Forced to Marry Into Certain Death, Only to Farm the Battlefield Into Godhood?

Li Wei, a young man from 21st century Earth, found herself transmigrated into a parallel high-martial world as Wu University’s prospective freshman Li Wei.

Inheriting the original host’s ...

Chapter 22: Like a Mayfly Seeing the Blue Sky

"This Jiang Han kid is getting more and more outrageous!" Jiang Yunshu felt a little relieved after hearing this, but his anger did not subside.

Tang Zhou laughed and said, "The child is still young, just teach him slowly."

Neither of them noticed the flash of resentment in Jiang Yao's eyes as she lowered her head.

[I've already informed Yun Zheng, but Jiang Xue disappeared. Did she notice something?]

[Impossible! She's so stupid! I poisoned her so crudely four years ago, and she didn't even notice!]

[Coincidence, it must be a coincidence! Humph, she can't possibly stay away from home forever. Just wait, Jiang Xue, Yun Zheng is a genius with a HP value of 86, and he has mastered the Blood Dragon Claw. You're dead this time!]

The realm of warfare, from low to high, is divided into entry, mastery, proficiency, minor success, major success, and perfection.

In the quasi-warrior stage, everyone is trying hard to nourish their blood, and few people are distracted by practicing combat techniques, unless they want to stand out in the freshman competition.

Yun Zheng, who had mastered combat techniques before entering school, was truly an anomaly.

As for Jiang Xue?

Just a useless twenty-year-old who is still stuck in the throes of muscle and bone.

When she saw Yun Zheng, she was like a mayfly seeing the blue sky!

[My dear sister, Yun Zheng loves to crush other people's bones. I'm really looking forward to it~]

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Zhang family villa, martial arts training ground.

Zhang Yansheng snapped his fingers, and a sharp blade energy swept through, leaving several hideous and crisscrossing cuts on the special alloy ground.

More than ten meters away, a tall and proud figure stood there, not dodging or evading the sword energy, with a fierce fighting spirit in his tiger eyes.

"Come on!" He shouted loudly, unsheathed the goose-feather knife at his waist, and slashed across like thunder.

Boom!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The blood-burning blade moved forward unstoppably, and as soon as it made contact, it shattered the invisible sword energy!

"call--"

The young man's face flushed red. He took a breath and suddenly exhaled a breath of white air before sheathing his knife.

During the movement, the joints of the hand holding the knife can be seen to have a jade-like luster, which is extraordinary.

Zhang Yansheng showed approval and said, "The second stage is complete, and the jade bones are almost formed. Excellent! You are worthy of being my son, Zhang Yansheng!"

Then, a look of regret appeared on his face, "It's a pity that before you broke through to the warrior level, your physical body had barely reached perfection. If you could go one step further and achieve a shortcut body..."

The young man's cold lips were taut, his wheat-colored skin as hard as a rock, "When Chen Yaochi broke through to the warrior level, his Qi and blood value was only 96. We are both at the Great Perfection. If we were the same age, it's not certain who is stronger and who is weaker."

"You, you... before graduation, I was the only fourth-level rank student in China," Zhang Yansheng scolded with a smile, "How dare you compare yourself to the best of the younger generation? You're so brave!"

After he finished speaking, he asked the young man to sit next to him.

"Pengcheng, when are you going to advance?"

The young man, Zhang Pengcheng, lazily sat down on the futon next to Zhang Yansheng and replied, "My jade bones haven't reached their limit yet. They still need to be polished."

"Gu Jinzhi reached the third level three months ago. Do you have the confidence to defeat him?" Zhang Yansheng asked.

"After the Freshman Competition, he fell into depravity and reached the Warrior level with a HP value of 89. From then on, he and I were no longer from the same world."

Zhang Pengcheng placed his sword flat on his knees and casually pulled out a piece of it. The sharp blade was like a mirror, reflecting his sharp eyes and eyebrows.

"One point difference, a world of difference," Zhang Pengcheng sneered, "Gu Jinzhi is like a mayfly seeing the sky when he sees me now."