Yun Shou woke up in the afternoon.

He set up a small pot, gutted the few small fish he had at home, removed the filth, and then threw the fish in to cook.

Once the fire was lit, the pot soon began to bubble and release a fragrant aroma.

The fish he cooked was called Three Delicacies Fish. When it boiled and bubbled, it had a fresh and fragrant aroma. A sip of the fish soup brought out another wave of deliciousness. The most amazing thing was the smooth and fresh taste of the fish meat, hence the name Three Delicacies Fish.

They could get more copper coins by selling them to those unscrupulous merchants.

However, ever since the Yunshou simulator was turned on, I've kept only a few fresh fish from my two fishing trips.

Without an emulator, it was acceptable to hand over the good fish you caught to earn more money for a living.

If I have an emulator and I don't enjoy it, then what's the point of having an emulator?

"Now that we've eaten and drunk our fill, it's time to work hard."

Yun Shou practiced a set of "Heavenly River Circulation" techniques, which allowed his internal energy to penetrate deep into his body and nourish his internal organs.

Half an hour later, he completed a full set of exercises and opened his eyes.

He said helplessly, "This progress... is practically zero."

"It takes day after day, year after year, on a yearly basis, to see the progress of the internal organ strengthening."

Yun Shou abandoned his internal energy cultivation, went outside, grabbed a tree branch, and after confirming that no one was around, began to use the martial arts techniques that had also been imprinted into his body.

Swish, swish, swish!

His azure energy, like countless serpents, lashed out from the tips of tree branches, carving deep and wide trenches into the ground, deep enough to fit an infant's forearm.

Amidst the rising dust, Yun Shou threw a branch at the green wood a dozen steps away. With the added force, the branch pierced straight through the wood, leaving a hole the size of a longan.

"A second-rate martial artist is merely a Bone-Shattering Demon, capable of shattering an ordinary person's bones with a single slap. A first-rate martial artist, relying on their internal energy, can truly take a person's life with a flick of a flower or a pluck of a leaf."

Yun Shou tried to unleash a burst of energy out of thin air without relying on anything.

The energy was pale blue. When it first left the body, it was as solid as iron, but it quickly dissipated after only five steps. Beyond ten steps, it completely disintegrated, leaving only a wisp of breeze that swayed the grass and trees.

"The range is barely ten feet, about three meters."

"As expected of a martial arts novel, a first-rate martial artist is already considered a superior person. In a big city like Qingcheng, it may not be considered high, but in some small towns, it is enough to make the city lord greet them with his bare hands."

"But in a cultivation world, his combat strength would probably only be at the mid-stage of Qi Refining..."

"So here's the question," Yun Shou pondered.

"What level of martial arts expert is Zhu Baowen? Could it be that above Grandmaster there are Martial Kings and Martial Emperors?"

Can a Grandmaster shatter the void and ascend to immortality?

"This can't be... No matter how I look at it, it's like slapping a city wall to death. This combat power is far from being able to shatter the void..."

Or perhaps.

Yun Shou looked around and saw that the Qinghu Lake had no clear boundaries, the mountains were layered upon layered, and the blue sky was filled with rolling clouds.

"This is just a small, broken island. The world is vast and boundless, so there are giant continents millions or even hundreds of millions of miles long and wide overseas..."

In the evening, most of Yun Shou's neighbors returned from their boat trips.

The old man who rescued him from the lake was actually only fifty years old, not old at all. However, due to overwork, he now looks like he is in his sixties or seventies.

"Little Shou, I haven't seen you today," Old Wang greeted him.

"Haha." Yun Shou replied with a laugh, "I met a strange person today who insisted that I was a martial arts genius and wanted to take me as his disciple. Maybe I will soon become a legendary martial artist as well."

Wang Longtou let out a chuckle, clearly unconvinced: "Don't be fooled by some old beggar." He shook his head, a hint of bitterness barely perceptible on his face: "In this world, who doesn't want to be a martial artist? But we fishermen are born to be fishermen, we can't become one."

Yun Shou didn't continue speaking; time will tell.

I believe that after one or two more simulations, Xu Ruohai, the leader of the Qinghe Gang, will be crushed by him. That will be the day he makes a name for himself.

Or maybe he can wait a few more days or ten days, then suddenly unleash the power of a supreme grandmaster and directly... well, let's not talk about sweeping through Qingcheng yet, let's wait until he knows what level Zhu Baowen is before we talk about that.

"But I can go wander around somewhere else, well, after I've paid back the help I received from everyone in this fishing village."

That evening, Yun Shou was invited by Uncle Ji to his home for dinner.

Uncle Ji's original name was Ji Kangnian. He was 31 years old, and his wife was Song Hongyan.

Both of them are still fishermen.

Yun Shou had a very good impression of Uncle Ji. In fact, in the entire Qinghe Village, this small fishing village, there were only four or five people he felt good about. Old Man Wang was one, and Uncle Ji and his wife were two. They were all people who helped him after he lost his parents.

Although the others did not kick him when he was down, they only fulfilled their most basic human responsibilities. Therefore, Yun Shou will not take these people with him when he rises to prominence in the future.

"Yun Shou, I may not be able to take care of you much in terms of fishing for the next few years." Ji Kangnian sighed as he ate his food. He used to tell Yun Shou from time to time which schools of fish were gathering.

This is typical of a "goody-two-shoes," who even feels that his inability to help others is a debt he owes to them.

Yun Shou shook his head repeatedly: "Please don't say that, Uncle Ji. You've helped me so much these past two years. But what happened next?"

He asked, puzzled.

Ji Kangnian gave a wry smile and said, "The Qinghe Gang said they wanted to bring a group of people who were good at sailing to do business with the Shuicao Gang, which is more than a hundred miles away on the other side of Qinghu Lake."

The two gangs said they wanted to jointly establish a shipping organization and selected some people, including my wife and me, to be responsible for transportation between the two sides of the strait.

Yun Shou was taken aback, then suddenly realized why Uncle Ji had taken on the job of boatman in the previous two simulations, even though there had been no prior indication of it. It turned out that he had been forcibly transferred there by the gang.

In the third simulation, he probably managed to bring Ji Kangnian back by virtue of his status as a formal member of the Qinghe Gang, or rather, he took good care of him so that his wife, Song Hongyan, wouldn't have to work as a "boat lady." However, the simulation omitted descriptions of such experiences.

Therefore, the simulation never mentioned their "daughter" Ji Xiaoyu, so it shouldn't be that she was omitted. Yun Shou had some confidence in himself; he wasn't an ingrate.

As for helping the couple, it led to the disappearance of "Ji Xiaoyu," a character in the simulation who greatly admired him...

Yun Shou felt nothing.

He never chose to inherit the memories of his past. "Ji Xiaoyu" was just a short name that appeared less than ten times in the simulator. Why care about someone who never existed?

"Luckily I didn't inherit the memories, otherwise I would have become ugly." Yun Shou thought to himself, "Ji Xiaoyu is not even worth mentioning."

"Besides, this couple isn't infertile. They can have their own Ji Xiaoyu. If there's such a thing as a soul in this world, then it would be the same person."