plumnovel Chapter 1: Max Level Divine Skill - Yi Jin Jing!
Chapter 1: Max Level Divine Skill - Yi Jin Jing!
Chen Xuan lay quietly on the hard wooden bed, his gaze fixed on the ancient-style, slightly yellowed roof beams above.
What he felt was a strange mix of emptiness and heaviness within his body, as if this body neither belonged to him nor truly bound his consciousness.
The fragments of memory are still being slowly pieced together.
He remembered his original life—
An ordinary person in a modern city, struggling to make ends meet, caught up in mortgage payments, blind dates, and endless performance pressure. Life is like a wound-up clock, precise yet monotonous, which has also shaped his calm and collected personality.
The last clear fragment was from another night when I was working overtime until the early hours of the morning, with only the cold light of the computer screen in front of me and a sharp pain suddenly shooting through my heart.
When I opened my eyes again, this was the place.
A completely unfamiliar world, a body also named Chen Xuan, but much younger, and a life trajectory filled with repression, caution, and even frustration.
It turns out that this body is also called Chen Xuan.
Born into a third-rate family, her relatives mysteriously disappeared when she was young, leaving only her elderly grandfather to support the family.
Worse still, the original owner sensed something amiss with the family. The family was in decline, and possessing something valuable was considered a crime; it seemed to be hiding something that would attract covetous eyes.
To save his life, he feigned madness and secretly practiced his family's martial arts techniques, but he was betrayed and poisoned. He remained bedridden until his life was over.
Although martial arts exist in this world, the original owner's talent was mediocre, and he was not worth mentioning in front of true powerhouses.
"Time travel..."
Chen Xuan felt little joy, only a calm understanding and a faint sense of absurdity.
Having escaped the cutthroat competition of modern times, they fell into the infighting of ancient times, becoming part of the vast army of time travelers.
Having lived a life of complete ignorance, even though he has no ties to the modern urban world, his fate is far from gentle.
What's more troublesome is that this body is in terrible condition. Its meridians are sluggish, its breath is weak, and a cold, toxic substance is lurking deep in its dantian, constantly eroding the little life force it has left.
If he had a choice, he would rather be an ordinary person in modern times than be a short-lived ghost in ancient times.
He even hoped that this was just a nightmare, or that it would give him a second chance to travel through time.
But the moment that thought crossed his mind, the pain of reality pulled him back.
He tried to move his fingers, and all he felt was a piercing tingling and weakness.
Does this mean I have to die again right after arriving?
Just as his consciousness was about to fade away, a crisp notification sound suddenly rang in his mind.
"Ding!"
A clear, melodious sound did not enter through his ears, but rather reverberated directly deep within his consciousness.
Immediately afterwards, a cold, flat stream of thought, devoid of any emotion, flowed in:
"Accommodation detected... Vital signs critical... Bind to system..."
A lifeless, mechanical voice rang out, uttered four words, and then... fell silent.
Binding successful. Initial maintenance resources issued...
"Acquire: Yi Jin Jing - Complete"
"Load the initiation?"
A system? The essential cheat code for countless transmigrators?
Chen Xuan's mind trembled slightly, but his long-cultivated composure allowed him to quickly suppress the turmoil. There was no exclamation, no doubt, and even amidst the intense pain, his mind remained clear. This was perhaps his only chance of survival.
"Loading".
He meditated in his heart.
The moment the command was given, a sudden change occurred.
Without any earth-shattering fanfare, a gentle and mellow yet vast power, as deep as the ocean, was born from nothingness and silently permeated his entire body.
Wherever this force passed, the persistent, chilling poison melted away instantly, like snow being poured with boiling water.
The dried-up and broken meridians were gently but firmly widened and reconnected, becoming crystal clear and resilient;
The withered dantian and dantian, like a parched land receiving timely rain, were revitalized and became even more expansive and stable than before the damage.
The essence of the Yi Jin Jing, the profound mysteries of strengthening bones and tendons, and cleansing marrow and hair, were deeply imprinted in his instincts, as if he had practiced it thousands of times.
The state of perfection means that this supreme foundational Buddhist method has reached its theoretical pinnacle in him, leaving him flawless and immaculate.
The process lasted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
When the last trace of discomfort disappeared without a trace, Chen Xuan slowly exhaled a long breath.
The aura was initially faint, but then it became long and deep, even stirring up a small breeze in the quiet room.
He sat up.
The movements were fluid and natural, without the slightest hesitation or pain. A gentle clench of the fist produced a series of low, rhythmic cracks in the knuckles, not a popping sound, but a steady, resonant vibration from the muscles and bones.
He could clearly feel the blood surging like a great river beneath his skin, the power gathering in his muscle fibers, and his five senses becoming several times more acute. He could even faintly hear the subtle rustling of leaves in the far distance outside the window.
With a sudden thought, he looked down at the old, sturdy wooden stool beside the bed.
Without activating any of the so-called internal energy from his memories, relying solely on the purest power in his body at that moment, he stretched out his palm and pressed it onto the stool.
The intention is to press lightly.
however--
"laugh……"
A soft sound, like the tearing of thick silk.
The stool surface beneath his palm was like ice and snow being thrown into a hot iron block; the wood fibers instantly turned into extremely fine and even powder, falling down in a flurry, centered on the point of contact with his palm.
Where the palm originally rested, only a palm-shaped indentation with smooth edges and a depth of about an inch remained, and even a faint mark appeared on the blue brick floor below.
Chen Xuan withdrew his hand and stared at his palm.
The skin on my palms was warm and moist, with no abnormalities.
He glanced again at the pile of wood dust and the handprints on the stool legs, a hint of seriousness flashing across his eyes before returning to a deep calm.
This power... far exceeded expectations. The transformation of the physical body by the perfected level of the Yi Jin Jing can be described as a complete metamorphosis, and at the same time, it also grants one profound internal strength equivalent to nearly sixty years of cultivation.
He didn't feel he used much force just now, yet the power was so terrifying.
Just then, a commotion could be faintly heard outside the courtyard, as if the footsteps of several people were heading towards his small courtyard, accompanied by some impolite shouts.
Chen Xuan frowned slightly and quickly stood up.
His undergarments were stained with cold sweat and previous toxins, emitting a faint odor.
He looked around the room, which was filled with ancient-style decor, and his gaze fell on a wardrobe in the corner. According to his memory, the original owner's clothes were stored there.
He walked over, opened the wardrobe, took out a clean blue cloth shirt, and changed into it with practiced ease.
Although the fabric was not luxurious, it was clean and refreshing. Wearing it made him look even taller and more upright, and the sickly look he had just had vanished, leaving only a calm and composed demeanor.
...
The Chen family, an ordinary martial arts family in Qingyang City, seems to be quite lively today.