The First Simulation

As Fang Yuan's thoughts clicked, the interface of the simulator underwent a transformation. The ten simulator points displayed previously were instantly depleted to zero with Fang Yuan's actions.

"Searching in the Simulator World... Search complete..."

"The world is opening..."

"The Martial World is now open."

With a series of prompts, the simulator interface before Fang Yuan continuously changed, presenting numerous options before his eyes.

"Please choose your background."

"Commoner: Born into the lower class, facing a tumultuous fate, requires zero to one hundred points."

"Noble Elite: Born into a wealthy noble family, requires one hundred to ten thousand points."

"Martial Arts Family: Born into a Martial Arts Family, both your parents are martial artists, and your blood flows with the Yuan-Qi of warriors, requiring two thousand to fifty thousand points."

Seeing this, Fang Yuan understood; he was being asked to choose his identity for this simulated life. The varying point requirements for each background reflected the diverse subdivisions even among commoners.

"With my current zero points, I can only choose to be a commoner."

After initiating this Martial World simulation, Fang Yuan's simulator points were reduced to zero. So he didn’t really have other options.

With a fleeting thought, Fang Yuan chose his background. The interface presented numerous options, including talents and equipment, many of which could be considered game-changing.

Unfortunately, Fang Yuan currently lacked simulator points and couldn't make any selections.

Skipping the options he couldn't choose, Fang Yuan clicked through multiple screens, finally settling on all his choices.

"The simulation will last for ten years, and it can only start from the age of eighteen. Modifying these settings will require a significant expenditure of simulator points."

"Additionally, after initiating the Simulator World, there is a five-day real-world cooldown before another simulation is possible."

Observing the information displayed on the simulator interface, Fang Yuan pondered. He had no idea what this Martial World was like and whether it could aid his escape from the Fang family's prison.

"I hope to peacefully spend these ten years inside, Mastering the Fang family's Turtle Snake Coiling Fist and the Burning Blood Secret Technique bestowed upon me by Fang Jingyun."

With these thoughts in mind, Fang Yuan, who had inherited the memories of his predecessor, was well aware of the martial arts practiced by the previous owner of this simulated body. Moreover, due to his transmigration, his current memory was exceptionally powerful, approaching photographic recall. Although he had only skimmed through Fang Jingyun's Burning Blood Secret Technique, he could now recite it flawlessly, word for word.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yuan's thoughts flashed, and he clicked on the simulator with his mind.

"Selection complete. Commencing simulation..."

With the sound of a prompt, a black hole suddenly appeared before Fang Yuan, emitting an irresistible force. He felt himself instantly swallowed by the black hole, his vision darkening as he lost consciousness.

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A sense of dizziness washed over Fang Yuan, and he awoke from the darkness.

"Cough, cough!"

Fang Yuan opened his eyes, hearing a series of coughs emanating from the crowd around him.

There were hundreds of people in the crowd, currently resting near the edge of a forest at the foot of a mountain.

And he found himself among a group of ragged, impoverished commoners.

A faint memory seeped into Fang Yuan's consciousness, instantly revealing the origin of this simulated body.

"This body is called Liu Ce, born into a poor family, orphaned at a young age. Fleeing from the chaos of war, Liu Ce, like many others, left his hometown to seek refuge in a place untouched by conflict."

Feeling the crude memories in his mind, Fang Yuan's gaze flickered, and he scanned his surroundings.

Everywhere he looked, there were refugees escaping the turmoil of war, all dressed in tattered clothes, their faces pallid with hunger.

Within this group of migrants, intermittent coughs could be heard, indicating the prevalence of colds.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan furrowed his brows slightly.

"I must leave this place; if an epidemic breaks out in the crowd, my simulation will be compromised."

With this in mind, Fang Yuan assessed his somewhat weakened body, shook his head slightly, and prepared to stand up and leave.

With the Fang family's Turtle Snake Coiling Fist and the Burning Blood Secret Technique from the real world, Fang Yuan had the confidence to survive on his own, even if he had to face the world alone.

Fang Yuan had gained some understanding of this world from the memories in his mind. In this realm, there were no peculiar and exotic beasts; only various martial artists existed, with no other anomalies present.

"If the wilderness is only inhabited by ordinary beasts, then it should be manageable."

In his memories, armed with the various martial arts and techniques of the Fang family, common wild beasts were not a concern for Fang Yuan.

"Liu Ce, stop right there!"

However, as Fang Yuan rose to leave, a booming shout suddenly echoed from behind. Turning around, he saw a tall figure approaching; he didn’t look particularly pallid.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yuan furrowed his brow.

"I'm hungry. I remember you have some food on you. Give them to me!" the big man sneered.

Upon hearing the words, the surrounding refugees turned their attention to Fang Yuan. Fang Yuan frowned; this big man wasn't a good man in his memories. He relied on his imposing stature, a dagger at his side, making him domineering among the hundreds of refugees.

But Fang Yuan didn't expect this big man would lock on him. Though he had arrived in this simulated world from a prison and constantly faced life-threatening situations, Fang Yuan outwardly showed no emotions, yet he felt quite displeased.

Now, seeing the big man attempting to seize his provisions, Fang Yuan sneered, "Seeking death."

Before the big man could react, Fang Yuan took a deep breath, his thoughts stimulated the acupoints in his body using the Burning Blood Secret Technique to burst forth with strength. Immediately, he clasped his fingers together and, with lightning speed, jabbed at the man's throat.

"Ugh..."

Struck in the throat by Fang Yuan, the big man's face turned red, instinctively clutching his neck as he emitted a painful cry. In the next moment, he collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood oozing slowly from his mouth and nose; he was dead.

Witnessing this scene, the surrounding refugees fell silent. Various gazes turned towards Fang Yuan, and even the intermittent coughs quieted down.

Observing the man he had just defeated, Fang Yuan's expression remained cold. He approached, retrieved the dagger from the man's body, and then turned to leave.

Having integrated the memories of the previous Fang family member, Fang Yuan was familiar with martial arts and human anatomy. This was merely a small demonstration; he easily dispatched the big man with a single move.

Killing this man didn't stir any emotions within Fang Yuan. Since he dared to come and snatch his food, it was only right to send him to hell.

"The immediate priority is to find a suitable place to live, then diligently cultivate martial arts. I must master the Burning Blood Secret Technique and the Turtle Snake Coiling Fist, and try to break through to the Inner Breath realm."

With a dagger in hand, Fang Yuan headed towards the depths of the mountains.