Yi Feng finished a seamless set of Tai Chi moves, stepping forward like the Seven Stars and backward like a tiger, with moves like Twin Lotus Kick and Vajra Crushing Fist. As he completed the routine, he straightened his gray robe and stood still to conclude.

"Mm!"

"Smooth and flowing, it's extraordinary!"

Reflecting on the Tai Chi set he had just performed, Yi Feng felt a sense of satisfaction. With his current understanding and mastery of martial arts, if he were in the modern world, he would undoubtedly be considered a master of a generation.

But now...

It was all useless.

Yi Feng shook his head helplessly, brushed off the dust on his clothes, picked up a ceramic water jug, and lay down on a recliner.

He had transmigrated to this world twenty years ago. Unlike his previous life, this world revered the strong, where powerful individuals could destroy cities, move mountains, and seas, and pluck stars from the sky with a mere wave of their hand.

In his previous life, Yi Feng had been an unremarkable owner of a fried chicken shop. When he first arrived in this world, he was full of ambition, dreaming of great achievements and imagining himself surrounded by female cultivators even more beautiful than celebrities. Life would be wonderful.

However, to his dismay, he was born with blocked meridians, completely unsuited for cultivation.

"Ding— Martial arts perfected, reaching the realm of gods."

Hearing the system's voice, Yi Feng felt no excitement, only a faint urge to curse...

"Host: Yi Feng."

"Age: 20."

"Cultivation Level: Mortal."

"Achievements: Martial arts (God level)."

"Swordsmanship (God level)."

"Staff techniques (God level)."

"Knife techniques (God level)."

"Palm techniques (God level)."

"Blacksmithing (God level)."

"Illustration (God level)."

"Healing (God level)."

...

Yes, Yi Feng had a golden finger after transmigrating here, but it didn’t help him with cultivation. It only gave him a martial arts school, and all the enhancements were related to it.

After years of hard work and the system's help, he had mastered all these skills to the "God level."

If he were back in the modern world, he'd be a celebrity, appearing on TV and live streams.

But here, what use was it?

Even a low-level martial artist could probably knock him out with a single punch...

Yi Feng had struggled, complained, and cursed, but over the years, he had come to terms with his situation. Since he couldn't cultivate, he would guard his small territory and be a salted fish... cough, a master of a generation, which wasn’t too bad.

After all, he had considered that real cultivation might be too much for him, involving secret realms and sect battles, where a single misstep could lead to death.

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Glancing at the sunlight outside the window, Yi Feng stretched and opened his shop's door.

He then brought out a pile of martial arts techniques he had illustrated and set them out for sale.

This was actually his main source of income. Few people came to him for martial arts lessons, as even ordinary people who couldn't cultivate had absorbed some spiritual energy over time, potentially making them stronger than him.

So he sold these "martial arts manuals" to make a living. Business was neither good nor bad, just enough to get by.

Most of the buyers were parents getting picture books for their children.

"Recently, there have been more cultivators around!" Yi Feng remarked, watching the streaks of light across the sky.

Though he couldn't cultivate, he wasn't far from the cultivators' world. Not far from Pingjiang City, there were two major sects, and many disciples came to the city for supplies.

"I heard the Patriarchs of Qingtian Sect and Xuanwu Sect made a life-and-death bet, happening in a few days, so many South Sea cultivators are coming to watch," a familiar street vendor said.

"Oh." Yi Feng nodded, not paying much attention. It had nothing to do with him.

"Hey, sister, look at these books. They're so strange. I've never seen anything like them."

Just then, two graceful figures appeared at the door.

The younger one had braids and, although not fully matured, her features promised a stunning beauty in the future. She blinked her big, lively eyes, curiously examining the martial arts books on Yi Feng's stall.

The other woman was entirely different.

Dressed in white, she gave off an ethereal vibe, like a fairy descended to the mortal realm. Her face was stunning but carried a cold aura, seemingly distant and unapproachable.

"A cultivator!"

Yi Feng was slightly surprised, looking at the two women. Not only were they beautiful, but they were also cultivators, a first for him.

The woman in white, Lan Xue, glanced at Yi Feng.

He sat leisurely, his gray robe spotless, with a handsome face and a constant faint smile, giving off a serene and otherworldly feel.

In short, he looked very comfortable.

"Too bad he's just a mortal." Lan Xue withdrew her gaze with a hint of disdain. No matter how extraordinary a mortal was, they were still a mortal, a mere ant.

"Sister, I want to buy one, okay?" The young girl, Luo Li, didn't think much of it. She looked at Lan Xue with sparkling eyes.

Lan Xue frowned.

Her master’s duel with the Xuanwu Sect Patriarch was in a few days. Although rumors said they were equally matched, as the personal disciple of the Qingtian Sect Patriarch, she knew the chances of winning were only twenty percent.

Now, with Qingtian Sect in dire straits, her junior sister still had the leisure to be interested in these things, which irritated her.

"Luo Li, let's go." Lan Xue reprimanded.

"But I want one," Luo Li pouted, her eyes teary.

"Luo Li, we have things to do. Don't waste time. Besides, as cultivators, what use do we have for a mortal's things?" Lan Xue lectured.

Yi Feng's face darkened.

This was really unpleasant to hear.

Luo Li lowered her head, pouting, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, but she still didn't want to leave Yi Feng's stall.

Lan Xue, with a frosty face, didn't know how to deal with Luo Li.

With a wave of her hand, a gold coin landed in Yi Feng's hand. She took a martial arts book and left with Luo Li.

"Hey, hey, one gold coin isn't enough!" Yi Feng called out, looking at the coin in his hand.

But all he got was Lan Xue's cold gaze, which made him swallow his words. He muttered to himself, "Forget it, this little girl is cute. Let's consider it a gift."

After they left, Yi Feng gestured in the direction they went.

If he weren't weaker, he would teach them a lesson!

Luo Li was thrilled with the martial arts book, forgetting everything else, engrossed in it.

"Wow, sister, this book is really interesting!" Luo Li couldn't help but praise.

Lan Xue ignored her. What was so interesting about a mortal's picture book?

"Sister, sister, just take a look!" Luo Li pulled at Lan Xue's hand, pleading. "It's really good."

Lan Xue showed a hint of anger.

With the uncertain future of Qingtian Sect, she had no time for such things. Just as she was about to scold her, she accidentally caught a glimpse of a corner of the illustration in the book.

Instantly, her body trembled.

She felt an overwhelming fear, and her face turned pale. She spat out a mouthful of blood.