"Shi Rou, I love you so much, why do you want to kill me?" Ji Xiao Chuan roared, lunging forward, the bed creaked under his weight, and he suddenly sat up.

However, when the dazzling light shone into the room, he took a deep breath and realized it was just a dream.

But, was it just a dream?

Ji Xiao Chuan, the son of the heavenly emperor of the immortal world, had reached the pinnacle of the Nine Turn Golden Body technique with his extraordinary physique at the mere age of sixteen. He had the potential to be the cream of the crop in the immortal world, however, he was treacherously sabotaged by his childhood sweetheart and consequently fell in the immortal world.

Shi Rou is the daughter of "Ming Emperor", one of the Nine Emperors. The heavenly emperor has a deep friendship with the Ming Emperor, and their bond was profound. Ji Xiao Chuan and Shi Rou were betrothed to each other even before they were born.

Ji Xiao Chuan and Shi Rou grew up together as childhood friends. One was dashing, the other was stunningly beautiful. They were like a golden boy and his jade girl, destined to be admired in the immortal world.

However, Ji Xiao Chuan is still resentful to this day, Shi Rou has actually attacked him!

When he woke up, he found himself in a world full of sects.

"I treated her with undying love, why does she want to kill me? Is she so heartless or is it that the prettier the woman, the more ruthless she is?"

Ji Xiao Chuan's heart was as heavy as iron, his eyes full of confusion and incomprehension, however, no one could answer these.

In Qingfeng Town, a very ordinary small town in Tianyuan Nation, the three major families of Ji, Bai and Lin were entrenched here, vying for resources.

Suddenly, a hurried footstep sound came from afar.

Thud!

Along with the heavy push of the door, and heavy breathing, a skinny figure appeared in front of Ji Xiao Chuan. It was a boy, skinny as a bamboo pole.

At this moment, his face was full of panic, seeing Ji Xiao Chuan in a daze, he quickly walked over, grabbed Ji Xiao Chuan's hand and led him out.

"XiaoChuan, you better run now, it will be too late if you don't! Ji XiaoZhang has reached the Hematopoiesis sixth heaven level, his strength alone is equivalent to four stones, you're no match for him. It's never too late to seek revenge, you better hide for a while, you can come back when things calm down."

Little Bamboo Pole grabbed his hand in a hurry, not bothering about the sweat on her face, and once again ran off in excitement.

Hematopoiesis sixth heaven?

After two days of rummaging his memories, Ji XiaoChuan had developed a fair understanding of this world.

The world he is currently in is known as the God Martial Continent, where martial arts have become a widespread practice and practitioners hold a very high status.

The unique method of cultivation here involves refining the physical body up to Hematopoiesis ninth level, only then can one create the Sea of Qi, becoming a martial artist.

Martial artists steal yin and yang for creation, infuse their veins with energies, their bones like golden tendons, and even have the ability to move heaven and earth and control life or death!

...

"XiaoMo, don't be frantic. Tell me what's going on." Ji XiaoChuan looked at the unsettled young man and said calmly.

Ji XiaoMo and he both descend from Ji's sideline family and both are at the Hematopoiesis second heaven level, fairly average within the vast family.

Just as they walked out of the ruined room, a sarcastic voice rang out.

"Oh, where do you guys think you're heading? The morning exercise field is not in this direction."

Following the voice, Ji XiaoMo's face changed abruptly, his lips turned slightly pale and his expression became extremely unnatural.

"My brother has clear boundaries with Miss Bai, their relationship has long been over, please show kindness."

Watching the two people, Ji XiaoMo hurriedly explained. The others were at the Hematopoiesis third heaven level, they had no chance of winning at all.

"Hmph, spare you? Who do you think you are?" the boy on the left said with a teasing tone, "A bastard is even worth consideration?"

"Oh Qian, you're so bad. Of course, a bastard needs consideration, how else would they be born?"

"Done talking?" Ji Xiaochuan, who had not spoken all along, slightly raised his eyebrows and said indifferently, "If done, you can scram."

"Oh my, talking back are we? Yin, give this kid a taste of your fist!"

Whoosh!

A figure rushed forward, and the iron fist fell heavily towards Ji Xiaochuan.

"Brother Chuan, run!"

Ji Xiaomo saw that he couldn't stop the guy, so he wished Ji Xiaochuan would run away quickly.

However, Ji Xiaochuan showed no intention of leaving. Instead, he stood there motionless with his hands held behind his back.

"Um, there's still some strength. But unfortunately, the speed is too slow." Ji Xiaochuan shook his head, "The only flaw in martial arts is the lack of speed."

As soon as Ji Xiaochuan finished speaking, the fist-wind had arrived. The fist was about to land on Ji Xiaochuan's chest, and Ji Xiaomo, who stood aside, was full of anger, both hate and anxiety filled his face.

At this moment, Ji Xiaochuan moved. He shifted his foot forward, slightly sidestepped his body, dodged the incoming punch, stepped forward again, tightened the muscles all over his body, and filled his body with internal strength.

He flicked his hands, as if probing a dragon, swiftly touched on the shoulder. A muffled groan clearly reached their ears.

His right leg that stood as straight as a clock suddenly lifted and heavily swept across the other's body.

Bang!

A solid punch and kick sent him flying harshly through the air, landing heavily on the ground. His face was pale and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Ji Xiaomo was stunned, his face full of disbelief. This was the first time he had seen Ji Xiaochuan take action, and he didn't expect him to be so strong.

Another person stood dumbfounded on spot, surprised as he looked at Ji Xiaochuan. He knew his companion's strength very well, but how did Ji Xiaochuan manage it? Wasn't he only at the second layer of Body Temperament?

Showing off with just this kind of strength, you think too highly of yourself," Ji Xiaochuan said indifferently. "Get lost!"

Ji Xiaoqian looked hesitantly at Ji Xiaochuan, his face changing. He hesitated a bit before helping the seriously injured Ji Xiaoyin to leave.

"Chuan, how come your strength," Ji Xiaomo asked in disbelief, "improved so much!"

Ji Xiaochuan just smiled lightly and didn't give an explanation.

"You better leave quickly. You've injured Ji Xiaozhang's follower, and he won't let it go easily. It's still not too late," Ji Xiaomo said worriedly.

Ji Xiaochuan’s ability had indeed improved a lot, but after all, his cultivation was limited to the second layer of Body Tempering. Compared with Ji Xiaozhang’s sixth layer of Body Tempering, the gap was simply too big.

Seeing Ji Xiaomo worrying for him at this time, Ji Xiaochuan's lips curled up slightly. In his previous life, he was single-minded about taoism and didn't have any friends. Perhaps making some loyal and righteous friends was a good choice.

"Xiaomo, don't worry about it, they can't do anything to me," Ji Xiaochuan said, expressionless.

In his previous life, countless people died at his hands, so what had he ever been afraid of?

When a man adopts a sword to kill all sides, the lady soothes with music, following the man's ups and downs!

Feeling the blood flowing in his body, Ji Xiaochuan's heart became increasingly fervent. He had high expectations for the martial arts of this world.

Who would have known that a Body Temperament Second Layer martial artist with mediocre martial skills would have such astonishing strength in his body pervaded with vitality and blood energy.

Ji Xiaomo couldn't understand why, but as she looked into the firm gaze of Ji Xiaochuan, she felt a certain inscrutability - a feeling that he was somehow different from before, although she couldn't pinpoint what exactly had changed, at least not immediately.

At that moment, a maid walked over.

"Ji Xiaochuan, the master of the house requests your presence. Please follow me."

Ji Xiaochuan was slightly taken aback and had a hard time processing what was happening. It seemed strange for the one who controlled the Ji family to seek him out. Given the high social standing of the person involved, it didn't make sense for them to be seeking him out.

Ji Xiaomo also felt that something was amiss and quickly asked tentatively, "Wei sister, is there a problem that the master needs to see brother Chuan?"

"I am only following orders, so will you come or not?"

Ji Xiaochuan's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure in his heart. For a mere maid to be so discourteous in her speech, it would seem that this body's original owner truly held no status.

Rest assured, from now on, you are me, and I am you. Your enemies are my enemies; your friends are my friends.

Ji Xiaochuan kept his head low, something fleeting and different flashing in his eyes.