In the dim, gloomy ruined temple, Shen He lay in a cramped corner, his entire body aching as if his bones were shattered and his internal organs ruptured.
Moreover, at this moment, his head throbbed excruciatingly, as if it were about to explode.
He closed his eyes, wanting to fall into a deep sleep.
But in his ears, there was the loud crying of a child, the sound of flowing water, and an unpleasant smell filled his nasal cavity.
“Who is so inconsiderate, not even managing their child on the high-speed train, and even taking off their shoes…?” He vaguely opened his eyes to look.
He saw a wolf-headed, human-bodied monster sitting on a futon in front of the altar, bathing a Xiao Tong in front of him.
But he couldn't see clearly, so he could only close his eyes to rest and recover some strength.
“Nowadays, I'm even hallucinating from riding the high-speed train.”
In the bathtub, the Xiao Tong cried heartbreakingly, as a large, furry hand scooped up water and rubbed him.
The water also contained precious spices like star anise.
It didn't look like bathing the Xiao Tong; it looked more like a pickling method.
The Xiao Tong's entire body was rubbed until his skin was red, almost cracking.
The wolf monster smacked its lips and grumbled, “You two-legged sheep are indeed smart. These spices, soaked in water, make one's mouth water.”
“Such tender blood food, marinated with spices and cooked with blood, must be very fragrant.”
“After eating this little thing, my strength will definitely advance to the next level.”
Hearing the wolf monster's words, the Xiao Tong cried even more fiercely, his wails echoing to the heavens.
Shen He's head felt like it was about to explode even more. He forced himself to say, “Shut up! Whose child is this inconsiderate? And the adult isn't even managing him.”
His head was about to burst from the noise.
Moreover, his whole body ached and felt weak. After a moment of rest, he could only barely sit up.
“With this body condition, could it be that I'm sick again?”
“Why do I feel like I'm about to die?”
Suddenly.
Shen He only felt darkness. Opening his eyes, a large shadow loomed before him.
A wolf monster, two and a half meters tall, stood in front of him.
He looked at the other party's furry head and limbs, feeling his lips go dry.
“Is this… a wolf-headed human?”
“Such a realistic hallucination.”
“What a foul smell.”
The wolf monster looked down at Shen He, baring its fangs, and said, “You dog, you're quite resilient. If it weren't for you bringing me blood food, I would have eaten you first.”
Upon hearing this, Shen He felt a torrent of information forcefully crammed into his mind.
It felt as if his entire being was about to explode.
“In the late years of the Great Qian Dynasty, demons ran rampant, raising the Human Race as blood food, calling them two-legged sheep. Officials and demons colluded to create a superficial era of peace…” His current body, sharing the same name, Shen He, was a constable.
He was ordered to deliver blood food to the Wolf God Temple.
After arriving, he discovered that the blood food in his pocket had been replaced by his sister's infant son by someone unknown.
For the sake of his own nephew, he clashed with the Wolf God, and as a result, he was kicked to death in the corner of the ruined temple.
He, who had Transmigrated, took advantage of the situation, occupied this body, and barely survived.
When he came back to his senses, he saw the wolf monster continuing to bathe the Xiao Tong. The Xiao Tong, seeing Shen He awaken, cried out loudly, “Uncle, save me! Uncle, save me!”
Shen He looked at the desperately crying Xiao Tong, forced himself to sit up, and subconsciously reached for the waist saber at his side.
“Damn it, Transmigration is one thing, but Transmigrating to this hellish place, with this hellish plot.”
“Are people even allowed to live?”
Suddenly.
A transparent panel appeared before Shen He, who had just sat up.
“Current Martial Arts”
Pojun Blade Technique (Minor Achievement)
Light Body Skill (Major Achievement)
Po Feng Eight Saber (Not yet getting Started)
“Lifespan can be infused to gain corresponding Martial Arts progress and to innovate and forge a new path. Remaining Lifespan cannot fall below one year.”
“Current Remaining Lifespan: sixty-five years.”
Shen He took several deep breaths, and only after confirming that what he saw was not a hallucination did he feel much more at ease.
“For home travel, a Golden Finger is essential for Transmigration.”
“I truly love you.”
He looked at the panel before him, studying it carefully.
This was his key to survival.
The Pojun Blade Technique displayed on it was passed down by his master, an old soldier who had retired from the military.
Later, he entered Qingya County and became a constable.
However, three years ago, when demons first appeared in Qingya County, he led a team to eliminate them, but was instead killed by the demons.
Before he died, he held off the demons, allowing Shen He to escape.
It was at that time that Shen He's Light Body Skill, passed down in the yamen, achieved a Major Achievement.
But this Po Feng Eight Saber had not appeared in the original body's memories.
He had seen it in a TV series before he Transmigrated, and because of the tragic plot, it remained vivid in his memory.
He hadn't expected that this Po Feng Eight Saber would also become a Martial Arts on the panel.
The so-called Po Feng Eight Saber refers to eight sets of saber techniques using a great saber. Each move is clean and precise, with every strike capable of hitting the enemy's vital points.
It was specifically designed to counter the stabbing expertise of the ghastly beasts.
It originated from the “Po Feng Eight Saber” and “Bayonet Combat Tactics Tutorial” written by the famous Cangzhou martial artist Ma Fengtu for the Northwest Army.
One is a ghastly beast, the other is a demon; cutting them down should be similar enough.
Moreover, according to what he understood from his memories, the Pojun Blade Technique was a broad and sweeping military skill, adept at breaking through encirclements.
The Po Feng Eight Saber, however, was different, emphasizing an all-in, no-retreat, life-risking style.
Shen He glanced at the wolf monster: “You dog, just wait to die!”
Shen He took a deep breath and silently chanted, “Deep Blue… bah, Lifespan infusion, fill up Po Feng Eight Saber for me!”
On the panel, the Lifespan number rapidly decreased.
Sixty… fifty… forty… until it displayed ten, then it stopped.
Shen He's eyes widened, a look of shock on his face.
A full fifty-five years of Lifespan.
“How is this Po Feng Eight Saber so demanding of life?”
As the Lifespan decreased, the Realm behind Po Feng Eight Saber also rapidly increased.
“You diligently practiced Po Feng Eight Saber, and in the seventh year, you achieved the Minor Achievement Realm, becoming proficient in the blade technique.”
“You continued to practice diligently, and in the thirteenth year, you achieved Major Achievement. With a great saber in hand, you wielded it flawlessly.”
“In twenty-five years, your Po Feng Eight Saber reached Perfection. You remained devoted to this blade technique.”
“In forty-eight years, you comprehended a new blade technique from this style, naming it Baji Pigua Blade.”
“In fifty-five years, Baji Pigua Blade reached Perfection.”
...Shen He sat in the corner, quietly feeling the changes in his body.
All his injuries recovered at this moment, his Qi and blood became much more robust, his muscles bulged, and with a casual swing, the blade technique was at his side.
It was as if he had truly practiced for fifty-five years.
The memories in his mind and body were not at all fake.
Shen He gripped his waist saber and slowly stood up, letting out continuous low chuckles.
The wolf monster, who had just finished bathing the Xiao Tong, turned its head at the sound. Seeing Shen He standing with his waist saber in hand, a hint of surprise flashed in its eyes.
It had originally thought that it had kicked him to death earlier.
It hadn't expected Shen He to still be alive.
It had planned to let him recover slightly in the ruined temple, then make him crawl out and continue to find blood food for it.
Now, Shen He was standing up perfectly fine.
This two-legged sheep was even more resilient than it had imagined.
The wolf monster's eyes showed a hint of mockery, and it said, “Get out, don't spoil my appetite.”
Shen He suddenly looked up, his sheathed waist saber pointing diagonally at the wolf monster, and said, “You dog, go to hell!”