The air was filled with high-temperature restlessness.

Especially in Flame City, the daytime ground temperature was enough for a barbecue.

The lord of Flame City might have the surname Cold, but that didn't change the sweltering weather.

On the cliff in the backyard of the Cold family, Cold Cloud lay motionless on the ground.

A young girl was weeping next to him.

Then, Cold Cloud suddenly opened his eyes and saw the girl sobbing inconsolably.

"What's going on? Didn't I just get scolded by my boss?" Cold Cloud was confused. A moment ago, he had been yelled at by his boss until he was at his wit's end, then suddenly there was a blast of thunder.

And the lightning struck right at him.

"Darn it, really unlucky. God must have been aiming at my boss but missed and hit me instead!" That's what Cold Cloud thought.

Suddenly, memories poured into Cold Cloud's mind shapely, causing a slight headache.

Cold Cloud, the young master of the Cold family, was once a young prodigy. At the age of 13, he broke through to the seventh level of a boxer, astonishing everyone. But during a family operation, he was unexpectedly crippled by a man in black. His core was shattered, and from then on, he was considered a useless person.

Having gone from a genius to a cripple, he experienced the ruthlessness of people in three years. In the entire Cold family, only his father and his personal maid, Little Spirit, stick with him through thick and thin.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't return to his former cultivation level. Now, he couldn't even beat an ordinary person.

"Ah, I'm just unlucky. When you were in your prime, why didn't I get teleported? It seems I traveled here only to handle a mess," Cold Cloud sighed.

"Young master, who on earth could be so cruel to kill you!" Little Spirit cried at his side.

Leng Yun naturally knew the culprit behind it, and it was none other than the Great Elder of the Leng Clan!

"Since we share the same name and surname, and I'm now governing your body, rest assured, I will avenge you," Leng Yun thought, it seems like the unlucky man was right in front of his eyes.

"Hey there, Xiao Ling, why are you crying all alone here? Who bullied you? Tell me, and I'll help you take care of him!" Suddenly, a young man dressed in black clothing walked over. He was somewhat older than them.

This man, also a servant of the Leng Clan, named Sanzi, has long harbored improper thoughts for Xiao Ling, but has never had the opportunity.

"Go away!" Xiao Ling didn't even bother to turn her head to look at him.

"Has that waste Leng Yun died?" Sanzi sneered.

Xiao Ling retorted, "None of your business, go away!"

"Don't be angry," Sanzi's face emerged with a lewd smile, "Little sister Xiao Ling, follow me from now on, I will guarantee that you eat well and drink well."

“You, a mere servant, dare to talk big here?” Leng Yun suddenly spoke.

Upon hearing these words, the two other people present were taken aback.

"Young Master—you—you're not dead!" Xiao Ling excitedly looked at Leng Yun.

Leng Yun merely smiled, “How could I die so easily?”

Sanzi humphed, "You truly are an undying waste!"

Leng Yun appeared slightly angry, "You have some nerve!"

Sanzi laughed, "What can you, a waste, do?"

"I will kill you today!"

Enraged, Leng Yun rushed forward knowing he was no match for Sanzi. The outcome was predictable, he was knocked down by a kick from Sanzi.

Although Sanzi wasn't skilled in martial arts, he was much stronger than Leng Yun!

"What a waste," Sanzi sneered twice and strolled over to Xiao Ling, and grabbed her delicate arm.

"Ah! Let me go!" Xiao Ling screamed.

"Hehe, little girl, just yield to me." Sanzi said with a lewd smile.

He didn't notice that by this time, Leng Yun had already risen from the ground, with a stone clutched in his hand.

"You, a mere servant, dare to disrespect me, you should pay the price!"

With that, Leng Yun suddenly raised the rock in his hand and used all his strength to smash it onto the back of Sanzi's head.

Although blood splashed around, Sanzi didn't die!

Sanzi turned around, his eyes bloody red, and cursed: "You useless fellow!"

Leng Yun snorted, he didn't expect to be so weak that even a sneak attack from the back couldn't kill Sanzi. But then again, if he still had his martial arts, he could have killed Sanzi with a wave of his hand.

With a bleeding back of his head, Sanzi rushed towards Leng Yun recklessly.

Leng Yun wanted to resist, but his body was too weak. Sanzi grabbed his throat and he was about to be strangled to death.

At this time, Xiao Ling, with an unknown source of strength, picked up a stick and swung it forcefully onto the back of Sanzi's head.

Sanzi cried out in pain, letting go of Leng Yun. His malicious eyes glared at Xiao Ling.

"You rotten woman, how dare you hit me!" Enraged, Sanzi began another assault towards Xiao Ling.

With much struggle, Leng Yun managed to rise, picking up Xiao Ling's stick. With every ounce of strength, he swung it towards the back of Sanzi's head once more!

Thwack!

Without any suspense, the same spot on Sanzi's head was struck three times. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, and fell to the ground with a thud, dead.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing an enemy with a blunt object, you have received 5 experience points."

"Ding! Fist God System activated for the first time. Reward: one lottery draw, 10 rage points. Would you like to check?"

A though intangible, yet crystal clear voice resonated in Leng Yun's mind.

Not knowing what was happening, he still mentally echoed the command: Check.

Following that, a transparent panel popped up in his mind with some small words on it:

Host: Leng Yun

Level: None

before becoming Fist Acolyte, Fist Practitioner, Fist Spirit, Fist King, Fist Honored, Fist Ancestor, Fist Emperor, Fist God, Fist Emperor. Each realm is further divided into nine levels.

Skills: None

Luck Value: 0

Number of lottery draws: 1

Rage Value: 10

Under certain conditions, adequate rage can be used for coup de grace. The stronger the opponent, the more rage required.

Experience Points: 5/10

Bloodline: None

Leng Yun looked at the virtual panel excitedly. Being a gaming enthusiast, he knew very well what the panel was displaying.

"Who would have thought my leap into another world involves carrying a game system? The gods have shown me mercy. This time, I'll strike it rich!"

Although there were certain parts on which Leng Yun was unclear, he understood the essential part: After gaining experience points, he could level up. Moreover, this kind of levelling up was a lot simpler than regular cultivation.

"Haha! This time, I may even conquer the entire world!"

Leng Yun became slightly overzealous.

"Young master, are you alright? Did the third prince hit your head?" Xiao Ling asked with concern.

Leng Yun didn't respond, as a voice in his mind resounded once again.

"Ding. Would you like to draw a lottery?"

"Yes, I will definitely draw."

"Ding. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the System Function of Fusion. You can swallow objects to convert them into experience points, luck points, and rage points."

"Could such an excellent benefit exist!" Leng Yun excitedly thought. With this fusion function, wouldn't he be able to convert any item into experience points? Then his pace of levelling up would surely speed up!