on Hell Mode, he would not be willing to let himself be slaughtered!
They had already rebelled once!
Was he afraid of a second time?
"Ding!"
"Host's obsession detected. Supreme technique system activated!”
"The opening gift pack has been distributed!"
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the ultimate technique: Dragon Elephant Prajna Art!”
" Obtained 13 potential points!"
"Do you want to use potential points to increase the realm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art?”
A series of voices suddenly sounded. They were concise and comprehensive, without any nonsense.
Fang Mu did not react for a long time.
When he finally realized that this was his transmigration cheat, he did not hesitate to choose yes!
13 potential points, not a single one left!
"Boom!"
In an instant, Fang Mu felt as if he had been enlightened. He felt a loud bang in his head, and information surged into his memory like a torrent. Then, it was quickly absorbed and understood.
It was the secret technique of Tantra, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art!
Accompanied by the exquisite and mysterious cultivation information, a majestic force silently surged out from his dantian. At first, it was like a stream, then it was like a majestic river, and finally it became like Wang Yang's sea. It flowed crazily through his limbs, bones, and every meridian in his body!
Power coursed through his body!
Fang Mu suddenly felt an endless amount of strength in his body!
He subconsciously threw away the hoe in his hand and raised his right arm. His five fingers merged into a palm and he slammed it fiercely at a rock beside him!
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, a rock weighing at least 500 to 600 jin was smashed into pieces by his palm!
Dozens of broken stones exploded on the spot and scattered to the ground!
"13 potential points have instantly raised my Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to the thirteenth level, the highest realm that no one has ever cultivated. With just a casual move, I have the strength of thirteen dragons and thirteen elephants?!”
"So strong!"
Fang Mu was shocked. He was extremely satisfied with his cheat.
When the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was cultivated to the thirteenth realm, of course, it did not really have the power of thirteen dragons and thirteen elephants.
This was just a description.
However, Jinlun Guoshi, who had only cultivated to the tenth level, had the strength of ten dragons and ten elephants. Each palm of the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm had a force of 1,000 jin…Wouldn't his own strength be at least 1,300 jin?
One had to know that this was not his limit state. It was just a casual palm strike!
If he used all his strength?
"The chief of this village is Zhou Cang, who is known to have a strength of a thousand pounds in both arms. He can be considered a strong person among the remnants of the Yellow Turban.”
"No, in terms of strength, I'm already at the top of the three kingdoms!”
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