"Miss, you'd better hurry up and think of a way to send him away! If Madam knew, he would definitely become fertilizer for the flowers!”
Vaguely, Zhao WuXian heard someone talking.
A woman's voice was heard as she sighed softly.
I can't see him, just hear his voice.
It could make one's heart beat rapidly, their blood boil, and their mind go together.
The voice said softly," Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. If he stays here, who will know if you and I don't tell?"”
"But Madam…"
"What's wrong? Do you only listen to Madam and not me?”
His words seemed to contain a hint of anger.
"This servant obeys!"
"He seems to have fallen into the water and caught a cold. Go to my room and get some ginseng pills.”
"Yes, sir!"
Zhao WuXian's consciousness was heavy. He seemed to see a young girl shrouded in mist, like a fairy from the nine heavens, slowly walking over.
Amidst the haziness, the memories were merging.
In the world of the Nine Provinces.
Dynasty of Nine Regions.
Small countries are like forests.
Martial arts flourished, and there were many sects.
Experts were as common as clouds, and they were happy to repay kindness and revenge.
When Zhao WuXian woke up again, there was no one around.
There was a warm sensation in his mouth.
It was a ginseng pill that dispelled the chill.
"Wang Family of Taihu Lake, Mantuo Villa!"
Zhao WuXian already knew where he was. It was a special world that was a fusion of various martial arts worlds and dynasties.
He was the crown prince of the founding emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, Song Taizu, and the descendant of Zhao Dezhao.
Although he was a member of the Imperial Clan, after the Golden Cabinet Alliance, Song Taizong's line had taken over and the dynasties had been wary of the Taizu's line.
In Taizu's line, other than the legitimate ones who could enjoy glory and wealth, the rest of the concubines were no different from the common people.
Zhao WuXian was also born a bastard, he didn't even enter the clan.
However, Zhao WuXian had been smart since he was young and was proficient in poetry and books. He had studied hard for ten years and came to Suzhou with hope.
Who knew that when he was traveling in Taihu Lake, he was suddenly attacked by a mysterious master and fell into the lake.
Fortunately, Wang Yuyan of Mantuo Villa saved him.
Fortune and misfortune go hand in hand.
This accident had also allowed him to fuse the memories of his two lives.
Ding! You have loaded the Critical Hit Return System!
Zhao WuXian's eyes narrowed.
Was the system returning to its original position after the memory fusion?
[Critical Hit Return System. If the host imparted or gifted items to others, they would receive a high critical hit return. The random drop rate is up to 10,000 times!]
10,000 times drop rate?
So awesome?
[You have received a Newcomer Gift Pack. Do you wish to activate it?]
"There's a newbie gift bag?"
Zhao WuXian was pleasantly surprised.
"Activate!"
[You have opened the Newcomer Gift Bag. You have received a Mystic high-grade Xiantian Pill!]
[You have opened the Newbie Gift Bag and received ten years of internal strength!]
[You have opened the Newbie Gift Bag. You have received an Earth Rank Low-Class martial art, the Evil-Warding Sword Manual!]
Following the system notification.
A gentle internal force gushed out from the depths of his body and quickly circulated through his meridians, dispelling the cold air in his body.
With the help of the ginseng pill, Zhao WuXian's complexion instantly improved.
When Zhao WuXian was studying, he would also train some fists and kicks to strengthen his body, but they were all just mediocre kung fu, and he had never trained his internal energy.
The Great Song valued literature over martial arts, and in terms of martial arts, it was never as prosperous as the Qin, Tang, and Ming dynasties.
Zhao WuXian stood up and stretched his muscles.
The coldness and pain dissipated, and his entire body felt comfortable.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself, In the world of martial dao, strength is not omnipotent.”
He looked at the system panel.
Name: Zhao WuXian
[Cultivation: Acquired Body Strengthening]
[Martial Arts: None]
[Aptitude: Ordinary]
[Appearance: Handsome, outstanding temperament]
In the comprehensive martial arts world, the martial arts realms recognized by all countries were Houtian, Xiantian, Grandmaster, and Martial Immortal!
The four realms of the Postnatal Realm: Tendon Strengthening, Bone Strengthening, Marrow Cleansing, Embryonic Breathing
The three realms of the Connate Realm: Rebirth, Repose, and Vigor
[Grandmaster Realm: Returning to Truth Realm, Celestial Realm]
Above the grandmaster level, breaking through the void was a Martial Immortal. It was a realm that all martial artists in the world dreamed of.
However, in the Nine Provinces, those who could step into this realm were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. There were only various rumors and legends.
"Postnatal Tendon Strengthening is considered the entry level of martial arts.”
Zhao WuXian heaved a sigh of relief.
Ten years of internal strength sounded like a lot.
However, Zhao WuXian didn't practice internal energy, so he couldn't completely convert it.
Moreover, healing him would naturally consume some of his energy.
Also, his foundation was too weak.
Internal strength was mostly used to nourish blood, qi, and bones.
Therefore, the inner force that had truly settled down was less than a year.
"I still have a Xiantian pill and the [Exorcism Sword Manual]!”
[Xiantian Pill: It has the effect of changing tendons and cleansing marrow, opening meridians and strengthening the body, remolding one's body, increasing one's strength and prolonging one's life, and maintaining one's appearance and beauty!]
The system's products were definitely of the best quality.
Just by looking at the introduction of the Xiantian pill, one could tell that it was a divine pill for martial artists to build their foundation and cultivate.
As for the [Exorcism Sword Manual]!
"If you want to practice this technique, you must castrate yourself first?"
Just as Zhao WuXian was thinking about who to give it to, the sound of a mechanism came from outside.
He quickly turned over and lay back on the bed.
Light footsteps approached, followed by a refreshing faint fragrance, like an orchid.
Zhao WuXian narrowed his eyes.
It was a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.
She was wearing a dark green dress without any decorations, looking like a lotus flower in clear water.
Her skin was fair and her eyes were as bright as stars.
Her slender figure, long hair, and gentle and elegant temperament were dazzling.
Wang Yuyan was inexperienced and kindhearted.
She sat down and took Zhao WuXian's pulse.
She let out a soft " huh " and found that the scholar's pulse was stable, not as weak as before.
"Did the ginseng pill take effect?"
Wang Yuyan muttered to herself.
She gently pulled up her sleeves and placed her soft hand on Zhao WuXian's forehead. It wasn't as hot as before, no longer showing signs of a fever.
She heaved a sigh of relief and smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
It turned out that she grew up in Mantuo Villa and had never left the house.
He was familiar with the books at home.
She had a good memory and could not forget anything.
Martial arts manuals, medical arts, all of them were accessible.
However, these were only used to relieve boredom and had never really been used.
In these two days, in order to save this scholar, she had used everything she had learned in her life.
Seeing that he was finally getting better.
He was naturally happy to have a place to put what he had learned to good use.
This was a kind of self-realization, a joy that came with it.
Seeing that Zhao WuXian was still unconscious, she took out a ginseng pill.
He leaned over.
He pinched his chin with one hand.
When he opened his mouth, his right thumb and index finger pinched the ginseng pill and put it into his mouth.
Unexpectedly!
He suddenly closed his mouth and held two of her fingers.
Just as she was in shock.
Another hand grabbed her wrist.
The other hand grabbed her waist and she let out an "ouch" before being pulled into an embrace.
Before she could exclaim, she heard a cold snort."Who are you? Where am I? Why are you chasing me?"
Wang Yuyan was hugged by the other party and was shocked and embarrassed. When she heard these words, she suddenly understood. So this person had misunderstood.
It was understandable.
However, Wang Yuyan was still extremely embarrassed and angry. She said angrily,"Rude brat, let go of me quickly. I'm not the one chasing after you.”
"How can I trust you?" Zhao WuXian asked, with the fragrance in his arms.”
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