Set a goal, and the system takes over the body.

"Alas, my Great Sheng Dynasty has once again missed out on the Hundred Dynasties War."

"Those people from Haisheng Palace, they ate so many sea cucumbers, but they turned into spineless wimps as soon as they stepped onto the arena. Why can't they be a little tougher?"

"Sea cucumbers may look like they're covered in thorns, but they're actually quite soft."

"Time is running out for Haisheng Palace."

"..."

Qi Xiuyuan lay on the hard bed made of old elm wood, listening to these strange discussions, feeling both a sense of familiarity and a strong sense of strangeness.

But more often than not, people feel utterly hopeless.

Not long ago, he was curled up on the sofa in his rented apartment, drinking iced cola, cracking spiced melon seeds, watching the World Cup, staying up so late that his eyelids were drooping, and he didn't even know when he fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again...

All I could see were mud walls and wooden windows. Two completely different memories were colliding in my mind, and my temples throbbed with pain.

"Since I'm already wearing it, why am I hearing sea cucumber jokes the moment I arrive?"

Qi Xiuyuan sighed, turned over, and the bed creaked softly.

He wasn't against time travel.

After all, judging from the fragmented memories, this was at least a martial arts world, with powerful beings who could carry mountains with their bare bodies and shatter peaks with their bare hands, and sword cultivators who could fly through the air and open the gates of heaven with their swords.

With talent, the path of martial arts can be considered a promising one.

But what kind of person is he dressed as?

The young master and senior disciple of Qingshan Martial Arts School began practicing the Five Elements Stance Technique at the age of six, but at sixteen, he still hadn't sensed any Qi or blood.

He's a complete martial arts failure!

His father, Qi Qingshan, could no longer hide the disappointment in his eyes. The expectations that were originally placed on him had gradually shifted to his second disciple, Lin Hu, in recent years. He had devoted all the resources of the martial arts school to his careful cultivation.

Lin Hu is indeed promising. He has reached the peak of internal strength before the age of twenty, and is expected to reach the bone-breaking stage within three years. He is one of the best young talents in the entire Tianfu City.

Qi Qingshan had high hopes for Lin Hu, believing that he would have a great chance to enter the Hundred Dynasties War in the future.

However, two years ago, when Lin Hu was escorting goods, his martial arts skills were crippled and he was carried back with only half a breath left.

Not long after, Han Zhou, the third disciple whose talent was second only to Lin Hu, switched to another martial arts school, which infuriated Qi Qingshan.

The Qingshan Martial Arts School never recovered from that point on.

If Qi Qingshan weren't a Bone-Reaching Realm martial artist with some prestige in Tianfu City, this martial arts school would probably have closed down long ago.

Fragmented memories are still flooding back.

In my memory, the Hundred Dynasties War that those people outside mentioned was a grand martial arts event that countless dynasties in the world were eager to participate in. It was a path for young martial artists to rise to the top in one step, and it was also the face of a dynasty.

My father was once publicly ridiculed by the people of Haisheng Palace of the Great Sheng Dynasty. They pointed their fingers at him and said he was a clown performing tricks in a theatrical troupe, and that the disciples he taught were all unorthodox and unskilled in proper martial arts instruction.

They didn't even have a martial seal issued by the Great Sheng Dynasty, so they weren't qualified to open a school and teach students.

Ironically, those people from the Haisheng Palace who mocked him, despite possessing the dynasty's best resources and having competed for the qualification to participate in the Hundred Dynasties War multiple times, were eliminated each time, yet still comfortably enjoyed the enormous salaries paid by the Dasheng Dynasty.

Some people even complained that the annual salary of 500 taels of gold was too low.

This matter had long been known throughout the streets and alleys of the Great Sheng Dynasty. The people were furious whenever they talked about it, and everyone wanted to say that Haisheng Palace was the greatest contributor to the Great Sheng Demon Slayers' success.

If you can discern the true meaning within it, it is truly jarring.

and so.

Qi Qingshan's greatest wish in this life was to personally train a disciple who could fight and represent the Great Sheng Dynasty in the Hundred Dynasties War.

Year after year they hoped, only to be disappointed.

Over the years, he has gained a lot more gray hair at his temples, and he has almost lost his spirit.

As Qi Xiuyuan slowly sorted through these memories, a fire ignited within him.

This is strikingly similar to how, in previous generations, Chinese people were filled with resentment and anger at a certain football team for its lack of ambition and performance.

and so.

At this moment, Qi Xiuyuan truly wished he could participate in the Hundred Dynasties War, win a prize, and slap the faces of those spineless cowards from Haisheng Palace.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he lost his nerve.

This body's foundation is rotten to the extreme; it has absolutely no talent in martial arts.

"Senior Brother, Second Master sent me to inquire: the stock of Qi and Blood Pills is exhausted. When will you have time to refine some pills?"

There was a knocking sound at the door.

Qi Xiuyuan sat up, his tone tinged with impatience.

"Prepare the medicinal herbs; I'll be there in a bit."

In recent years, the original owner has achieved nothing in martial arts, but has shown some talent in alchemy. After studying with an alchemist in the city for two years, he can now independently refine several first-grade pills such as Qi and Blood Pills, making him a genuine first-grade alchemist.

It is precisely because of this skill that, despite Qingshan Martial Arts School being the worst-ranked martial arts school in Tianfu City for the past two years, people are still willing to come and learn martial arts.

There is no other reason.

It's all because Qingshan Martial Arts School can provide Qi and Blood Pills to its disciples at cost price.

Other martial arts schools don't offer this kind of treatment.

After a quick wash, Qi Xiuyuan changed into clean clothes and walked out of the room.

As he passed the training ground, he glanced at it sideways.

The rammed earth training ground was compacted by footsteps, and the sun made the ground scorching hot.

Several disciples, shirtless, were practicing the Five Animal Fist, their punches kicking up dust.

The Five Animal Fist is the signature martial art of the Green Mountain Martial Arts School. It has training methods and killing methods, but one must first sense the Qi and blood and become a formal disciple before one can practice it.

A dozen or so nominal disciples who hadn't even scratched the surface were practicing the Five Elements Stance Technique.

A few others gathered together and chatted idly.

"Sigh... There are still three months until the Tianfu Martial Arts Tournament. I'm afraid our Qingshan Martial Arts School will be at the bottom again."

"Second Senior Brother was crippled, and that bastard Han Zhou betrayed the martial arts school. Although the eldest senior brother works harder than anyone else, he has no talent in martial arts and also has to take care of alchemy."

"What's most frustrating is that during the Tianfu Martial Arts Tournament, each martial arts school must send one person from its direct lineage. The school master only has one son, the eldest brother, so he has to participate."

"In previous years, things were fine. The martial arts schools didn't want to break ties, so they wouldn't hurt the senior brother too badly. But after that traitor Han Zhou joined Zhentian Martial Arts School, the people from Zhentian Martial Arts School have hurt the senior brother too badly for two consecutive years. This year will probably be the same as the previous two years."

"Stop talking, Senior Brother is coming."

"Greetings, Senior Brother!"

"Greetings, Senior Brother!"

Upon seeing Qi Xiuyuan approaching, the disciples on the field all stopped and bowed in greeting.

Qi Xiuyuan nodded slightly and continued walking towards the alchemy room.

Although his martial arts talent was terrible, no one dared to disrespect him at the Qingshan Martial Arts School.

After all, the entire martial arts school's supply of pills depended on him alone.

As for the Tianfu Martial Arts Tournament.

In the jumbled memories, the original owner was indeed severely injured for two consecutive years.

"Three months later? Forget it, I can just admit defeat. It's better than going up there and getting beaten up. Anyway, everyone knows that the original owner didn't have any martial arts talent, so admitting defeat isn't shameful."

The alchemy room in the backyard of the martial arts school.

This place is made of Cold Moon Essence Stone, and it feels several degrees cooler inside than outside.

The alchemy room has two floors. The first floor has a large stone furnace, and the second floor has a bronze furnace that is half a person tall in the center. The furnace body is engraved with cloud patterns, and the ground is engraved with yin-yang and octagonal patterns.

This is the alchemy room that Qi Qingshan spent a full thousand taels of silver to have built by the best craftsmen in the city. The alchemy furnace cost an additional eight hundred taels of silver.

On the medicine table in front of the alchemy furnace, sixteen kinds of medicinal herbs, including Blood-Veined Grass, Purple Heart Fruit, Hooked Tendon Vine, and Ox-Eating Fruit, which are needed to refine the Qi and Blood Pill, have already been arranged in categories.

"Senior Brother, the medicinal herbs are ready. Shall we start the furnace now?"

The disciple guarding the alchemy furnace stepped forward and asked.

Qi Xiuyuan nodded: "Go and prepare."

"Yes, Senior Brother."

The other person responded, turned and left, closing the door behind them.

Qi Xiuyuan walked to the alchemy furnace, his fingertips gently stroking the cool bronze furnace wall, trying hard to recall every detail of alchemy in his mind.

"Qi Xue Dan uses Blood Vein Grass as the main ingredient, supplemented by sixteen other herbs including Purple Heart Fruit, Hooked Tendon Vine, and Ox-Eating Fruit."

"Among these, the Niuxi fruit, due to its extremely high toughness and resistance to high temperatures, needs to be extracted first over a high flame. Once it has liquefied, it should be immediately incorporated into the Zixin fruit. After three breaths, the flame should be reduced to a low flame, using the mild medicinal properties of the Zixin fruit to mitigate the heat and ensure that the medicinal properties of the Niuxi fruit are not destroyed..."

He meticulously went through each step of the refining process in his mind.

The Qi and Blood Pill is a medicine that disciples should swallow whole. It cannot be taken lightly. If something goes wrong and the medicinal properties are disrupted, it can cause qi and blood to flow in reverse at best, and at worst, it can kill a person.

If something like that really happens, the entire Qingshan Martial Arts School will be completely finished.

After going through the entire process in my mind, that familiar feeling of having made it hundreds of times came rushing back.

Qi Xiuyuan nodded secretly, confirming that every step was correct, and then raised his hand to prepare to light the fire and start the furnace.

Just then.

A pale blue virtual screen suddenly popped up in front of him without warning, hovering in mid-air.

Name: Qi Xiuyuan

[Cultivation Level: Ordinary Person]

Martial Arts: Five Elements Stance Training (Beginner, 97/100)

[Skill: Alchemy]

【气血丹（精通，887/1000）、纳元丹（小成，309/500）、壮筋丹（小成，364/500）、解毒丹（入门，107/300）】

[Path Fruit: None]

"This is... my cheat code?"

Qi Xiuyuan suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring intently at the light screen panel in front of him. His heart pounded wildly, a look of joy appeared on his face, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

"A proficiency panel? Does that mean if I work hard, I can gradually accumulate proficiency, easily break through, and get that certification forever?"

Qi Xiuyuan was excited, but the virtual screen in front of him suddenly flashed and changed its content.