Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Chapter 5 Talent, Bed Warming

An Lan is indeed exceptionally gifted and possesses the bearing of an emperor.

After a thorough examination of his bones, Sheng Wansong came to a conclusion.

"If we were to describe it using the analogy of a gacha game, it would be a limited-time special SSR, only available once it's gone, the kind of game that's only released when the company's revenue is low."

Sheng Wansong's three sets of martial arts techniques came from games he played in his previous life, and the same is true of the talent of this reincarnated body.

In the game, in addition to various talent stats, players can also spend achievement points to select special attributes when creating a character. These attributes are divided into seven levels from bottom to top: gray, white, green, blue, purple, gold, and red. Players can choose up to six attributes at the start of the game.

At the start of the game, you can only choose gray-white attributes like "thick-skinned" and "fast-running". Higher-level attributes are unlocked during the game.

An Lan's talents, if compared to attributes in a game, are equivalent to starting with one red and five gold attributes, which is the upper limit that can be obtained at the beginning of a normal game.

"An'an's constitution provides a significant boost to ruthless and sinister demonic techniques, similar to the 'Demonic Heinous Path' red tag in the game, a special tag that can only be unlocked after annihilating righteous sects as the leader of a demonic sect and achieving the ending 'Calamity to All Living Beings'."

Sheng Wansong thought for a moment and then patted the back of the child's head.

Very good, no rebellious streak.

Although it was just superstition in a past life, in this world it is no longer just superstition.

"You can put your clothes on now."

"Um."

An Lan blushed, tied on her bodice, put on her cloth clothes, and stood aside to wait.

"Making achievements takes time and effort; you should first familiarize yourself with your home environment."

An'an was reluctant to leave and obediently withdrew.

After seeing An'an off, Sheng Wansong sat down at the table, resting his chin on his hand, and began to think.

"Just picking up a piece of gold like that, is it just good luck?"

His body and talents are the same as in the game, so he naturally has the same attribute effects as when the character was created.

When Sheng Wansong plays single-player games, he always likes to "slightly" modify the game data, such as the three martial arts techniques that come with him.

The same goes for the entries; he not only filled up the red entries, but also added three additional rainbow-colored entries that exceeded the numerical limit.

【Clouds Without Form, Wind Without Shape】, doubles the speed and power of fist and foot martial arts training, and unlocks the ultimate move 【Maha Boundless】.

【The Buddha Descends】, the speed of Buddhist martial arts training doubles and the power increases. After mastering the ninth palm of the Tathagata Palm, the tenth palm 【Heaven and Earth, I Alone Am Supreme】 will be automatically learned.

Then, there is the phrase "The Supreme Emperor".

The game's effect is a simple and straightforward increase in attack and defense, making the stats invincible, but...

Sheng Wansong recalled the fortune teller Gongsun Wang, who had shattered his dream of becoming a "heavenly dragon." Gongsun Wang had predicted that he would be destined to be an emperor, a true dragon descended to earth.

In the game, so-called affixes only bring differences in attributes and stats, and have no impact on the development of the plot.

But in the real world, it's not that simple.

Besides numerical values, the entries also seem to bring about changes in fortune and destiny.

This is what is known as destiny.

"What destiny, what imperial throne? It's utterly boring."

Setting aside distracting thoughts, Sheng Wansong smelled a faint fragrance on his palm, similar to osmanthus but with a milder scent.

"An'an has been sweating a lot these past few days, and there's nowhere for her to shower, yet she leaves a lingering fragrance on my hands—it's like a natural beauty."

Shaking his head, Sheng Wansong embarked on his great undertaking.

His unparalleled martial arts skills must never be passed on to anyone.

A world where only one person can live forever is too lonely, so some techniques with only a little power but the ability to live forever were created.

These techniques should ideally be subject to the restrictions of the "Sacred Heart Manual".

Sheng Wansong picked up his brush and began to write on the draft paper.

"The sacred heart holds the profound essence, the phoenix blood reflects the crimson heart. A single thought can shatter life and death, three cycles can stabilize heaven and earth."

The Sacred Heart Technique was originally created by Emperor Shitian over a thousand years, based on magic arts and rooted in phoenix blood, incorporating the strengths of various schools of thought. It has already surpassed human martial arts and reached the realm of supernatural powers. What Sheng Wansong needs to do now is to separate out the part that is compatible with An Lan, and then, after deterioration, integrate it into the martial arts of this world.

The enhanced mind after practicing the Sacred Heart Technique allowed him to perfectly reproduce An Lan's body, including her meridians and dantian, in his mind.

He spent an hour meticulously palpating the bones, locating various acupoints and meridians, and understanding the length of each finger joint and the curvature of each rib.

Within the simulated meridians, the pure white internal energy, devoid of any attributes, began to circulate and gradually turned black.

While I was deep in thought, a noise suddenly came from outside the door.

knock knock.

"Owner."

Sheng Wansong put down his pen and said, "Come in."

The visitor was An Lan, who was carrying a kettle of freshly boiled water.

Because of her small stature, Anlan had to stand on tiptoe to reach the teacup that had been pushed to the edge of the table.

But as soon as she lifted her feet, the excruciating pain caused her legs to twitch and she almost fell, and the hot water was about to spill out.

In the moment of danger, Sheng Wansong grabbed An Lan's waist and lifted her up.

The girl poured water into the teacup with her feet dangling in the air, which took much more effort than Sheng Wansong pouring water himself.

"Don't force yourself to do things you can't do yet. Once you start practicing, this minor injury will naturally heal."

After Sheng Wansong took a sip of the tea that An An had poured, the girl immediately showed a very reassuring smile.

Just as Sheng Wansong was about to continue his efforts, he saw An Lan take off her clothes and crawl into his bed.

"What are you doing?"

An'an lay completely under the covers, only her head peeking out. "Mom said that maids in the city all have to warm the bed."

"I don't see you as a maid," Sheng Wansong shook his head. "Besides, do you even know what 'warming the bed' means?"

An'an was puzzled. "Doesn't it just mean warming up the bed?"

"It's not exactly wrong."

Sheng Wansong never skimped on himself. The bed, though not very large, was made of materials comparable to the emperor's dragon bed in the royal palace, soft and comfortable.

Then I thought about the hard wooden bed in the guest room; it wouldn't hurt to let the little girl enjoy it.

Having thought this through, he stopped paying attention to her and continued his deductions.

An Lan remained in that position, gazing at her celestial being, and soon fell into a deep sleep in the warm embrace of the large bed.

When Sheng Wansong finished organizing his thoughts for the day, he noticed a large bulge in the center of his blanket.

An Lan curled up like a cat, sleeping in the middle of the bed, which is said to be a sign of insecurity.

Sheng Wansong activated his inner energy, freezing all the manuscripts into frost, which then shattered into ice crystals that scattered in the wind.

After washing up and lifting the covers, a fragrance stronger than the scent on my hands wafted towards me, carrying the aroma of unripe milk.

"I'll have to teach her to take a bath every day in the future."

Sheng Wansong didn't dwell on it too much.

An Lan, as if instinctively feeling safe, hugged his leg.