Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

The inscriptions on the light screen in front of me weren't the usual thirty fancy ones. They seemed to be arranged according to the Five Elements, but not exactly. However, they had functions such as increasing movement speed and enhancing recovery, similar to Hunting, Supply, Red Moon, and Eagle Eye.

But what does it mean that the wooden inscription extends lifespan by 20%?

In mobile games, as long as teammates are good and the game doesn't end, everyone has countless lives, so there's no need for longevity runes.

If this wooden inscription can really prolong life, wow—this inscription system is truly amazing and heaven-defying.

Even with the bonuses from these inscriptions, a porter is still just a fine old ox or horse that can live to seventy-two, so it's hard to really evaluate him.

But who says he can only be a porter for his entire life?

If he could also learn martial arts and possess martial skills, the effects brought by these inscriptions would be extraordinary.

Based on his understanding of the game, the higher the player's level, the larger the base value calculation, which, after the percentage bonus from runes, results in a terrifying attack number.

In the game, there's not much of a noticeable difference because everyone is a max-level rune player, which cancels out each other's advantages, essentially putting everyone back on the same starting line. But if this were applied to a single person in real life, it would be an incredible feat.

The biggest difference between this world and my previous one is that martial arts are extremely prevalent.

Moreover, those martial artists were truly skilled. It was said that they possessed internal energy that could prolong life and allow them to fight against steel with their bare hands, using all sorts of amazing techniques.

Yang Silang himself had personally witnessed the fight between the two major gangs. Some people cleaved their opponents in two from head to toe with a single stroke, the slices being neater than those of a pig. He had also seen martial arts practitioners climb stairs as if walking on flat ground, with no dust rising from their robes, taking only a dozen steps to reach a hundred or so steps.

In Gongzhou Prefecture, there are martial arts schools that teach martial arts to the general public; the next level up are those martial arts sects in the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world) that also have their own traditions; if one is willing to risk their life, one can even join the army to learn martial arts.

Even a porter's guild like the Sanshui Association, backed by several major gangs, has experienced porters who practice some rudimentary martial arts and stance training. They can carry heavy loads up hundreds of steps as if walking on flat ground, and are known as "hard-legged porters." They can earn hundreds of copper coins a day.

Yang Silang pondered what it would be like if he could learn martial arts and have these inscriptions to enhance him.

Unfortunately, none of these inscription systems were activated; everything was grayed out.

He worked as a porter for over a month, with no hope for the future. If it weren't for the unopened inscription system hanging in front of him as a glimmer of hope, he really didn't know how he would have been able to persevere.

Moreover, below this gray hexagonal inscription circle is a row of dark light circles, which are said to be supernatural powers. Their true nature is unclear. Below that are four larger, empty skill slots.

Below the skill bar, there is another row of equipment slots, which are empty.

Yang Silang guessed that this supernatural power was the summoner's active skill, such as Flash or Weakening; and the skill frame should be the skill that could be upgraded and mastered.

The fact that this system still has three major functions that are not yet enabled makes one's imagination run wild.

"Elder sister, although you are prettier than a peach and have a kind heart, and you hired me from among everyone," Yang Silang insisted through gritted teeth, "but today's wages, not a single penny can be waived!"

His answer was resolute!

The woman with the thick waist was furious because she couldn't cut off the money.

But when Yang Silang praised her for being beautiful and kind-hearted, even prettier than a peach, her anger turned to joy.

Sure enough, my voluptuous beauty has found an eye for it.

She covered her mouth and laughed, then punched Yang Silang a few times.

"Young man, you're joking."

Yang Silang was almost knocked to the ground, but he quickly steadied himself.

Wow...that's some real strength!

This woman has short legs, a big waist, and huge arms; it's a real shame she's not a porter.

The woman with the thick waist was in a good mood, so she jingled her coins, and Yang Silang received eleven copper coins, one more than the agreed price.

Eleven dark, worn-out copper coins, still greasy, were put into his pocket.

Yang Silang was shocked. Under the gray progress bar in front of him, the amount of silver had changed to one tael of silver and four coins!

The progress bar lurched forward, finally completing the last step. The gray bar instantly transformed into a dazzling blue bar, and then disappeared!

At the same time, the inscription above transformed into colorful streams of light, rotating like a kaleidoscope.

The Feng Shui, Wood, Earth, and Fire inscriptions will be activated in sequence!

Moreover, many more words were added after each inscription!

Yang Silang wiped his sweat, suppressing his excitement. Without looking around, he stood up and bravely continued forward, his immediate priority being to finish the work.

The employer's shop is just a few steps away.

"Hmm...this young man seems different..." The woman with the thick waist was startled.

She felt that the person in front of her suddenly had an indescribable feeling; his back seemed to straighten up a lot, and his steps were much lighter. She hurriedly followed.

After a while.

With a hemp rope wrapped around his left shoulder and a bamboo carrying pole hanging from it, Yang Silang walked out of the shop with the speed of the wind and went down the steps. From there was the Moon Bend Wharf on the riverbank, and this area was all within the territory of the Sanshui Society.

He carefully felt his body as he walked.

After the inscription was unlocked, it definitely worked!

Countless mysterious factors seemed to be surging from hidden parts of the body, slowly changing its state.

Just now, I was carrying those dozens of pounds of peaches. Even with such a heavy load, my steps were much lighter, as if the load had become much lighter out of thin air.

The sun was blazing, and even a straw hat couldn't cover my whole body. Before, I was burning from the sun, but now the sun was still shining, but it felt like it was shining through a layer of shade, so it wasn't so unbearable.

Yang Silang took a moment to steal a glance at the numbers displayed on his body after Zhu Mingwen's blessing.

what……

Lifespan 72, Strength 66!

This inscription is genuine!

Moreover, the next line of supernatural powers also lit up and was in the process of being activated, with the light rolling and not yet fixed, so it was unknown what it would reveal.

Yang Silang felt much more relaxed all over.

Suffering and hardship are not terrible; what is terrible is not seeing a glimmer of hope and continuing to suffer and toil endlessly.

Now, he has hope.

It was only noon today, and he could still work for half a day. With the inscription activated, his steps became much lighter, and a genuinely relaxed smile appeared on his face.

noon.

He found a familiar tea shop nearby and helped them carry more than a dozen buckets of water from the water cart for free. In return, he earned two bowls of barley tea with added salt, which he ate with half a hard, sour black biscuit he had brought from home. He ate his fill, tightened his belt, and that was his meal.

Right now, my family is in debt due to medical expenses and the interest is accruing daily, so paying off the debts and balancing the accounts is the priority.

After all, those who dare to lend money to the poor during a year of disaster are either kind-hearted people or heartless scoundrels.

Sister Yang belonged to the former category; she didn't need to repay the debt, as she was just a concubine of low status.

To put it bluntly, he was just a long-term worker in the oil mill who stayed up with the boss to have his baby and didn't even get paid.

She was struggling financially; she had used all her savings from years of hard work to help others, but it still wasn't enough.

The tael of silver borrowed by Yang Silang's family for medical treatment belonged to the latter category. It was borrowed from a local money shop, and in those days, money shops all kept a group of hooligans.

This debt was usurious; the Yang family only received 800 cash, but agreed to repay one tael of silver in 50 days, requiring them to repay 20 cash per day.

Thanks to the help of his elder sister and fellow villagers, Yang Silang was able to pay back the first month's debt.

He knew that one should not lend money at exorbitant interest rates easily, because if one is not careful, one loan can turn into three, and there will be no end to it. He needed to pay it off as soon as possible to feel at ease.

Unfortunately, the loan happened before he awakened his innate wisdom, and at that time, the Yang family was indeed driven to a dead end.

The afternoon was busy again.

It got dark.

Yang Silang had more than forty copper coins lying in his pocket.

In the past, he could only earn about thirty coins. Today, his physical strength increased, his recovery accelerated, and his steps were light. He did not choose heavy work, but chose light work instead. He made an extra trip and pocketed forty coins.

He touched the copper coins in his bag and estimated that he earned about one tael of silver a month.

Aside from the 300 coins for rent, Yang Silang and his sister were extremely frugal. They gathered firewood themselves and didn't even bother to light lamps at night. They dared not have any other expenses, but they still had to spend at least 200 coins on food, pay over 100 coins in dues, and have other miscellaneous living expenses. On average, they only earned 10 coins a day, which wasn't even enough to pay off the loan sharks.

If it weren't for the help from fellow villagers in the Sanshui Association, he would have been unable to repay the loan sharks back then, and the debt would have been doubled again. Who knows how high it would have gone by now.

I'm in good health now, and if I work hard and take on more odd jobs every day, I hope I can pay off that loan shark debt.

He carefully assessed his physical condition. Although he felt much more relaxed, he still felt a tightness in his chest and abdomen, indicating that his injuries had not yet healed, which was a pity.

It seems that a 20% buff from the water inscription is far from enough, but what if it is buffed every day?

After making his mental calculations, Yang Silang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Even the heaviest load on a bamboo carrying pole has weight, and you can always carry it all.

The debts on your shoulders may seem light and invisible to the naked eye, but they can truly crush you; they need to be resolved as soon as possible.