Chapter 280: Punching! Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths!

Chapter 280: Fists! The Myriad Paths Martial God!

Arching Star.

Tianyue City.

Jun’an Residential Area.

The roar of a motorcycle tearing through the streets rang out, with sharp, clattering bursts of noise sounding from time to time.

The man on the bed was pale, utterly bloodless, only his eyes shot through with red veins, making him look ferocious.

“Restart…”

The man trembled, feeling as though the world had turned dim and dark.

His hand inadvertently touched his phone, pushing it off the bed.

The expected thud never came; a fair, delicate hand caught the phone steadily.

At that moment, the phone’s screen seemed to glow, showing an unread message.

Qi Yuan looked at the bed, at the innate seed that looked exactly like himself.

He wore a strange expression: “Sick as a dog… could it be kidney deficiency?”

Qi Yuan didn’t know how to diagnose illness.

Every ailment was kidney deficiency.

The innate seed also looked at Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan smiled then.

And then, the pale man on the bed dissolved into a drop of blood, merging into Qi Yuan’s body.

Instantly, a flood of memories swept over him.

A glint of curiosity appeared in Qi Yuan’s eyes.

“A world similar to Blue Star?”

“No, the technology is far more advanced than Blue Star!”

“And… the universe!”

Qi Yuan pulled back the curtain and gazed at the sky.

The sky was bright, and the stars seemed invisible.

But Qi Yuan still spotted many stars.

“My golden core didn’t come?”

That was right—his stellar golden core had not appeared in this universe, not even a phantom.

“Is the universe of this world different from the Canglan Realm?”

A sharp glint flashed in Qi Yuan’s eyes.

Yet he had a premonition: if he cultivated this body to the Yuan Dan realm, then… the projection of his stellar golden core would appear in this world.

By then, Ning Tao should be free.

He could summon Ning Tao down.

After all, with the spiritual power in his dantian now, he could sustain Ning Tao in this world indefinitely.

Playing a game alone was never as good as playing together, right?

“But… this body of mine is a total weakling?”

Qi Yuan glanced at himself in the mirror.

After merging with the innate seed, he had inevitably taken on its state.

Now he looked like a patient, one with little time left.

[Qi Yuan, afflicted by an unknown curse, his body weakened in all aspects, with only about eleven months of life remaining.]

This was the hidden information his eyes saw.

“Curse?”

Qi Yuan recalled the female doctor’s dream.

In the dream, that terrifying, blood-drenched bird.

Was the curse on this body from that bird?

“I heard that bird’s cry before the world restarted too—it seems that bird is no ordinary thing.”

Qi Yuan thought to himself.

For now, he naturally couldn’t dwell on such distant matters.

He looked at himself, wanting to exercise, but even walking left him breathless—a complete invalid.

“I’m so weak right now.”

Just then, the game’s prompt sounded.

[Main Quest: Become stronger, become a true Human Path Martial Lord and Spirit Path Martial Lord, and reach the realm of the Myriad Paths Martial God!]

“Myriad Paths Martial God?” Qi Yuan was taken aback. “This game quest is about throwing punches?”

This world’s technology surpassed Blue Star’s, even allowing interstellar travel.

Above Arching Star, there was another planet called Canxing.

That planet also had humans, and its technological civilization was a notch higher than Arching Star’s.

On Arching Star, besides technology, there was also martial arts.

In Qi Yuan’s memory, the martial arts of Arching Star resembled the martial skills of the mortal world in the Canglan Realm, but not entirely.

A martial arts master who could leap ten meters was already considered a minor expert.

On Blue Star, the long jump record was close to nine meters.

Thus, the strength of martial artists was limited.

Especially as technology advanced and various high-precision weapons emerged, martial arts gradually declined into a niche sport.

It was somewhat like the game of Go in his previous life.

“Zero One, tell me about the Human Path Martial Lord, Spirit Path Martial Lord, and Myriad Paths Martial God.” Qi Yuan spoke, his voice quite weak.

Zero One was the robot in Qi Yuan’s home, also his guardian.

The parents of this body had died on a mission on Canxing, earning considerable military merit.

So they left Qi Yuan a decent inheritance.

A three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment in the city center, plus an expensive robot.

The cyberpunk-styled robot pushed open the door, its shape resembling a human.

Though it was an intelligent robot, it was only a notch above the artificial idiots of Blue Star; as for awakening its own consciousness, that was sheer nonsense.

“Humanity’s Martial Sovereign is a martial arts myth that appeared one thousand three hundred and seventy years ago.

Historical records state that back then, the Moluo Kingdom held a martial arts tournament, gathering heroes from across the land to battle, and the strongest became the Mortal Martial Sovereign.

Legend has it that whoever wins a hundred consecutive tournaments and claims the title of Mortal Martial Sovereign for a hundred years may be called Humanity’s Martial Sovereign.

No information found on Spirit Path Martial Sovereign or Myriad Paths Martial God.”

Robot Lingyi was linked to the entire network; almost any information that could be found online, it could search and organize.

“Is there still a martial arts tournament now?” Qi Yuan asked.

“Yes,” Lingyi replied truthfully. “The next tournament begins in nine months and seventeen days.”

“So I have to fight, win a hundred times as Mortal Martial Sovereign, and that’s only a third of the task?”

Qi Yuan thought to himself.

“What if… a hundred years is too long—what if during that time Qinyuan Kingdom falls, Gongxing is destroyed… how do I complete the task?”

Qi Yuan was torn.

After all, the relationship between Canxing and Gongxing had never been good.

Seventy years ago, a great war had broken out.

In recent years, there had been occasional clashes.

If war erupted again, Qinyuan Kingdom would be shattered—what then, with no martial arts tournament?

Qi Yuan thought it over but didn’t dwell on it; after all, it was still far off.

“Lingyi, I want to cultivate martial arts. How do I start?” Qi Yuan still wanted to see what this world’s martial arts were like.

After all, in previous tasks, there had always been a big boss.

This time, there was none.

He was also quite curious about this world’s martial arts.

“Sorry, master, your physical condition is extremely poor. I do not recommend practicing martial arts,” Robot Lingyi gave a reasonable reply.

After all, Qi Yuan’s face was as pale as a water ghost soaked in water, and he gasped for breath after just one step.

“If I get better, how can I practice martial arts? How do I start?” Qi Yuan asked again.

Robot Lingyi answered bluntly.

“Sorry, master, you have a Type-A3 mental disorder and cannot obtain qualification to practice martial arts.”

In Qinyuan Kingdom, the actions of mental patients were already restricted.

A mental patient learning martial arts?

No martial arts school would dare teach them.

After all, if you taught a mental patient, and they beat someone up, what then?

Qi Yuan was speechless. He looked at the certificate by his bedside: “I’m not sick.”

“Lingyi understands master’s distress, but please accept reality.

In fact, mental patients in Qinyuan Kingdom enjoy many benefits.

Not only do they receive a monthly allowance, but they also have special privileges in certain matters.”

“Huh?” Qi Yuan was stunned upon hearing this. “Mental patients have so many perks? Doesn’t that mean I can pretend to be one?”

He already had a mental illness certificate; pretending to be a mental patient shouldn’t be too hard.

His only fear was that his acting skills were poor and he wouldn’t look convincing.

“Lingyi, how much cash do we have at home now?” Qi Yuan asked at this moment.

Right now, he was truly too weak.

If he rashly attempted martial arts, he might die here.

So Qi Yuan’s plan was to first step into the immortal path, solve his physical problems, or summon the projection of the stellar golden core.

Once he had the power to protect himself, he would then take up martial arts.

“One hundred thirty-seven thousand two hundred fifty-four Qinyuan coins,” Lingyi replied truthfully.

“Mm, buy me some things…” Qi Yuan instructed.

He was about to start cultivating immortality; to cultivate quickly, he needed external aids.

He told Lingyi the materials he lacked.

“Master, at 4:10 PM, your classmates will come to visit you,” Lingyi reminded.

After graduation, the class monitor had entered the civil service. Qi Yuan was the descendant of a martyr. After his severe illness, the monitor had organized some old classmates to come see him.

Qi Yuan glanced at his phone; it was about an hour until 4:10.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine for now. I can handle some guests.

You go ahead and buy the materials.”

Receiving the order, Lingyi left the room.

Qi Yuan watched Lingyi’s retreating figure, a contemplative look in his eyes.

“Canglan Realm, Fanxin Realm, Liufeng Realm, and even Wangyue Continent all use the same language.

On Gongxing, there are other languages—strange.”

PS: Busy plus sick, sorry sorry, owe seven chapters, will repay next month.

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