Xingyao Base, Hailan Martial Arts Academy.
Beginner Training Ground.
"Since a century ago, when the primal energy of Heaven and Earth was born, causing modern weapons such as firearms to become ineffective, coupled with the threat from ferocious beasts outside, humanity realized that only martial arts could be the foundation of survival and livelihood."
"At the start of martial arts is Foundation Establishment, forged through relentless trials and breaking limits to become a true warrior."
"Now, I will begin to explain in detail the Eighteen Forms of Body Forging..."
On the training ground, a middle-aged man was speaking confidently.
He was about 1.8 meters tall, sturdy and burly, standing there with an imposing presence.
Below the platform stood a group of boys and girls, aged from thirteen to eighteen, all beginners who had just enrolled.
Each of them listened intently, their eyes filled with desire and hope for the path of martial arts.
As the middle-aged teacher explained and demonstrated, the students below practiced vigorously.
Among them, a handsome and delicate-looking boy stood out. Every move he made was very standard, though somewhat awkward, but compared to others, he was already excellent.
On the platform, the middle-aged teacher noticed this, took out the student list and glanced at it. "Feng Yun, huh, a promising candidate."
But when he saw that the boy came from the Shuguang Welfare Institute, he shook his head and sighed, "What a pity."
He knew the Shuguang Welfare Institute was a welfare institution that sheltered orphans, mostly abandoned children, located in the outer city area of the base.
According to the middle-aged man, the orphanage was very poor, barely covering daily expenses.
Martial arts cultivation required a solid foundation in the early stage. Building this foundation naturally required various restorative resources to replenish blood and body, which was a significant expense even for an ordinary family, let alone a welfare institute.
As the saying goes, "A towering building rises from flat ground." If the foundation isn't solid, forget about what comes next; even reaching the Warrior level is just a pipe dream.
As for Talents, the probability of appearing among commoners was extremely low. The middle-aged teacher had never seen one in all his years.
"This boy's achievement in this life will probably stop at advanced preparatory Warrior..."
The middle-aged teacher had already made his judgment on Feng Yun's future. He had taught for many years and had seen too many boys like this.
After a few glances, he lost interest.
Feng Yun didn't know that the teacher had already decided his fate. He was now focusing hard on practicing the Eighteen Forms of Body Forging.
This was a body refining technique created by the joint government by summarizing predecessors' experiences — the most suitable forging method for humans, simply put, a mass-market body refining technique.
After completing the eighteen moves with some stumbles, Feng Yun felt a surge of heat inside his body slowly spreading throughout, continuously tempering his physique.
But the effect was minimal.
"As expected, relying solely on this mass-market body refining method, the effect is really weak."
Feng Yun said helplessly.
This body forging technique could unlock human potential, but it required pairing with strong restorative medicine for best results. Otherwise, the effect would be limited.
However, even the cheapest restorative medicines cost at least one or two thousand yuan, which was astronomical for Feng Yun, born in a tiny welfare institute.
After all, he was only fourteen, a minor with no source of income.
Thinking about this, Feng Yun wanted to vent in frustration. As a transmigrator, this life was really tough.
Indeed, Feng Yun appeared to be a boy but inside was an adult soul. Just two months ago, he had transmigrated from an Earth martial arts enthusiast into a small orphan boy in this world.
After learning about this world, he originally wanted to make a big splash, but reality dealt him a harsh slap.
What to do? Was he really going to fade into obscurity?
...
Just then, a sudden commotion interrupted Feng Yun's thoughts.
"Look! It's Lin Qiang, the top genius of the advanced class!"
"Really him! I heard he just passed the Warrior assessment a couple of days ago and was officially admitted to Xingyao Academy in the inner city!"
"He's only nineteen and already a Warrior. People are just on another level. I can only hope to be an intermediate preparatory Warrior in my lifetime."
"He's a family heir, born with advantages, soaked in medicinal baths since childhood to build his foundation. What can you compare with that?"
"..."
One by one, students appeared at the training ground, looking on with envy, jealousy, or admiration, as if a celebrity had arrived in their past lives.
Feng Yun looked through the crowd and saw a boy clad in battle armor, carrying a long sword on his back, walking over with a cold expression and an aura that said 'stay away.' He was clearly not someone to be trifled with.
"Ding! Endless Projection Mirror activated!"
Just as Feng Yun marveled at the gap between people, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind, startling him.
"What the hell?"
The voice didn't answer him but continued:
"Projection has selected 'Lin Qiang.' Confirm?"
Hmm?
At that moment, Feng Yun realized what was happening and couldn't help but smile. It seemed his golden finger had finally arrived.
"But what is this Projection anyway?"
Curious, Feng Yun wondered, but the mechanical voice gave no answer, only repeatedly asking the same question.
Feng Yun thought for a moment and silently replied in his mind, "Confirm."
Buzz!!
In the next instant, a dazzling light exploded deep within his mind, and a mirror appeared suspended like a blazing sun, radiating brilliant light.
Then, a sudden piece of information appeared in his mind:
[Mirror Lord]: Feng Yun
[Age]: 14 years old
[Realm]: Ordinary Human
[Talent]: None
[Cultivation Art]: Eighteen Forms of Body Forging
[Martial Technique]: None
[Weapon]: None
[Item]: None
Along with this, some usage instructions for the mirror appeared in Feng Yun's mind.
It didn't take long before he fully understood his new 'golden finger.'
"I'm going to make it." Feng Yun's mind was filled with this single thought.
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