In the rear kitchen courtyard of the Zhao Manor in Tianwu City, a young man in white robes flailed his limbs wildly. Flies scattered in panic around him. A closer look revealed his clouded, lifeless eyes—a man born blind.
“Look, our Zhao family’s esteemed son-in-law is here to catch flies again!”
“A blind man hunting flies—what a spectacle!”
“Let’s bet! How many days will he need to catch one?”
The gathered cooks jeered openly. In a martial world where strength reigned supreme, even ordinary folk held higher status than a blind man.
Just as mockery peaked, the young man’s hand shot out. Whether by luck or acute hearing, he snatched a fly midair.
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for capturing a fly. The Divine Animal Evolution System is now activated!
The synthetic voice in his mind stunned Lin Hao. As a transmigrator, he knew systems well—though this one had kept him waiting eighteen years. Still, its arrival was a lifeline. The activation condition? Capturing a live animal. Hence, he’d chosen the fly-infested kitchen.
Three days of ridicule, three days of effort—finally, success.
Ding! Detected fly capture. Designate as pet?
“Yes,” Lin Hao mentally affirmed.
Pet registered. Please name.
“Kung Fu Fly,” he replied, recalling a sci-fi film from his past life.
Naming complete.
A status panel materialized in his mind:
[Kung Fu Fly]
ID: 001
Master: Lin Hao
Combat Power: 1
Lifespan: 50 days
Skills: None
Evolvable Organs: All
The system’s purpose clarified: enhancing animal allies. Two upgrade paths existed.
1. Full-Body Reinforcement: Strengthen all organs across four tiers—Basic, Intermediate, Advanced, King. Each tier cost tenfold the last (Basic: 10,000 gold taels; Intermediate: 100,000…).
2. Stage Advancement: Seven ranks from D to SSS. A rooster reaching SSS could evolve into a phoenix! Each stage demanded at least 100,000 taels, escalating tenfold per tier. Crucially, pets needed King-tier Full-Body Reinforcement before advancing stages (e.g., D-King to C).
Lin Hao’s excitement dimmed as reality struck—he owned not a single coin.
Ding! Newcomer Gift Pack unlocked. Claim?
“Claim!”
Rewards: 1x Free King-tier Reinforcement; 1x Free Stage Advancement. Select pet.
Five slots appeared mentally. The first held the fly; four remained empty. Lin Hao selected it.
Ding! Reinforcement complete. Kung Fu Fly upgraded.
The status panel updated: Combat Power skyrocketed to 1,000. Lifespan stayed unchanged.
Ding! Stage Advancement successful. Kung Fu Fly reaches C-tier. Skill acquired: Bloodblade Scythe-Legs.
The fly’s avatar transformed—muscled body, legs armored in razor-sharp metallic blades. Lifespan surged to 500 days.
Lin Hao exhaled sharply. This system’s insane!
Testing control, he opened his palm. Instead of fleeing, the fly perched obediently. Suddenly, Lin Hao’s darkness lifted—not through his eyes, but via the fly’s perspective. He could see.
“Boring. The blind fool actually caught one. Bet’s off,” a cook grumbled.
Through the fly’s eyes, Lin Hao studied his tormentors—greasy, sneering men who’d tormented him since his arranged marriage into the Zhao family six months prior. Born into the prestigious Lin clan yet shunned for blindness, he now endured humiliation as a live-in son-in-law. His “wife” forced him to sleep on the floor, lower than servants.
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As Lin Hao turned to leave, the head cook nudged an apprentice, who slyly stuck out a foot to trip him.
Gotcha.
The fly’s vision revealed everything. For half a year, mysterious adversaries had sabotaged Lin Hao—tainted meals, petty traps. These cooks were key players.
But now, with a C-tier Kung Fu Fly…
Lin Hao smiled. Time to flip the script.
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The Ultimate Beastmaster
“Trying to trip me? Pathetic.”
Lin Hao’s expression darkened as he raised his foot and stomped hard on the apprentice’s ankle.
Crack!
The sound of snapping bone echoed. The apprentice collapsed, howling in agony. The head chef and others paled, staring at Lin Hao in shock.
Could he see?
Impossible. Everyone knew the Zhao family’s blind son-in-law.
“Blind people have sharp hearing. He must’ve sensed the trap,” the head chef muttered, though doubt flickered in his eyes.
“Let’s test that blindness,” the chef growled, lumbering forward. His meaty hand swung toward Lin Hao’s face.
Whoosh!
The Kung Fu Fly shot from Lin Hao’s shoulder like a black dagger. A metallic glint flashed—
Thud!
Three fat fingers hit the ground. Blood sprayed.
“AAAAAH!” The chef staggered back, clutching his mangled hand. The cooks froze, terror-struck. What demonic force had attacked?
The fly landed calmly on Lin Hao’s shoulder, cleaning its scythe-like forelegs. Enhanced by Bloodblade Scythe-Legs, its strikes were invisible to mortal eyes.
Lin Hao’s heart raced. If a fly can do this… what about tigers? Dragons? Ambition flared. He needed funds—fast. Even basic system upgrades cost 10,000 silver.
Ignoring the whimpering cooks, Lin Hao strode out confidently. For the first time, bystanders shrank from him.
Outside Zhao Manor, dusk painted the sky amber. Through the fly’s eyes, Lin Hao gazed at the sunset. Freedom tasted sweet.
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Tianwu City’s bustling streets unfolded before him—pagoda roofs, merchant stalls, the clang of blacksmiths. In this world of warriors and mages, strength ruled. Combat arts ranked Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Mortal tiers. Mages guarded their secrets jealously; their techniques required academy training.
Yet Lin Hao’s path differed. He was a beastmaster—but no ordinary one. His system could elevate any creature to godhood overnight.
His wanderings stopped before an unmarked shop with a black plaque. To the ignorant, it seemed abandoned. To the underworld, it was a kill broker—a joint venture between the Zhao (wealth) and Lin (martial might) families.
Lin Hao’s lips twisted. This very den had sealed his fate six months ago, when he’d been traded as a political pawn in the Zhao-Lin alliance. A blind groom for a cold-hearted bride.
“Where it began… ends here,” he murmured, spotting a discarded bamboo hat with a black veil. He donned it, shadowing his face.
Inside, floral incense wafted. Through the fly’s vision, Lin Hao saw a woman approaching the exit—slim, poised, her azure robes accenting curves that would make poets weep. Her face…
Zhao Ling’er.
His “wife.”
Her jasmine scent triggered memories: silent dinners, her contemptuous sighs, the bed she’d forbidden him to share. At 24, she commanded Zhao commerce and ranked as a Tier 4 mage—a prodigy. This shop was her domain.
She’d chosen him precisely because he was blind, harmless, easily controlled.
As they brushed past each other, Lin Hao’s voice cut through the veil: “You think me beneath notice. Soon, you’ll struggle to glimpse my shadow.”
Zhao Ling’er paused. No recognition showed—just the disdainful glance one gives a madman. The door closed behind her.
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The shop’s interior was sparse: a stone counter, iron candleholders, bloodstains poorly scrubbed from floor cracks. A scarred man eyed Lin Hao.
“Posting or taking?” he rasped.
“Taking.” Lin Hao’s voice emerged distorted through the veil. “Highest reward.”
The man slid forward a ledger. Assassination targets glowed red:
[Target] City Guard Captain, Zhang Hong
[Bounty] 50,000 silver
[Difficulty] 3 stars (Warrior Tier 5)
[Target] Merchant Li Fu
[Bounty] 20,000 silver
[Difficulty] 2 stars (Warrior Tier 3)
[Target] Bandit King, Huo Qiang
[Bounty] 200,000 silver
[Difficulty] 5 stars (Warrior Tier 9)
Lin Hao’s finger tapped the last entry.
The clerk snorted. “Five-star missions need collateral. 100,000 silver. Got it?”
Lin Hao placed a jade pendant on the counter—Zhao Ling’er’s “wedding gift,” worth triple the sum.
The clerk’s eyebrows rose. “Huo Qiang’s holed up in Blackwind Mountain. Three days. Fail, and we keep the jade.”
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Dawn painted Blackwind Mountain crimson. Lin Hao crouched in bushes, the Kung Fu Fly scouting ahead. Its vision revealed a fortress carved into cliffs, bandits laughing over breakfast.
Huo Qiang himself sat shirtless in a courtyard, cleaving boulders with a greataxe—Tier 9 strength.
Crash!
Another boulder split. The bandit king grinned, sweat glistening on scarred muscles.
Lin Hao smiled. Perfect.
He whispered, “Go.”
The fly zipped into the fortress, darting past guards. In the armory, it landed on an oil lamp’s wick.
Sizzle.
The flame caught a hemp rope leading to… gunpowder barrels.
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Huo Qiang froze mid-swing. A faint hiss…
BOOM!
The mountain shook. Fire engulfed the fortress. Bandits ran screaming—until the Kung Fu Fly’s bladed legs silenced them.
By dusk, Lin Hao stood before Zhao Ling’er, tossing Huo Qiang’s head at her feet.
“Payment,” he said, voice still veiled.
She stared, pale. The clerk wordlessly handed over 200,000 silver notes.
As Lin Hao turned, Zhao Ling’er called, “Who are you?”
He paused. “Someone you’ll never own.”
The door slammed. Somewhere, a system chimed:
Ding! Host completes first mission. Unlock: Beastmaster’s Cloak (Camouflage +30%).
Lin Hao grinned. This was just the beginning.