"Sorry, Suba, we're just not right for each other. Give it up already!"
"Luwan, I've been there for you every step of the way these past few years—attentive, devoted. If you didn’t like me, why did you let me keep doting on you?"
"Pfft, don’t flatter yourself. I just enjoyed being worshipped, that’s all. Three years at the academy, and you’re still stuck at the early stage of One-Star cultivation. Pathetic! You’ll never amount to anything—just a worthless loser for life!"
"What do you even matter? You were nothing more than my worst backup option!"
"Ah—Suba! What the hell are you doing?! You bastard, don’t you dare run!!"
"......"
A cacophony of voices, shrill and chaotic like sparrows squabbling, jolted Suba awake.
He bolted upright in bed, his eyes darting around the unfamiliar surroundings.
Fragmented memories surged into his mind like a flood, and as they pieced themselves together, a flicker of astonishment crossed his face.
"Did I... just transmigrate?"
He had crossed over to the Xuantian Continent—a world where strength reigned supreme.
Unlike his past life, this world operated on a structured cultivation system.
Martial artists progressed from One-Star to Nine-Star, and after tempering their bones, they could reach the Postnatal Realm.
From Suba’s memories, even a Three-Star martial artist possessed the raw power to tear apart tigers and leopards barehanded. As for those in the Postnatal Realm? A single palm strike could shatter a small mountain from a distance!
Rumors spoke of an even more legendary realm beyond that—the Innate Realm. Those who reached such heights could soar through the skies, shift mountains, and part oceans, wielding power akin to immortals!
Su Ba's eyes lit up with excitement!
In his previous life in China, he had been a martial arts fanatic, utterly obsessed with Chinese combat techniques. At just twelve years old, he had climbed Mount Song to seek out a master and train. By eighteen, he had mastered his skills and descended the mountain to challenge fighters far and wide—emerging undefeated in every battle! Through constant combat, he refined his techniques, broke through his limits, and grew stronger, eventually becoming unrivaled across the land. In his homeland, he was revered as the Grandmaster of Combat, the undisputed number one.
He had resigned himself to a life of lonely supremacy, with no worthy opponents left to face—until fate intervened, sweeping him up in the tide of transmigration! Now, he found himself in the Xuantian Continent, a world teeming with formidable warriors. Was this destiny’s way of pushing him toward new martial heights?!
But then—
A flood of memories crashed into his mind like a bucket of ice water, dousing his enthusiasm. The body he now inhabited also bore the name Su Ba, but this version was a mere collateral descendant of the Su Clan in Fengwu City, the capital of the Fengwu Kingdom. His parents were ordinary folk, managing a small family-owned grocery store with meager earnings.
Worse still, this Su Ba was infamous in Fengwu City’s Phantom Night Academy as the ultimate loser. After nearly three years of training, his cultivation level still lingered pathetically at the initial stage of One-Star Warrior, while most of his peers had already broken through to Two-Star. Mocked and looked down upon daily, he had mustered the courage to confess his feelings to the girl he’d adored for three years—only to suffer a soul-crushing rejection.
In a fit of rage, he had kicked her in the backside—sealing his reputation as both a failure and a fool.
He then stormed out of the academy, locked himself in his rented room outside the campus, drowned himself in alcohol day and night, and ultimately died suddenly!
"Ah, what was the point?"
Su Ba shook his head faintly, his expression indifferent.
A simp to the end—truly left with nothing.
Then, as Su Ba realized he had inherited this utterly useless body, a hint of exasperation flickered across his stern face. He frowned and muttered,
"If I remember right, these next few days, martial academies from the Fengwu Kingdom will be sending recruiters to local institutions. With this pathetic physique, I probably wouldn’t even qualify for the weakest one!"
"If I can’t even get into a martial academy, how can I pursue the martial path? Let alone reach its pinnacle!"
*Beep!*
"System scan complete. Integration in progress..."
