I am Jinshan Youxia

I am Jinshan Youxia

Author: I'm Not a Donkey

Summary:

Others transmigrate, and so does Zhang Chengyi, except he transmigrates into the game modifier for Kingsoft Game Ranger.

In his quest to find the strongest body to contain him, he constantly logs into different worlds and different bodies, pursuing a path to ever-increasing strength.

Humans, animals, plants, demons and monsters, mountains, or... planets?

This is the adventure journey of Kingsoft Rangers.

Chapter 1: Socially Reclusive and Infertile

In the fourth year of the Yuan You era of the Song Dynasty, in Ruzhou, in the morning, a carriage swayed slowly along an official road.

"The saying goes, 'In the South, Murong; in the North, Qiao Feng.' I've heard that Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, is eight feet tall, with eyes like copper bells, and arms that reach below his knees..."

The bodyguard driving the carriage looked to be in his early twenties. He was eloquent and spoke at length about his experiences in the martial arts world.

The carriage curtain was lifted, revealing a man around forty years old inside. He was dressed in a white shirt, with dark bronze skin and piercing eyes. As he listened to the bodyguard's description of Qiao Feng, his expression couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.

This isn't describing Qiao Feng at all; it's practically describing a giant gorilla! A Song Dynasty "eight feet" would be almost 2.5 meters tall!

Zhang Chengyi thought to himself, "What a guy!" but didn't interrupt the other person's gossip.

As a special time traveler, he knew the plot of Tianlong very well, but in reality, he was completely clueless about many details, especially in ancient times when transportation was inconvenient. Since 'logging' into this body, he hadn't even met a single character with a name from the novel.

It's always good to listen to more.

"A few days ago, I heard about the Penglai School in Shandong..." the bodyguard said, shaking his head as if he were a witness.

Zhang Chengyi listened patiently for a while, and while the other person was drinking water, he pretended to be curious and asked, "I heard that you are a disciple of the Funiu Sect?"

The Funiu School of Nanyang is quite famous in Henan.

Most importantly, he still doesn't know where the plot is at. He'll know if he finds out whether Ke Baisui, the leader of the Funiu Sect, is dead or not.

The bodyguard choked as he drank water and said, "Brother Zhang, I can't accept your title, I can't accept your title."

The word "先生" (xiānsheng) has many meanings, such as teacher or scholar. However, in the world of martial arts, it is often used to refer to doctors, fortune tellers, physiognomists, or feng shui practitioners. Using it to address a bodyguard is not appropriate, especially since the other party is not a member of the martial arts world. It sounds somewhat sarcastic.

He didn't know if the other party did it on purpose, but since they were the employer and had paid him, a slip of the tongue wasn't a big deal.

"Brother Zhang, you'd better not ask too many questions about me or the Funiu Sect. Things haven't been peaceful lately," he said, pausing before sighing.

Having said that, he lost interest in continuing the gossip about the martial arts world, flicked the reins, and shouted, "Giddy up!"

I went to focus on driving.

Could it be that Ke Baisui has already passed away?

Zhang Chengyi guessed that the bodyguard he had spent a lot of money to hire wasn't interested in chatting, so he didn't press the issue by asking more provocative questions.

After traveling for a while, the carriage suddenly began to slow down.

"Whoa!" The镖师 (bodyguard/escort) pulled the carriage to a stop, glanced at the man blocking the road in the distance, and whispered, "Brother Zhang, stay inside the carriage and don't come out." With that, he pulled down the curtain, stood up, and said, "I am from the Funiu Sect."

"Boy, hand over the people inside, and I'll spare your life." The leader was a man around forty years old, with a square face, looking strong and powerful. His voice was loud and clear, and his tone carried an air of unquestionable authority. "As for the Funiu Sect..."

He sneered. As a member of the martial arts world, he knew more or less what the Funiu Sect had been like over the years, and he also knew through some channel that Ke Baisui had been killed by someone using his own special move a few days ago.

Anyone with a brain knows that the Murong family of Gusu is using the same tactics against them. With the Murong family's immense reputation, the Funiu Sect is already struggling to survive. The death of one or two disciples is nothing to worry about as long as things are handled carefully.

During the Tang Dynasty, Empress Wu Zetian ascended Mount Song and bestowed the title of Zhongyue (Central Peak). She renamed Songyang County to Dengfeng County and Yangcheng County to Gaocheng County. Even today, Shaolin Temple is world-renowned, and people know that Mount Shaoshi, the western peak of Mount Song, is the site of Zen Buddhism, but they are unaware of the locations of Dengfeng and Gaocheng.

To ascend Shaoshi Mountain, one must first enter Gaocheng County and then Dengfeng County to hike up the mountain. Along the way, there are many Buddhist believers in both counties, and lay disciples of Shaolin Temple can be seen everywhere. It is a place where doors are left unlocked at night and lost items are not picked up on the road.

However, outside of Mount Song, many desperate tenant farmers learn a few farming skills and rob people on the road. It can only be said that outside the Buddhist kingdom lies hell.

Encountering robbers in such a place is highly probable; otherwise, where would the security escort agency have room to develop?

A disciple with poor skills was killed by bandits while escorting goods, and the Funiu Sect could not find the murderer no matter what they did.

"Then we'll have to see what you're capable of."

Upon hearing the laughter, the bodyguard blushed instantly. He pulled out the rope dart from his waist, jumped off the carriage, and his remaining rationality prevented him from rushing over to fight the other man. Instead, he stood guard around the carriage.

There was no escaping it after all.

Zhang Chengyi watched through the gap in the carriage curtain and shook his head inwardly.

As a transmigrator who temporarily "landed" in this world, his original identity was a hunter in a mountain village. He was a reclusive and infertile man with a teenage wife who ran away ten years ago. Where would he get the money to buy a carriage, hire bodyguards, and go to Shaolin Temple? In short:

Strike down the rich.

He targeted a local tycoon who was rich but unscrupulous, pulled off a heist, and ran away. But nothing stays hidden forever, so it's only natural that the tycoon would send people to retaliate.

"Ugh~"

While he was pondering, the confident young bodyguard was slapped onto the carriage and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He said with a pale face, "You are from the Penglai Sect in Shandong."

The forty-year-old man grinned, neither responding nor denying, and pulled the rope dart off his arm.

"Pfft~" Blood splattered as the gun was pulled out. He tapped his body several times with his fingers, sweat beading on his forehead. After slightly circulating his internal energy to ease his injuries, he walked over with a calm expression.

Shandong and Henan are adjacent to each other, so the Funiu faction and the Penglai faction naturally had many conflicts on a regular basis. The Penglai faction was ambitious to begin with, so how could they not take advantage of Ke Baisui's death to kick him while he was down?

Eighteen years ago, Cui Baiquan, the cunning strategist of the Funiu faction, wiped out the wealthy Lü family. Since then, many wealthy Henan people who were not convinced by the Funiu faction have been secretly in contact with the Penglai faction. It was completely unexpected that the hunters came to rob them.

The Penglai Sect was not prepared for a direct confrontation with the Funiu Sect. If it weren't for this unexpected event, they wouldn't have made a move at all. However, since they had made a move, they were determined to go all the way.

Zhang Chengyi calmly put down the bundle he was carrying, lifted the curtain and climbed out of the carriage. Looking at the man walking towards him, his expression showed a hint of eagerness.

"Brother Zhang..." The bodyguard struggled to sit up. He didn't know that his employer had robbed a local tyrant and thought the other party was there to cause him trouble. He said guiltily, "I've dragged you into this. You should run away quickly. I'll try my best to stop them."

As he spoke, he tried to get up, but a hand reached out and pressed down on his shoulder. His employer, who looked like an ordinary person, had an excited expression on his face and said:

"Don't try to be brave if you're injured."

"Leave this to me."

Chapter 2 Unrepentant

"I'll leave it to you?"

The square-faced man laughed heartily. Even if a hunter whose wife had run away had several lives on his hands, to people in the martial arts world, the only consideration was whether or not to leave the body intact. Hearing the other party's shameless words at this moment was truly laughable.

If he weren't worried about his technique being recognized by using hidden weapons, he would have easily and decisively taken down the Funiu Sect kid with a single hidden weapon.

Who knew that the other party actually had some skill, forcing him to use his real skills and being recognized, so there was no need to hold back.

He clutched the poisoned dart hidden in his sleeve. As a seasoned veteran, he chuckled, but who knew if the hunter had any other tricks up his sleeve? After all, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.

"Shh!"

Before he could finish speaking, the unassuming hunter stepped off the carriage and covered several meters in the blink of an eye, arriving in front of him with a punch.

The square-faced man was terrified. The speed that burst forth in that instant was beyond his expectations. He could only instinctively strike out with one palm in an attempt to force the other man back.

"Crack!"

A simple, unadorned punch broke his arm on the spot, and then relentlessly rammed into his chest.

"Pfft!" The square-faced man, who had no time to dodge or move, was hit directly. Then, punch after punch, his sternum was broken and his lungs ruptured. He was forced to spit out a mouthful of foamy blood. The extreme pain and numbness brought him back to his senses, and at the same time, it aroused his ferocity. He used his internal energy to throw the poison dart.

"Boom!"

After throwing another punch, Zhang Chengyi realized he had been hit. His strong physique allowed him to only stagger slightly before he kicked the square-faced man in the neck. Only after confirming that the man's head and body were likely dead, did he stop.

"!"

The镖师 (bodyguard/escort) was astonished by what happened in the blink of an eye. His employer, who seemed to have no martial arts skills whatsoever, had actually killed a master of the Penglai Sect.

"Alright, wait." Zhang Chengyi's vision blurred, and a sense of powerlessness surged through him. A sharp pain shot through his arm where he had collided with the square-faced man, and then the pain quickly spread to most of his body. The numbness in the place where he had been hit by the dart continued to spread. He took two steps toward the carriage and then collapsed to the ground.

"Brother Zhang!" The bodyguard struggled to walk over, helped up his employer whose face had turned black, quickly applied pressure points to remove the poisoned dart, and then used his internal energy to help remove the poison.

Already seriously injured, his face turned ashen in no time, but he still persisted until the poisoned blood from his employer's wounds gushed out before stopping. He then helped the unconscious employer stagger back to the carriage, not having time to deal with the corpses nearby, and forced himself to keep going.

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[Not bad, this body has been saved for now.]

Zhang Chengyi, silently observing everything from another perspective, thought with some annoyance: [Internal energy is such a nuisance.]

He was a time traveler, but an extremely special one.

Others who transmigrate become humans, monsters, or gods, at least possessing a physical form. He, however, transmigrated into an intangible, formless game modifier from outside the world—

Game Master Editor (or similar modifier).

His abilities, or rather his instincts, are quite simple, no different from those of the Game Master modifier. These include game retrieval [allowing him to log into a specific usable body in a certain world], screenshot [observing the situation near the logged-in body], speed adjustment [adjusting the time flow of logging into the game world], virtual CD drive [logging into multiple worlds simultaneously], encoding conversion [language proficiency], and most importantly, game data modification [adjusting the values ​​of the logged-in body].

There are three abilities that need to be mentioned. First, the ability to search for games allows you to acquire only one game 'body' in a single world. Second, the ability to adjust the flow of time using the speed gear. He tried it once, but he couldn't control the logged-in character while adjusting it, so it doesn't seem to be very useful at the moment.

Thirdly, modifying game data and adjusting the values ​​of the logged-in body is a very abstract thing. Just like when he adjusted the number of items in the game on Earth, he could only adjust it to the maximum limit that the game set. At most, he could only adjust the body data to the maximum value that the body could withstand.

Furthermore, because the Game Master tool requires searching for the item to be modified before adjusting the data, it cannot retrieve items that the user does not have, thus leaving no room for adjustment.

Furthermore, the body he logs into is equivalent to the game body; external items are not part of the body, so they cannot be modified.

That's why he wanted to go to Mount Song and visit the Shaolin Temple.

Because the body he logged into did not possess the most important thing in martial arts novels: internal energy. Even if he could adjust his physique to the maximum, his strength was still not very promising. When facing a martial arts master, he could kill the master with a flurry of punches when he was caught off guard, but if the master casually used his internal energy to enter his body, he would be lying on the ground.

Fortunately, he was able to continuously improve his physique, which had declined due to internal injuries, which is why he was able to charge forward and fight against the Penglai Sect.

Unfortunately, the other party countered with a poisoned dart. Due to the damage from the internal force, the game (body) directly entered the negative states of [fainting] and [internal injury]. He could only modify the values, not the state, and in the end, he quietly watched what happened inside from outside the world.

If he could learn internal energy cultivation, he could immediately max out his internal strength. While he might not be able to fly or dive into the earth, he would at least be no less powerful than Duan Yu or Xu Zhu in the novel.

The problem is that he really can't learn it. Other people learn internal skills by building a foundation from childhood. In Mr. Cha's novels, if you just pick up a martial arts manual and try to learn something without any basic knowledge, it's impossible to achieve anything.

Anyway, he didn't really want to slowly hone his skills and spend ten or eight years developing something with this old and poorly trained body. He simply decided to take a crooked approach and spend money to find a master to pass on his skills to him. He didn't need much, just a little bit would be enough.

Since the original owner of this body happened to be from Ruzhou, then going to Shaolin Temple would be a good option. It's very close, a Zen Buddhist sect, a major orthodox school, willing to take money for services, and its internal strength is known for its balanced and peaceful nature. It's much better than randomly choosing some kind of martial arts master who might try to steal your money or kill you.

Just like how he always sought out escort agencies that hired disciples of the Funiu Sect, legitimate and righteous sects, no matter how hypocritical, would never openly commit murder and robbery.

Even if he's so unlucky that the Shaolin Temple wants to kill him, it doesn't matter.

He didn't rob the rich for money. Rich people, rich people, how can you be called rich people if you don't do some bullying and oppressing? Anyway, the world is no different from a game to him. When he was unhappy and short of money, he would go to the culprits with a wood-chopping knife, kill them, and leave without touching anyone who didn't block his way or attack him, except for the servants who blocked his way and the Lu family's instructor who knew some rudimentary martial arts.