Name: wei yi
Affiliation: Second-year student at True Martial Academy
Cultivation: None
Techniques: None
Martial Skills: None
Wealth: None
Possessions: None
As he beheld the utterly destitute, barren attributes manifesting in his mind—no cultivation, no techniques, no skills, no possessions—wei yi, once hailed among the most elite players of Martial God World, showed not a trace of surprise.
For he knew—he had transmigrated.
No longer a player immersed in the digital realm of Martial God World, he had become a real, flesh-and-blood student of True Martial Academy, under the great Chu Dynasty's rule.
As a former top player, wei yi was well aware of the game's vastness and arcane intricacy.
This was a fantastical world where martial might reigned supreme, where the strong ruled and the weak were crushed.
Here, a mighty martial artist could cleave mountains, split rivers with a single sword stroke; those who stood at the pinnacle could grasp the stars and tear the heavens asunder. In such a realm, the ordinary man was but dust and ants beneath the feet of titans. Even nobles basking in wealth and power were reduced to mere mortals before true strength.
For the powerful, this was paradise.
For the powerless, it was a living nightmare.
And tragically, wei yi now found himself among the latter.
…
The person whose life he now inhabited was by no means of humble origin.
He was the only son of Wei Tianyang, the patriarch of the illustrious Wei Clan.
The Wei Clan stood among the ten great families of the Chu Dynasty—rulers of a province, towering in power and renown, with experts as numerous as stars and influence spanning far and wide. As the sole heir to this formidable house, wei yi had been raised in luxury, pampered from birth. Fine garments, exquisite cuisine, loyal servants—his every need was met before it was even spoken. In every regard, he was the ideal vessel for a transmigrant's new life.
But everything changed when he entered True Martial Academy at the age of fifteen.
Shortly after enrollment, it was discovered that he suffered from a "crippled meridian"—a congenital affliction that made cultivation impossible.
In a world governed by martial might, where even the humblest farmer wielded rudimentary skills, what did it mean to be utterly unable to cultivate?
It meant one thing.
Trash.
That word became his new title.
No one had expected the mighty heir of the Wei Clan to be a hopeless cripple. When the truth came to light, it sent shockwaves through the academy and beyond.
wei yi's status plummeted overnight.
The sycophants who once clung to him like moths to flame vanished without a trace. His so-called brothers and comrades revealed their true colors—opportunists, all of them. Even Zhao Xueqian, his childhood sweetheart who had entered the academy with him, severed ties without hesitation. Her reason? She claimed she had fallen for the heir of the Wei Clan brimming with potential, not a worthless invalid destined for failure.
wei yi was abandoned, isolated, disgraced.
Were it not for his father's personal intervention, he would have been expelled in his very first year. For True Martial Academy, proud and ancient, would never allow its name to be tainted by harboring a helpless cripple.
Yet even Wei Tianyang's influence could not overturn the academy's judgment—only delay it. In the end, they granted wei yi a year's extension. If he failed to meet the academy's minimum standards within that time, he would still be cast out.
Now, less than half a month remained before that final judgment.
…
"Fallen from grace within my own clan—treated worse than a common clansman, branded a disgrace?"
"Even the one I trusted most discarded me without pause?"
"And I'm to be expelled from the academy in a matter of days?"
In the dim solitude of his dormitory, as he reflected on the memories of his body's former owner, wei yi could only shake his head.
Such misfortune was unbearable. Such injustice, infuriating.
He was the heir to the mighty Wei Clan—his status illustrious, his lineage noble. He ought to have been leading a life of arrogance and indulgence. Instead, he now lingered on the precipice of ruin.
Even as a new soul in this body, wei yi couldn't help but feel indignation.
"But since I am here now, I will resolve all these troubles for you."
"I will ensure you remain in True Martial Academy—not as a disgraced outcast, but as someone who leaves only on his own terms."
"I will make you the pride of your clan, the idol of your people, the joy of your parents' hearts."
"And those who mocked you, humiliated you, abandoned you in your darkest hour—I will make them regret it all. I will show them the true cost of their ignorance."
A glint sparked in wei yi's eyes.
He was one of Martial God World's most formidable players. He had absolute confidence in achieving these goals.
Ding. Player wei yi has received a Beginner's Gift Pack. Open now?
A system prompt echoed in his mind.
wei yi's eyes lit up instantly.
The Beginner's Gift Pack—every newcomer received one. Though rarely containing high-tier items, it was exactly what he needed now.
"Open it."
Without hesitation, he gave the command.
Ding. Player wei yi has opened the Beginner's Gift Pack.
Ding. Player wei yi has received:
— One copy of the basic cultivation method Foundation Breathing Technique (Low Mortal Grade)
— One martial skill Azure Ape Fist (Low Mortal Grade)
— 10,000 taels of silver
— One Martial Skill Experience Pill
Ding. Cultivation System unlocked. Current cultivation: Tier 1 Martial Disciple
In an instant, his entire status transformed—
Name: wei yi
Cultivation: Tier 1 Martial Disciple
Technique: Foundation Breathing Technique (Non-upgradable)
Martial Skill: Azure Ape Fist (Lv. 1/10)
With a single thought, the cultivation method began to circulate. A surge of power flooded his limbs. As he struck out with his fist, the air itself split with a sharp whoosh.
Crippled meridians? Unable to cultivate?
To the game system, such limitations were laughable.
Not only could wei yi cultivate—he had already stepped into the first realm of martial strength, a feat that would take most people months, if not longer, of arduous effort.
"So this is the power of a true martial artist."
"What a magnificent feeling!"
"Even if a full-grown ox stood before me now, I could bring it down with a single punch."
Clenching his fists, wei yi burst into laughter.
At this moment, he truly felt that this world was not a misfortune, but a miraculous opportunity.
Back on Earth, no matter how much money he earned, he would never experience something like this. Here, he would grow stronger with every step—and perhaps, one day, ascend beyond the mortal realm.
When that time came, status, riches, beauty—everything would be within reach.
Now this was the life worth living.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Just then, a series of rude, thunderous knocks echoed against the door.
The person outside showed no trace of courtesy. The blows rattled the hinges, as though they would barge in any moment.
wei yi's brow furrowed with irritation.
He opened the door.
There stood a rotund man with a dark, greasy face, his features twisted in fury.
Before wei yi could speak, the man thrust a finger toward his face and roared,
"Are you looking to die, wei yi? What did I tell you yesterday? Did my words go in one ear and out the other?"
"No more nonsense. Hand over the five hundred taels. Now!"