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【My Martial World, My Rules】 (Chapter 1) 

In June, the official roads of Sichuan were scorching hot; even the cicadas were too lazy to chirp, and the most diligent farmers would seek refuge in the shade.
At the end of the road, clusters of white shadows began to appear; were it not for the bright daylight, one would truly mistake them for ghosts.
"Uncle Jiang, can we really avenge my father this time?" the white-clad man leading the way asked the elderly man beside him as they hurried along.
The elderly man, over sixty years old, though walking briskly, showed no signs of fatigue or heat; running under the blazing sun, he wasn't even sweating, demonstrating his profound inner strength.
"Young Master," the elder said, "although our Tiantai Sect is renowned in Sichuan, we are still far too weak compared to our rivals. While we cannot let our old master's grudge go unavenged, is our sect's strength truly insufficient?"
The leading burly man remained silent, but a hint of arrogance flashed in his eyes as he countered, "While we have many friends outside the sect, only Qingcheng can surpass us in martial arts. However, Master Yu of Qingcheng is not currently on the mountain. Besides, the hatred for one's father's murder is irreconcilable, and we lack concrete evidence. Otherwise, we could have invited some renowned masters from Shaolin and Wudang.
" It turned out that the burly man leading the group was Sima Lin, the young master of the Tiantai Sect, a major sect in Sichuan. Tiantai Mountain was known as the third largest sect in Sichuan, and its leader, Sima Wei, was famous throughout Sichuan for his "Broken Cone Hand" technique, hailed as the best finger technique in Sichuan. He had died mysteriously a few days prior. Sima Lin, as the son of the sect leader, and two senior members spent several days investigating before identifying the enemy. However, the enemy's reputation was too great; even the strength of the Tiantai Sect couldn't contend with him. Sima Lin had originally planned to contact the Qingcheng Sect, with whom the Tiantai Sect had a long-standing friendship, to settle scores. However, the Qingcheng Sect was currently planning a momentous event, and their leader had disappeared several months ago. Who would have time to concern themselves with such a trivial matter?
But in the martial arts world, face is paramount. If they dared not step forward in such a momentous event as the murder of their leader, the Tiantai Sect would likely be destroyed. Therefore, Sima Lin, along with several other masters, devised a plan, and the entire Tiantai Sect mobilized, heading in a grand procession towards the enemy's location.
Although Sima Lin's actions seemed to have sealed the fate of the entire Tiantai Sect, the sect had stood strong for centuries in Sichuan, and its leader was no fool. His move was a classic example of military strategy: "using deception to subdue, and using orthodoxy to achieve harmony."
While he didn't know how his father, Sima Wei, had offended such a terrifying enemy, as long as he raised the banner of avenging his father, his actions would be justified, no matter how far he traveled. Moreover, while the enemy was terrifying, he had a good reputation and was rumored to be friends with the head of the Shaolin Temple. To him, they were all juniors. Even if his father had done something wrong, it was his duty as a son to seek revenge, and the enemy wouldn't kill him. After this battle, his reputation for filial piety—daring to avenge his father against such a powerful figure—would surely resound throughout the land.
Thinking of this, Sima Lin's originally sallow complexion turned somewhat rosy. He turned around and roared at the burly men behind him, "Junior brothers, let's do our best! We must head to Yutang today and strive to avenge our sect leader before the Mid-Autumn Festival!"
"Revenge!" The men of Sichuan were known for their loyalty, and the old sect leader had always been very kind to his disciples. Therefore, although these disciples knew that going there might be a death sentence, none of them hesitated.
Of course, there was one exception…
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"Damn it, what does Sima Wei's death have to do with me! Why do I have to go and be buried with him?"
The young man at the very end of the group was named Li Lingxiao, who had only been in this world for ten days.
To be precise, he had only transmigrated to this world for ten days!
Transmigration was not unfamiliar to anyone from the 21st century, especially since he was an otaku before transmigrating.
Unexpectedly, the world he transmigrated to was a martial arts world. The young man he possessed was named Wang Gou San, an outer disciple of the Tiantai Sect, who also worked as a doorman, sweeper, and cook—in short, all the dirty and hard work was his
responsibility. According to the stolen memories of Wang Gou San, he was an orphan taken in by Sima Wei, but Sima Wei didn't raise him like a young master. At the age of eight, he was used as a laborer for twelve years.
As a penniless youth from the 21st century, Li Lingxiao couldn't understand Wang Gou San's mindset at all. This poor child, treated as a child laborer for twelve years, was still grateful to Sima Wei. Ten days ago, upon learning of Sima Wei's death, he fainted from grief, which allowed Li Lingxiao to successfully transmigrate.
For the past few days, he hadn't dared to communicate with anyone. Sichuan dialect is one of the most difficult languages to learn, and he didn't know a word of it. Only by slowly recalling Wang Gou San's fragmented memories and the snippets of conversation he overheard could he at least understand his current situation.
Although everyone felt he had become somewhat foolish and different from before these past few days, they all knew about Wang Gou San's vomiting blood and fainting upon learning of the sect leader's death, and they all considered him to be extremely pure and filial, so they didn't criticize him harshly.
Based on the information gathered over the past ten days, Li Lingxiao knew he had arrived in a chaotic era. He was a disciple of the Sichuan Tiantai Sect, and although he mainly did odd jobs, he had at least been with the sect for twelve years and had achieved some minor success in martial arts. Dealing with ordinary thieves and ruffians shouldn't be a problem, but encountering bandits or brigands would likely be a different story.
The current reign title is the first year of Emperor Lizong of the Great Song Dynasty. The young emperor is said to be only thirteen years old this year. Their old leader, Sima Wei, is known as the best finger technique in Sichuan, but this title is probably just self-aggrandizement, because in Wang Gou San's memory, none of the other major sects in Sichuan practice finger techniques...
Yesterday, the young leader, Sima Lin, finally gathered this rabble together, saying that he was going to avenge the old leader. He said that he already knew that the enemy who killed the old leader was the Prince of Yanling, who was known as the best martial artist in Jiangnan, and he was going to lead everyone to take revenge.
Although Wang Gou San had no recollection of who this Prince Yanling was, everyone knew the weight of the title "Number One Martial Arts Master in Jiangnan." This was worlds apart from the self-proclaimed "Number One Finger Technique Master in Shu" of the Tiantai Sect. Even the Emei Sect, less than 300 li away, had four elders and six protectors whose martial arts were at least equal to, if not better than, their sect leader, Sima Wei. Sima Wei's skills were probably only enough to draw with Sima Wei's eldest disciple.
As for places outside of Shu, they were a completely different world to the former Wang Gou San; he knew nothing about them.
A mere extra! A born extra!
Utterly pathetic, speechless with despair!
We're not talking about transmigrating to become an emperor, but at least he should have been given something like the illegitimate son of the Shaolin abbot or the closed-door disciple of the Wudang abbot. How did he end up so tragically as a cleaner for the Tiantai Sect?!
You must understand, this world is one that highly values teachers and the Way. If he dares to betray his master and leave now, absolutely no reputable sect will accept him, and he himself will become a scoundrel hated by everyone in the martial arts world! What
did you say? You're suggesting he join some evil sect? Don't be ridiculous! If Wang Gou San could become an inner disciple of Shaolin or Wudang, or even just an outer disciple, a whole bunch of dark forces would extend olive branches to him. But a menial member of the Tiantai Sect? Do they want you to do menial tasks?
While inwardly grumbling about the heavens and cursing Sima Lin, Li Lingxiao thought, "In this sweltering heat, you're telling us to hurry? Are you trying to kill us? Do you think everyone here has thirty years of internal energy like you? Even if you've practiced the legendary 'Eight Pieces of Brocade,' it's still internal energy! Unlike me, who feels like I'm being dried out by the sun.
" While he was grumbling to himself, he naturally didn't notice what was happening ahead and bumped into someone without realizing it. Luckily, it was one of his own people, and everyone knew he'd been acting strangely these past few days, so no one bothered with such a small matter.
Only then did Li Lingxiao realize that the main force had stopped. They had arrived at Yutang Town, but the guards at the gate wouldn't let them through. The young sect leader, Sima Lin, was negotiating with them.
A moment later, he learned the whole story. In the past few days, a formidable lecherous thief had appeared, committing numerous crimes in Yutang Town. Three young girls had been murdered in just a few days, and these three girls all came from families with some influence in Yutang. Naturally, they couldn't tolerate such a thing and demanded that the government arrest the thief and execute him.
The magistrate of Yutang County wasn't exactly a benevolent official; he was already considered lenient by not being overly strict. Unfortunately, his beloved daughter, just eighteen years old and known as the most beautiful woman in Yutang, had already been targeted by the thief. The thief had gone there the previous night, encountering Zhao Bantou, known as the best fighter in Yutang. However, by the time everyone arrived, Zhao Bantou had been hacked to pieces, beyond dead, and his daughter had been kidnapped as well.
The magistrate was frantic with worry and immediately ordered the city gates sealed off and a city-wide manhunt for the thief launched.
However, the constables were terrified. Old Zhao, the head constable, was a genuine Shaolin outer disciple, ranking 2847th among them in Iron Palm skill. Yet, he hadn't even lasted a moment against that lecherous thief. Asking them to deal with such a powerful thief was practically suicide! Fortunately,
although the magistrate was a muddle-headed fool, his advisor was quite capable. He knew his incompetent subordinates were only good for dealing with troublemakers; they were utterly useless against these highly skilled martial artists. To deal with these江湖人 (jianghu people, people of the martial arts world), they needed to find a jianghu expert.
The guards, seeing that Sima Lin and his group were clearly a jianghu group even a blind man could tell, naturally asked them for help
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