[You've stirred up a hornet's nest; that's your current thought.]

The fighting strength of this desert tribe is terrifyingly distorted; thousands of warriors are ordinary people, at most possessing exceptional innate physical abilities, comparable to third- or second-rate martial artists.

The priests on the altar were all at least martial arts masters, with several grandmasters leaping out and landing gracefully from a height of a hundred meters, their aura magnificent!

【Yun Shou, Yun Shou, I admit your situation is dangerous, but there's still a sliver of hope for escape. Are there any more dangerous or exciting situations out there?】

[Yes, yes, there are more than one Grandmaster-level warrior in the tribe. There are nine in total, all of whom are among the top ten strongest warriors in the priesthood.]

[And there is another who is the priest among priests, the strongest among the strong, above the Grandmaster level, the ruler of the desert—the Supreme Grandmaster/Priest!]

[From over a hundred meters away, the grandmaster unleashed a palm strike, the energy almost tangible. You felt as if you'd been hit by a train engine; in an instant, your bones shattered, and you collapsed to the ground barely breathing.]

[On the brink of death, you didn't break through to the limit, but you mentally complained that the Snake Fang Tribe had misled you too much, and that the martial arts tradition of this tribe was too distorted. You suspected that there might not even be as many second-rate martial artists as martial arts masters or grandmasters here.]

[Amidst excruciating pain and near numbness, you silently leave your travel reflections.]

"This place is no fun. The locals are too xenophobic and have low morals. They bully me, an outsider. I'll never come here again in my next life!"

[When a person is about to die, their words are kind, but the thought of a dog-like entity reaping the benefits outside the simulator makes you resentful: "Winning by doing nothing..."]

You are dead.

Please select the following reward inheritance options.

1. Detailed memories of thirty-four years.

2. The martial arts master's progress in martial arts, martial arts skills, and related memories.

3. Increase the foundation by 34%.

Yun Shou did not choose to inherit immediately.

To be honest, as a complete bystander, he felt that while the simulated Old Yun was dead, his dying words were indeed excessive.

"Our Yun family has two brothers."

"My physical self and the simulated Old Cloud."

"I work hard every day to start the simulation and wait for the results with bated breath."

"You, Lao Yun, are having a blast practicing martial arts and leveling up in the simulation."

"And then it's over, let's do a simulation and settle the score."

"Hey, Lao Yun got the MVP!"

"I just lie in bed all day watching the plot."

"It's either click 'start' or select a reward."

"A dog who wins by lying down!"

"My true nature is that of a lazy winner!"

"My score in this simulation is 3.0."

"Your old Yun is much stronger in this simulation training, right? 13.0 Carry game."

"Can you calculate it like that? Huh? You're distorting people's efforts!"

Yun Shou was angry that he didn't understand and was furious that he didn't realize the truth.

"The real thing is like this: in the simulation, Lao Yun only needs to devote himself to martial arts training, adventure, monster fighting, leveling up and surviving. But my real body has many more things to consider."

*Choose 2

His foundational martial arts were instantly transformed, and while his average physical attributes slightly improved, the azure energy of "Heavenly River Circulation - Minor Completion" rapidly transformed into the blazing white energy of "Sunburst Technique - Major Completion." This dual enhancement directly boosted his strength.

Then there's the breakthrough in martial arts cultivation: the internal organs are extremely strong, the power penetrates to the bones, the breakthrough to martial arts master, and the power circulation!

How terrifying is it that a martial artist with the potential to become a "Grandmaster" has accumulated all the progress in martial arts over the past thirty years into one body?!

Explosive growth, rampant growth, and even more damn rapid growth!

Yun Shou's aura at this moment is ten times, or even nine times, stronger than it has ever been!

"Finally, finally I can be considered someone important."

Third-rate guards, second-rate wanderers, first-rate local masters.

Martial arts masters were already able to open martial arts schools, become famous throughout a prefecture or state, and recruit many disciples and followers.

In terms of combat power, a martial arts master is an army of a thousand men with unimaginable flexibility. Most city lords would respect or even be humble in front of him!

Qingcheng is one of the largest cities in Beichuan County, but there are only three martial arts schools in the city. The area around Qinghu Lake, which is said to be eight hundred miles away, is controlled by only one gang, the Qinghe Gang, and the gang leader, Xu Ruohai, is not even a martial arts master!

Just as he was thinking of the Qinghe Gang, Yun Shou frowned as a faint stench wafted over on the wind.

Then, footsteps and conversations came from not far away.

Shao Erdan's voice came: "This is it. I remember that kid lived here."

Then a middle-aged man sneered, "I'd like to see if a real dragon could emerge from this little fishing village, after beating you two pieces of trash like this?"

After a moment's thought, Yun Shou remembered that this was exactly the plot that had happened at the beginning of today's simulation. The two Shao brothers, whom he had thrown into the latrine yesterday, had gone to the Qinghe Gang to call for reinforcements.

And the person they drew was their maternal uncle, Mu Jian, a second-rate martial artist.

"A second-rate martial artist..." Although only a few days had passed, Yun Shou felt as if it were a long time ago. Compared to himself as a second-rate martial artist back then, he was worlds apart.

He got up and slowly put on his blue cloth clothes and waterproof straw rope pants. He was unhurried, but he had timed it perfectly. Just as Shao Yimao outside lifted his leg, Yun Shou had already removed the door latch.

"Take this kick from grandpa!" Shao Yimao launched a flying kick, but Yun Shou pulled open the wooden door and stepped aside, causing Shao Yimao to miss and fall heavily to the ground, splitting his legs in the air.

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