The Great Xuan Dynasty, Qingfeng City.
In Qingshan County, the Lin family estate.
Lin Yi lay on the bed, his face pale as paper.
He struggled to prop himself up with his weak arms and shuffled over to the bronze mirror. Staring at the reflection, he saw a face that was sort of handsome but utterly frail.
He couldn't help but yell.
"Holy crap!"
He remembered crossing the street when, out of nowhere, a runaway truck barreled toward him.
After that… nothing.
He never expected he'd transmigrate!
Then, a wave of unfamiliar memories flooded his mind.
The original owner of this body was Lin Yi, the eldest son of Lin Cheng, head of the Lin family in Qingshan County.
Lin Yi had been a rare cultivation prodigy. By fifteen, he had already broken through the Body Refining Realm—an unmatched genius among the younger generation in Qingshan.
Sadly, his mother had died early.
After Lin Cheng remarried, his stepmother, Wan, gave birth to another son, Lin Feng.
Lin Feng wasn't nearly as talented as Lin Yi. But he was scheming and deeply jealous of Lin Yi's talent and status.
What enraged Lin Yi even more was that his fiancée, Shen Zhaoxue, heiress of the Shen family, had already colluded with Lin Feng.
For the future headship of the Lin family, Lin Feng and Shen Zhaoxue conspired to poison Lin Yi with a rare, insidious toxin called "Bone-Eroding Powder" hidden in his meals.
The poison was colorless and tasteless.
Once it is activated, it would slowly eat away at a martial artist's meridians and dantian, destroying their cultivation and leaving them cripple.
And that's exactly how Lin Yi was ruined.
He had told his father, Lin Cheng, about it.
But Lin Cheng didn't believe him. Instead, he accused Lin Yi of slandering Lin Feng and maliciously attacking his stepmother, shouting at him relentlessly.
After that, Lin Yi's standing in the Lin family plummeted.
The Shen family even arranged for Shen Zhaoxue to be married to Lin Feng, with the wedding set for five days later.
Once a prodigy among prodigies, Lin Yi had become a waste that anyone could bully.
His father ignored everything, pretending he didn't exist.
His younger brother Lin Feng often paraded Shen Zhaoxue in front of him in the shabby courtyard, humiliating him at every turn.
Even the servants and maids in the household no longer showed any respect to the eldest young master.
"I'm screwed!"
Lin Yi cursed again under his breath.
He had always fantasized about one day transmigrating into a cultivation world, standing above geniuses, beating monsters, surrounded by beauties, living freely and happily.
The transmigration did happen.
But he never imagined it would be into this broken body.
His meridians and dantian were destroyed. He couldn't lift a hand or carry a load. Forget confronting gods—an ordinary person could easily knock him flat.
This starts…It was pure hell-level difficulty.
Lin Yi's face drained of color.
Just then, a pleasant, mature female voice rang in his ears.
[Master, strong survival instinct and desire for revenge detected. Violent Value System activating…]
[System activation complete!]
[Master: Lin Yi]
[Level: Below Mortal (0/10)]
[Martial Skills: None]
Lin Yi froze for a moment, then his heart leapt with joy!
A system!
Every transmigrator's essential cheat had arrived!
According to the system, as long as he inflicted violence on someone—whether punching, kicking, or even killing—he would gain Violent Points.
Violent Points could be used to increase cultivation, enhance martial skills, and even learn skills like pill refinement or weapon forging.
"There really is a way out!"
Lin Yi murmured to himself with a faint smile.
Then he sighed, helpless.
"With this body… who can I even be violent toward? I'd probably only be able to beat the Lin family's maids."
Just then,
Bang! The door was roughly shoved open.
A maid of about sixteen or seventeen, dressed in rough cloth, carried a food box into the room.
She slammed it onto the table.
Food and soup splashed everywhere, and a faint sour smell wafted through the air.
Her face was dark with irritation. She didn't even glance at Lin Yi before turning to leave.
Seeing this, Lin Yi's expression grew cold.
This body really was pitiful—he wasn't even respected by a lowly maid.
"Ahem!"
He cleared his throat twice and said coldly,
"Come here."
The maid spun around.
She looked at Lin Yi with pure impatience on her face.
"What now?"
Lin Yi glanced at the sour-smelling food on the table and asked calmly, "How am I supposed to eat this?"
The maid sneered immediately.
"Heh!" she said. "You still think you're that golden, pampered master, do you? You actually have the nerve to be picky!"
"In the Lin household, there's only one young master who matters—Young Master Lin Feng." She made a point of laying special emphasis on "Young Master Lin Feng," her tone syrupy with false respect.
"As for you…" she drawled, eyeballing him up and down like he was garbage. "Young Master Lin Feng is merciful—he told us servants to bring you the leftovers every day so you don't starve."
"Be grateful you even get to eat. And don't you dare be choosy. Eat it or go hungry—if you die, nobody'll bury you."
Lin Yi gave a blank nod.
"Well then, I ought to thank Young Master Lin Feng properly," he said with dead calm.
The maid, seeing him like this, grew ever more contemptuous—he looked even more pathetic and easy to bully.
"If it wasn't for Young Master Lin Feng taking pity, you'd have been fed to the dogs ages ago!" she sneered, then leaned in closer with a gloating smile. "Oh, and by the way, in five days, Young Master Lin Feng will be marrying Miss Shen."
"If I remember right, that Miss Shen used to be your fiancée, didn't she?" she giggled behind her hand, all mockery.
"Tsk tsk—you really are pitiful. Your fiancée ran off with someone else, and now you…" She meant to finish with another cutting remark.
Then, from somewhere nearby, a hand—thin and frail from long sickness—picked up a battered wooden stool.
Thud!
The stool slammed down square on the maid's head.
She collapsed to the floor, blood spilling from her temple and smearing her face. She clutched at her head, pain contorting her features into a mask of disbelief.
In her memory, this eldest young master had been like a corpse since being ruined—numb-beaten down, never responding, no matter how she tormented him. He'd had no temper at all. So she'd never expected such a violent blow.
Lin Yi pressed himself against the wall, gasping. That strike had drained what little strength his weak body had left. Darkness danced at the edges of his vision; his legs trembled.
This body was just too frail.
At that moment, the pleasant, mature female voice sounded in his head again.
[Master successfully inflicted violence. Violent Points +10]
Lin Yi felt a flicker of life return to him.
It's happening!
He remembered the system panel—only ten Violent Points were needed to raise his cultivation.
"System, give me some more," Lin Yi rasped.
[Yes, Master!]
A warm current, like early spring sunlight, rose from his dantian and spread through his limbs.
Where meridians had been severed, the warmth nourished them; he could actually see them repairing, regaining function. His parched dantian felt replenished, like rain on a long drought. The lingering poison residues inside him melted away and were expelled like frost under the sun.
In just a few breaths, Lin Yi felt reborn. The weakness vanished. Strength flooded his body.
"This… actually feels amazing," he said, a faint smile ghosting his lips.
He bent down, grabbed the maid by the hair, and dragged her to the wooden table.
"W-what are you—" she choked out.
"Big… Big Young Master, I was wrong! I'll never do it again, please—please spare me!" she wailed, tears in her voice.
She was terrified—the once-wrecked eldest young master had become unfamiliar to her.
Lin Yi showed no expression. He hoisted her up by the hair and, gathering all his strength in a sudden, brutal motion, smashed her head into the table's edge.
Thump!
"You know," he said between strikes, voice cold, "I think every time you brought my meals, you thought you could humiliate me. This has to be the seventieth time."
Thump!
"And sometimes you didn't think that was enough, so you slammed the food right on my head."
Thump!
"You really deserve to die."