Life Simulation: Add Tags Starting with Wellness Technique

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nChapter 1

nIt hurts! It hurts too much!

nHan Zhao, who was fast asleep, felt a bone-chilling pain in his body, especially in his heart. It was as if he was hugging a block of ice in the middle of winter.

nIn his daze, he wanted to get up, but he felt that his body was numb and he could not move. He did not even have the strength to open his eyes.

nWhat happened?

nWas he possessed?

nWas he going to die?

nHan Zhao swore that he would never stay up late again.

nSuddenly, he realized that his body could move.

nWhen he opened his eyes, his vision was blurry.

n“Is it still nighttime?” Han Zhao reached for the bed, wanting to look at the time on his phone.

nWhen did Simmons become a wooden bed?

nHe froze. His head felt as if someone had hit it hard. Memories that didn’t belong to him flashed through his mind like a slide show.

nHan Zhao had the same name as him. He was 16 years old this year and was from Great Wei’s Cloud Prefecture, Yuan Chang County, Blackrock City.

nHis father, Han Lin, was the second-in-command of the Fuyuan Escort Agency in the city. He had an elder brother called Han Cheng who had gone out to travel when Han Zhao was six years old. There was no news of him and he had yet to return.

n“Huh?!” Soon, a handsome middle-aged man appeared in Han Zhao’s memory. It was Han Lin.

nHan Lin returned home with a pale face and said that he did not have long to live. Then, he handed a package to the previous Han Zhao.

nThe package contained some silver, two pamphlets, and a pitch-black bead.

nAfter Han Lin gave a few simple instructions, he left in a hurry.

nWhen his predecessor picked up the black bead, he accidentally touched the wound left behind by a knife cut. A large amount of Yin energy entered his body and he died in the end.

nThe memory fragments stopped here.

nHan Zhao was shocked. There was something deadly on the bed.

nNo wonder he felt a bone-chilling cold in his chest at first. It was because of the bead.

nHe pushed himself up from the bed and struggled to sit up.

nThen, he got out of bed and went to the square table. He found a match and lit the oil lamp.

nThe faint yellow flames immediately dispersed the darkness around him, giving him a sense of security.

nIn front of him was a simple wooden bed with a quilt on it. About a meter apart on the right was another wooden bed.

nBehind the table was a clay stove. He had seen it at his grandmother’s house when he was young. He had even shouted that he wanted to add firewood to play.

nHan Zhao took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

nHow did he transmigrate after staying up all night?!

nHowever, it seemed alright for a 26-year-old worker to become a 16-year-old teenager.

nHan Zhao picked up the oil lamp and walked to the bed. There was an open package beside the cloth, and a black bead was lying inside.

nHe focused his gaze and sized up this dangerous thing.

nAt this moment, a light blue frame appeared in his vision. There was a line of small words inside:

nIt’s a bead that contains Yin energy. If an ordinary person touches it, it will cause Yin energy to enter their body. If it’s light, they will be infected with an illness. If it’s serious, they will die. Now that the bead has absorbed enough Yang energy, it’s not a big threat. However, it’s best not to carry it with you. It’ll cause kidney deficiency and provoke dirty things.

n“This is…” Han Zhao was stunned.

nHe then shifted his gaze to the white booklet. On the cover, there were the words ‘Thousand Silk Guide’.

nThousand Silk Guide, a rather superficial external cultivation method. It lacks the basic diagram for Internal Force cultivation. With your talent, it’s not recommended to cultivate it.

nThe last sentence was completely unnecessary… Han Zhao felt like he had been dealt a blow.

nHan Lin’s cultivation technique was actually only a superficial one.

nThen, he looked at the green booklet.

nA basic method for internal cultivation. It can cultivate true qi and has the effect of extending one’s lifespan and strengthening one’s body. With your aptitude, if you cultivate diligently for 60 years, you have a chance of succeeding. At that time, you can increase your lifespan by 20 years.

n“What the f*ck…” Han Zhao felt a lump in his chest.

nSomething was not right!

nHe quickly reacted.

nAccording to his memories, there were martial artists in this world who could open monuments, crack rocks, fly over roofs, and walk on walls. However, they cultivated Internal Force.

nMartial artists were divided into four realms: Skin Tempering, Bone Tempering, Blood Tempering, and Force Tempering.

nMartial artists at the level of Force Tempering were called Martial Masters. They were experts who could open a sect and accept disciples.

nBlackrock City had a population of at least 200,000 to 300,000. However, there were only 20 to 30 Martial Masters on the surface.

nAt this level, one would either continue to cultivate diligently in search of a breakthrough or begin to enjoy life. Therefore, one would basically not make a move.

nA quasi-Martial Master at the Blood Tempering Realm was the strongest combat power that the major factions would usually mobilize.

nHan Lin was a quasi-Martial Master. In the entire Blackrock City, he was a famous expert known as Thousand Silk Hands.

nHowever, the ‘Thousand Silk Guide’ that Han Lin cultivated was also an external cultivation method. There was no internal cultivation method that could cultivate ‘True Qi’.

nHan Zhao fell into deep thought.

nWhen his gaze subconsciously shifted to the silver and banknotes, the small words appeared again.

nSilver, Great Wei currency, the common currency of Great Wei. Money is not omnipotent but you can’t do anything without money. You can only become stronger by spending money.

n“What a good father!” Han Zhao sighed.

nHan Lin rushed back, clearly to deliver the cultivation method and bead.

nThe previous Han Zhao had a poor foundation and was not suitable for martial arts. On the other hand, his elder brother, Han Cheng, had an outstanding aptitude and had gone out to adventure early.

nHis predecessor wanted to practice martial arts, so Han Lin fed him all kinds of precious medicinal herbs and soaked him in medicinal baths in an attempt to improve his aptitude.

nOtherwise, as a quasi-Martial Master and the second-in-command of the Escort Agency, how could Han Lin live in the commoner district?

nAfter nearly ten years, his predecessor’s foundation finally reached the inferior level.

nOnce he started training, if he failed to reach the Skin Tempering Realm in a year, it would greatly increase the difficulty of breaking through in the future. That was why Han Zhao had never learned martial arts. Instead, he stayed at home and studied all day.

nHan Lin’s idea was to at least raise Han Zhao’s foundation to a lower-middle level before letting him cultivate martial arts.

n“Such talent…” Han Zhao frowned.

nHis aptitude was so poor, and his only backer was in trouble. His life in the future would not be easy.

nHe turned his attention to the various items in the room, and notifications appeared one by one.

nTable, Stove, Water Jar…

nA young man with a low aptitude and an ‘ordinary’ appearance. Compared to practicing martial arts, he might have a better path to wealth being a gigolo.

nIn the bronze mirror, the young man had a bitter expression.

nThis notification might be suitable for livening up the atmosphere, but it did not seem to be of much use.

nCould he become an appraiser?

nThis world was quite cruel. Without martial arts, it was difficult to even protect oneself.

nHe lived in Xinqiao District in the outer city. Not far away, Heilin District was the slums of Blackrock City. It was said that the people inside were willing to risk their lives for a few copper coins and steamed buns. It was not new to find corpses in the blind spots of alleys and smelly ditches.

nThe nearby gangs and small groups often fought over territories so it was common for people to die.

nIn such a place where human lives were nothing, not practicing martial arts was equivalent to waiting for death.

nThinking of this, Han Zhao held onto a glimmer of hope and silently chanted in his mind: “System?!”

nThe next second, a golden panel appeared in his vision.

nName: Han Zhao

nAttribute Points: None

nTrait: None

nMartial Arts: None

n“There’s really a system?!”

nMore words appeared.

nCollected 10 Notification Fragments. Do you want to synthesize the Trait?

n“Wait! Isn’t this the game I bought in my previous life?”

nHan Zhao had not reacted when he saw the notification just now. Now that he saw the attribute panel and the notification of the synthesized Trait, he finally remembered.

nHe bought a game called the ‘Life Simulator’. He felt that the difficulty was too high, so he bought a cheat that could produce the Trait function.

nThis thing also followed him here?!

nHan Zhao muttered, “Synthesize.”

nSynthesizing once. Consuming 10 Notification Fragments and 1 tael of gold. You will definitely obtain a one-time-use Basic Trait, Life Simulation.

nCurrent balance is insufficient. Please recharge.

nIf you want to become stronger, you have to spend money!

n“It’s really pay-to-win, it really is…” Han Zhao’s mouth twitched.

nOne tael of silver was equivalent to ten copper coins.

nOne copper coin could buy two meat buns or a catty of brown rice in Blackrock City.

nIn this world, there was no genetically modified rice, nor was there any hybrid rice. The actual purchasing power of one tael of silver exceeded five thousand yuan in his previous life.

nOne tael of silver was enough for a family of three to live for a year.

nEscort was a dangerous profession, so their monthly salary was not low. Even ordinary escorts earned a decent sum each month. Furthermore, they had commission, and if they died in battle, their families would receive compensation.

nAs a quasi-Martial Master in the Blood Tempering Realm, Han Lin’s monthly salary was 20 taels of silver. He also received dividends at the end of the year, as well as some resources that could not be bought with money.

nEven so, the Han family only lived in the commoner district of the outer city. One could imagine how much money Han Lin had spent on Han Zhao.

nThe ratio of gold to silver in Great Wei was 1:10, but in reality, it was difficult to exchange 10 taels of silver for 1 tael of gold.

nHan Zhao put away the silver and banknotes on the bed. Including the silver pieces, it was about 18 taels. The banknotes were worth ten taels each. There were a total of three notes and some scattered copper coins.

n48 taels was a huge sum of money.

nPoor!

nA notification appeared at the wrong time.

n“I’ll recharge.” Han Zhao tried it.

nThere was no reaction.

n“Good lord, do I have to exchange silver for gold? What a spendthrift!” Han Zhao couldn’t help but curse.

nIt seemed like he had to wait until dawn to go to the bank in the inner city to exchange for gold.

n“How do I live from now on?”

nHan Zhao’s expression flickered.

nAlthough the Thousand Silk Force lacked the basic diagram and could not be used for Internal Force cultivation, it was still a treasure for the people in the outer city.

nOnce the news of Han Lin’s death spread, he would be like a kid holding gold in a busy market.

n“I must become stronger immediately and find a backer at the same time.”

nA martial arts school opened by a Force Tempering Martial Master in the city was a good place to go. As long as he paid, he would accept it.

nHowever, his identity as an apprentice could only temporarily suppress some people. The best way was to directly hand over the problem, Thousand Silk Guide, to maximize the benefits.

n…

nWith mixed feelings, Han Zhao sat on the bed until dawn.

nWhen it was about time, he put away the silver and the secret manual.

nLooking at the black bead lying on the bed, he hesitated for a moment before wrapping it in a cloth and putting it into the iron box. Then he placed it under the floor tiles at the bottom of the bed.

nSqueak~

nHan Zhao pushed open the door. The cold wind made him shrink his neck to prevent the cold wind from entering his collar.

nHe hated winter.

nIn front of him was a small courtyard. On the right was a small vegetable field with radishes planted inside.

nThere were a few wooden shelves in the open space to the left. On the shelves were bamboo sieves. Inside were cured meat and dried radishes.

nThe broom had fallen to the side of the courtyard wall at the entrance. There were traces of haphazard cleaning in the courtyard, and the footprints on the ground could be vaguely seen.

nHan Zhao’s heart warmed.

nHe picked up the broom and swept away Han Lin’s footprints on the ground. Then, he left his own footprints and walked out of the door.

nAs he walked in the alley, pedestrians greeted him warmly from time to time. He nodded silently in response according to the personality of his predecessor in his memory.

nXinqiao District was in the south of the city, and the bank was in the most prosperous Yonghe District in the inner city.

nHe found the right direction and quickly walked north.

nThere were more than ten districts in Blackrock City, and each of them was equivalent to a small village.

nThe closer he got to the inner city, the wider the streets became, and the more people there were. There were people carrying loads on their backs, ox carts delivering goods, and vendors hawking their wares.

n“Freshly steamed pork buns! Two for one copper coin!”

n“Baked pastry! We’re selling baked pastry!”

n“Pot repair! We can repair your pots and pans!”

nThere were teahouses, taverns, pawnshops, workshops, and all kinds of other shops. In the empty space between the shops, there were many small stalls with large umbrellas. The vendors were shouting at the beggars curled up by the roadside to get lost.

nThe streets extended to the north and south. Han Zhao walked to the city gate at the end and entered the inner city.

nWith the tall city tower as the center, there were rows of shops on both sides. There were more peddlers and pedestrians, and the streets were cleaner and wider. The beggars were also gone.

nMost of them were beaming with happiness.

nInner city, outer city, slums.

nThese three regions were like the three separated worlds that formed the entire Blackrock City.

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