Chapter One: The Supreme Martial Arts System

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In the Tianyuan Continent, Qingzhou, the Great Flame Kingdom.
The scorching sun hung high, its rays baking the ground until it felt blistering hot. Even with short sleeves, passersby felt as if they were being roasted.
Compounded by the crowds, the entire royal city resembled a furnace.
Lu Xingchen walked slowly along the street, letting out a soft sigh, lacking any trace of the spirited confidence typical of a transmigrator.
Good news: he had become the only son of the Grand General, born into privilege; betrothed to a princess, destined for a beautiful wife.
Bad news: born with a defective body, unable to cultivate; the Great Flame Kingdom was at war, and his father could die on the battlefield at any moment; the princess had broken off their engagement, humiliating the Lu family.
“When I become an unparalleled master, I will return the engagement and make you regret it!”
He still remembered the bold vow made before his fiancée, though he had no way to break free from his predicament.
With another sigh, Lu Xingchen thought, “I should join the army! With my modern mindset, maybe I can make a name for myself and ease my father’s burden.”
He had heard that besides humans, there were demons and妖族 in this world. He wondered if the demons were genuine and whether succubi existed among them.
Lost in thought, Lu Xingchen headed toward the recruitment office at the city gate.
Suddenly, he heard an old man panting heavily.
“Stop! My bag, give me my bag back!”
A small, sharp-faced thief brushed past him, clutching a bundle.
Lu Xingchen raised an eyebrow, grabbed the thief’s shoulder, and yanked hard.
The thief stumbled and fell to the ground.
As the thief tried to struggle up, Lu Xingchen stepped on him.
Soon, the old man caught up, nearly falling to his knees before Lu Xingchen.
“Thank you, young master! Thank you! My life savings are in that bag—if I lost it, my family would be doomed.”
Lu Xingchen said nothing, tossed the bag back to the old man, gave the thief another kick, and continued on.
Unexpectedly, the old man was persistent and insisted on treating him to tea.
In the teahouse, Lu Xingchen sipped lightly and smiled faintly.
“Old sir, why do you carry so much silver with you?”
Seeing Lu Xingchen drink the tea, the old man’s face lit up, then he suddenly slammed the table and shouted, “Lu Xingchen, prepare to die!”
At his command, the teahouse guests and attendants set down their cups and knives, surrounding Lu Xingchen.
There were at least a dozen of them.
A look of alarm crossed Lu Xingchen’s face.
“I am the son of the Grand General and the princess’s fiancé—how dare you attack me?”
“Precisely because your status is lofty but your strength does not match, you must die. Blame your greed for refusing the princess’s broken engagement! A useless cripple who cannot cultivate, yet dares to covet a noble princess?”
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