UGB Chapter 1: Max Level Divine Skill - Yi Jin Jing!
Chapter 1: Max Level Divine Skill - Yi Jin Jing!
Chen Xuan lay quietly on the hard wooden bed, his gaze fixed on the ancient-style, slightly yellowed roof beams above.
What he felt was a strange mix of emptiness and heaviness within his body, as if this body neither belonged to him nor truly bound his consciousness.
The fragments of memory are still being slowly pieced together.
He remembered his original life—an ordinary person in a modern city, struggling to make ends meet, burdened by mortgage payments, blind dates, and endless performance pressure. Life was like a wound-up toy, precise yet monotonous, which also shaped his calm and collected personality.
The last clear fragment was from another night when I was working overtime until the early hours of the morning, with only the cold light of the computer screen in front of me and a sharp pain suddenly shooting through my heart.
When I opened my eyes again, this was the place.
A completely unfamiliar world, a body also named Chen Xuan, but much younger, and a life trajectory filled with repression, caution, and even frustration.
It turns out that this body is also called Chen Xuan.
Born into a third-rate family, her relatives mysteriously disappeared when she was young, leaving only her elderly grandfather to support the family.
Worse still, the original owner sensed something amiss in her family. The family was declining, and possessing something valuable seemed to be a curse, as if it were hiding something coveted by others. To save her life, she feigned madness and secretly cultivated her family's secret martial arts, only to be betrayed and poisoned. She remained bedridden until her life was extinguished.
Although martial arts exist in this world, the original owner came from a humble background and had mediocre talent, making him utterly insignificant in the face of true powerhouses.
"Transmigration..." Chen Xuan felt little joy, only a calm understanding and a faint sense of absurdity. He had escaped the infighting of the modern world, only to fall into the strife of the ancient world, becoming one of the transmigrators. He knew everything about his past life, and even though he had no ties in the modern urban world, this fate was far from gentle.
What's more troublesome is that this body is in terrible condition. Its meridians are sluggish, its breath is weak, and a cold, toxic substance is lurking deep in its dantian, constantly eroding the little life force it has left.
If he had a choice, he would rather be an ordinary person in modern times than die young in this ancient world. He even hoped that this was just a nightmare, or that it would give him a second chance to travel through time.
But the moment that thought crossed his mind, the pain of reality pulled him back.
He tried to move his fingers, and all he felt was a piercing tingling and weakness.
Does this mean I have to die again right after arriving?
Just as his consciousness was about to fade away, a crisp notification sound suddenly rang in his mind.
"Ding!"
A clear, melodious sound did not enter through his ears, but rather reverberated directly deep within his consciousness.
Immediately afterwards, a cold, flat stream of thought, devoid of any emotion, flowed in:
"Accommodation detected... Vital signs critical... Bind to system..."
A lifeless, mechanical voice rang out, uttered four words, and then... fell silent.
Binding successful. Initial maintenance resources issued...
"Acquire: Yi Jin Jing - Complete"
"Load the initiation?"
A system? The golden finger that every transmigrator needs? Chen Xuan's mind trembled slightly, but his long-cultivated composure allowed him to quickly suppress the turmoil. There was no exclamation, no doubt, and even amidst the intense pain, his mind remained clear. This might be his only chance of survival.
"Loading".
He meditated in his heart.
The moment the command was given, a sudden change occurred.
Without any earth-shattering fanfare, a gentle and mellow yet vast power, as deep as the ocean, was born from nothingness and silently permeated his entire body.
Wherever this force passed, the persistent, chilling poison melted away like boiling water poured on snow; the dried-up and shattered meridians were gently but firmly widened and reconnected, becoming crystal clear and resilient; the withered dantian and qi sea seemed to receive sweet rain after a long drought, regaining their vitality and becoming even more expansive and stable than before the damage.
The essence of the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic), its profound mysteries of strengthening bones and tendons, and cleansing marrow and refining hair, were deeply imprinted in his instincts, as if he had practiced them thousands of times. The state of perfection meant that this supreme foundational Buddhist method had reached its theoretical pinnacle in him, flawless and immaculate.
The process lasted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
When the last trace of discomfort vanished without a trace, Chen Xuan slowly exhaled a long breath. This breath, initially faint, then became long and deep, even creating a small breeze in the silent room.
He sat up.
His movements were fluid and natural, without the slightest hint of stiffness or pain. He gently clenched his fist, his knuckles emitting a series of low, rhythmic cracks—not a popping sound, but a steady, resonant vibration from his muscles and bones. He could clearly feel the blood surging beneath his skin like a mighty river, the power gathering within his muscle fibers, ready to be unleashed. His senses were heightened several times over; he could even faintly hear the delicate rustling of leaves in the far distance outside the window.
With a thought, he looked down at the old, sturdy wooden stool beside the bed. Without activating any of the so-called internal energy he remembered, relying solely on the purest power in his body at that moment, he stretched out his palm and placed it on the stool.
The intention is to press lightly.
however--
"laugh……"
A soft sound, like the tearing of thick silk.
The seat beneath his palm felt like ice and snow being thrown into a hot iron block; the wood fibers instantly turned into extremely fine and even powder, falling down in a flurry, centered on the point of contact with his palm. Where his palm had rested, only a smooth-edged, palm-shaped indentation about an inch deep remained, and even a faint mark appeared on the blue brick floor below.
Chen Xuan withdrew his hand and stared at his palm. The skin on his palm was warm and smooth, with nothing unusual. He then looked at the pile of wood dust and the handprint on the stool leg, a trace of solemnity flashing across his eyes before returning to a deep calm.
This power... far exceeded expectations. The transformation of the physical body by the perfected level of the Yi Jin Jing is nothing short of a complete metamorphosis. Just now, he didn't feel like he used much force, yet the power was so terrifying.
Just then, a commotion could be faintly heard outside the courtyard, as if the footsteps of several people were heading towards his small courtyard, accompanied by some impolite shouts.
Chen Xuan frowned slightly and quickly stood up. His undergarment was stained with cold sweat and the toxins from before, emitting a faint odor. He looked around the room, which was filled with ancient-style decor, and his gaze fell on a wardrobe in the corner. According to his memory, the original owner's clothes were stored there.
He walked over, opened the wardrobe, took out a clean blue cloth shirt, and changed into it with deft movements. The fabric was not luxurious, but it was clean and refreshing. Wearing it made him look even more upright, and the sickly look he had just had vanished, leaving only a calm and composed demeanor.
...
The Chen family, an ordinary martial arts family in Qingyang City, seems to be quite lively today.