779 Pugilistic World (1/2)
”Young Master has woken up!”
Fang Yuan opened his eyes and immediately realized that he was lying on a bed. The silk quilt was smooth and fragrant.
Two pretty, young servants beside him were clad in jade jewelry. Upon seeing him wake up, they brought him a copper basin and a teapot, carefully assisting him as he washed up.
This place looks affluent, but different from what I had imagined!
Fang Yuan stared at his reflection on the copper mirror.
Hmm. The facial features were handsome, but a bit feminine. Moreover… there were eye bags and panda eyes. Unrestricted debauchery had depleted this body of its energy.
According to the memories of the body, this was an ignorant wastrel.
It's weird that he became skinny rather than obese with such a lifestyle. Perhaps the body is too weak?
The trivial things aside, Fang Yuan carefully browsed through the memories of the body's original owner and wondered, Initially… I thought that higher dimension worlds had to be similar to the Spiritual Realm and the Mental Demon Realm. It's unexpected that there would be such a world—a pugilistic world!
Pugilistic World! This was the main theme of this world.
According to the wastrel's memories, there was no government in this world, but many pugilistic sects prospered.
A martial artist could be powerful enough to split a mountain, travel a thousand kilometers a day, and fight against ten thousand opponents on their own.
A sect had authority over a few commanderies, collected taxes, trained the army, and delegated officers, just like a small country.
It was said that a true Martial Dao master could destroy a city by merely waving their hand, and their Essence Soul could leave their body and battle someone thousands of kilometers away.
Therefore, martial arts were incomparably popular in this world. Any young men and women would want to become an outstanding martial artist.
There were all sorts of martial arts competitions, rankings, and commentaries.
However… this seems a little too weak! While martial arts are powerful, they're no match for the capability of existences like Demon Masters and Demon Gods…
Fang Yuan thought silently, Is it that I have some misunderstandings about what a higher dimension world should be like… Or is there a hidden side of this world that I have yet to discover?
He did not think too much and started to organize the memories of the body's original owner.
Hmm, he was lucky this time. The original owner, named Nangong Wuwang, was the son of the Divine Armament Mountain Villa's villa lord. He had a father and three elder sisters.
The Divine Armament Mountain Villa was in the second tier of the Pugilistic World and had absolute authority over the three commanderies nearby.
The villa lord, Nangong Wentian, was listed in the second-grade on the latest Martial Roll. He was a highly skilled martial artist and challenged by many people every year. However, those people did not end up well, most being thrown off the Intestine Breaking Cliff at the back of the villa.
The Martial Dao has nine grades. Skilled martial artists in the top three grades can certainly found sects, and it's said that there's a Heavenly Phenomenon realm above the nine grades. In that realm, martial artists are the same as an Immortal on the ground…
It's a pity that with such a good father and abundant resources, Nangong Wuwang can't learn martial arts due to his inherent deficiencies. He has a 'Body of Hundred Emissions'. Everyone knows that he's a useless bum at learning martial arts, and his ability hasn't even reached the ninth-grade, so he can't even be counted as a martial artist.
The hopeless future and unrestrained love from his father and sisters have made him indulge himself and become a wastrel…
Fang Yuan knocked his forehead as he went through Nangong Wuwang's life experience. He frowned. Body of Hundred Emissions… The state of this body is somewhat troublesome!
From the literal meaning of 'Hundred Emissions', this body leaked anything it could. Not to mention the most fundamental inner force of a martial artist, it could not even contain any quantity of blood and Qi beyond the limit of a common person.
Therefore, Nangong Wuwang could not even master the most basic strength techniques in the Pugilistic World and was extremely weak.
This problem must be solved as soon as possible!
Fang Yuan brought out his stats window:
”Name: Fang Yuan (Nangong Wuwang)
Essence: 0.7
Spirit: 0.7
Magic: 0.5
Cultivation: Negligible
Technique: ???
Specialization: Botany [Level Six] (Maximum), Fiery Golden Eyes [Level 3], Body of Origin Power (???)”
”This is indeed the template of a purely useless bum!”
Fang Yuan exhaled deeply.
Origin power had the property of a spiritual imprint. No matter how many times he changed bodies, his origin power would recover gradually.
Fang Yuan was now aware of the power that flourished and circulated in his body as he breathed.
But his expression changed slightly the next moment, detecting that a strong suction force had sucked away all the regenerated secondary power from every part of his body.
”Hmm? So this is the Body of Hundred Emissions?”
Fang Yuan looked at his stats. The sign of Body of Origin Power first solidified and then became transparent again.
”However… this doesn't seem to be natural. Otherwise, I would've been surrounded by chilling gusts and Demonic Qi… Why does it look like something is forcibly sucking stuff away?”