Imperial henchmen? My divine skills are all hacked versions.

Xu Xian felt throbbing in his left ribs, his back burning, and he dared not move his right leg at all, as any movement would cause excruciating pain.

He opened his eyes and saw damp straw, iron bars, and two rats crouching in the corner. The air smelled like a sewer.

Classic...pure prison style!

"Where the hell did this guy come from?!"

Xu Xian stared blankly around, his head buzzing. "Is this still in China?"

At this moment, countless memories surged forth, from past lives and this one, all mixed together.

He gritted his teeth and spent a full fifteen minutes straightening them.

After figuring things out, Xu Xian just wanted to curse.

crossed.

Before he transmigrated, he was a member of the city's criminal investigation team. He was thirty years old, had solved six cases, and had received two third-class merit awards.

After transmigrating, this body is nineteen years old, also named Xu Xian, an unofficial clerk in the "Iron Gate Pass" Inspection Division of the border city of Jingguo.

Three days ago, a delegation from the Di Kingdom passed through the territory. The Inspection Bureau was ordered to escort them along the way, but they were ambushed and killed. The delegation was almost entirely wiped out, and the entire escort team was annihilated.

He was the only one who was dragged back after being seriously injured and unconscious, and was immediately thrown into prison.

Crime: Traitor and spy.

Xu Xian went through the original owner's memories. An orphan, he was adopted and raised by an old official in the Inspection Department. The old official died three years ago, leaving him with the identity of an unofficial minor official to barely make a living.

The original owner of this body was not required to go on this escort mission, but he volunteered, hoping to earn some merit and be promoted.

As a result, he failed to achieve his goal and almost lost his life.

"I exceeded the limit!"

Xu Xian leaned against the wall, looking up at the cobwebs on the cell ceiling. "If I'd transmigrated, I should have been dressed properly! What kind of identity is this?!"

After shouting that, he began to assess his situation.

First, why am I alive? How could an ordinary, lowly official like myself survive an ambush of that magnitude?

This is not reasonable.

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It's logically understandable that others suspect he was an inside man.

Secondly, if the real culprit behind the scenes wants to find someone to take the blame, a helpless, low-ranking official is the ideal scapegoat—the dead don't cry foul, and the dead are the most obedient.

Xu Xian sneered; he was all too familiar with this tactic.

Analysis is one thing, but reality is another.

He looked down to examine his injuries: a knife wound on his left rib, hastily wrapped with gauze, three claw marks on his back, the source of which he didn't know, and a through arrow wound in his right leg, which was swollen.

With this kind of physical condition, let alone overturning the verdict, it's questionable whether he can even survive tonight.

He tried to summon a cheat code.

System? Old man?

grandmother?

A sudden "ding" sounded in my head...

There was nothing there.

Xu Xian smiled bitterly. He had read so many time-travel novels in his previous life, but when it came to his own, the benefits were gone.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the cell.

Xu raised his head.

A jailer walked in carrying a lantern, which he placed on the ground, his features half-lit and half-shadowed.

Wang Biao was a jailer in the Inspection Department. The original owner of this body didn't have much interaction with him; they would only nod to each other occasionally when they bumped into each other at the yamen.

The cell door opened.

Wang Biao walked in, flicked his sleeve, and a short knife slid out.

Xu Xian was startled and struggled to his feet.

He looked at Xu Xian, his tone indifferent, "Xu Xian, don't blame me. Blame your bad luck for stumbling upon something you shouldn't have."

He raised his knife and stabbed.

No unnecessary words, no explanations, just the standard procedure for silencing witnesses.

Xu Xian's trained muscle memory was faster than his brain. He dodged to the side, then suddenly clasped his hands together, managing to catch the blade with his bare hands. However, his injuries were too severe, and he was severely lacking in strength.

The blade still sliced ​​open the old wound on his chest, and the pain made him wish he were dead right then and there.

Just when Xu Xian felt he was about to give up, a crisp "ding" sounded in his head.

[The Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Martial Arts System has been activated. It has detected that the host's life is in imminent danger and is in the process of emergency binding.]

Binding complete.

[Initial cultivation technique extraction complete.]

[Obtained: Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill (Cracked Version), initiating fusion.]

Xu Xian felt a surge of heat burst forth from the depths of his dantian, and felt his muscles becoming more refined, his breathing deeper, his heartbeat stronger, as if every piece of flesh had been re-tempered.

The system panel unfolded in my mind.

[Cultivation Technique: Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique (Cracked Version), grants a fixed 100 points of cultivation progress daily, ignoring bottlenecks.]

[The first layer currently requires 100 points, which are being integrated and infused.]

[Injection complete.]

Cultivation Level: First level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, having unlocked this world, and simultaneously reached the first level of Body Tempering Realm.

Xu Xian didn't have time to carefully examine the system panel, because Wang Biao was still holding a knife in front of him.

But this time it's different.

Seeing that he hadn't been killed with one stab, Wang Biao frowned. He was indeed a little surprised, but he didn't think much of it. Could a seriously injured colleague really cause trouble?

The second strike was even more ruthless and fierce, aimed straight for Xu Xian's throat.

Xu Xian struck first, his right palm slamming out, the fierce power of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill flowing into his arm and directly striking the blade.

The short sword shattered into pieces, but the force of the palm strike remained undiminished, striking Wang Biao's chest.

Click.

Without a sound, Wang Biao was sent flying backward, crashing into the stone wall. Blood and foam gushed from his mouth, and he twitched twice before going still.

The cell fell silent again, and the flame in the lantern flickered.

Xu Xian was panting heavily when he looked down at his palm.

This was the first time he had killed someone in his two lives, but he didn't panic, his hands didn't tremble, and he didn't feel like vomiting.

Having witnessed too many crime scenes in my past life, my mental fortitude is not something I've developed for nothing.

He crouched down to examine Wang Biao's body, confirmed his death, and then quickly made a judgment.

First, Wang Biao, a prison guard, had neither the guts nor the motive to silence someone himself; someone must have been behind him.

Those who can get jailers to enter the cell and kill people are either inside the Inspection Department or have infiltrated it.

Secondly, since Wang Biao failed to return to report, the person in charge will soon discover that the matter has been exposed.

If we don't strike first before the other side can react, the next wave might not just be a prison guard.

Xu squatted down and began to take off Wang Biao's clothes. What he wanted to do was not to run away, but to go directly to the person who could make the decision.

He quickly checked the system interface while changing his clothes.

Extremely simple, with only two modules:

The "Cultivation Progress" panel displays the daily progress of the current cultivation technique and the points required to upgrade it;

The "Techniques" section currently only lists the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique.

Below the skill manual is a line of small text: When the current skill manual reaches the third level, the second skill manual will be unlocked.

Apart from that, there is no in-game store, no quest system, no pill exchange, and no intelligence retrieval.

enough.

He straightened his collar, pushed open the cell door and walked out. The corridor was empty; it was clear that Wang Biao had cleared the area before he arrived.

Following the original owner's memories, Xu Xian walked out along the passageway. When he passed the guards' quarters, he saw two guards drinking and gambling. There were several dishes of peanuts and two wine jugs on the table, and the dice were clinking in the bowl.

One of the shorter guards caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye, waved without looking up, and said, "Old Wang, you're back pretty quickly..."

He choked halfway through his sentence because what he saw was a young man in prison clothes, not Wang Biao.

The two jailers stood up at the same time.

"Xu Xian?!"

Another burly jailer was the first to react, grabbing a knife from the table. "How did you get out! Where's Wang Biao?"

Xu Xian didn't answer, but kept walking straight toward them.

The burly jailer cursed and drew his sword to strike.

This man had no martial arts skills, but he was burly and strong. He had served as a prison guard in the Inspection Department for many years with his brute strength. An ordinary prisoner would be knocked unconscious for half a day after being slapped by him.

Xu Xian stepped aside, grabbed the other man's wrist holding the knife with his right hand, pressed it down and twisted it, dislocating the wrist joint.

Then, with his left hand, he grabbed his neck, lifted him up like a chick, and slammed him against the wall.

One level of body tempering grants the strength of a thousand pounds.

The burly jailer's feet were off the ground, his face flushed red.

The short jailer was so frightened that he took three steps back, dropping the wine jug in his hand and shattering it on the ground. He pointed tremblingly at Xu Xian:

"You, you—you're a martial arts practitioner?"

"I want to see Lord Cao."

Xu first put the jailer down. "Lead the way."

The short jailer swallowed hard, glancing at his colleague on the ground, half-dead from being strangled, then at Xu Xian.

"Lead the way, I'll lead the way!" The short jailer raised his hands.