Street Martial God

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The traffic just isn’t there, and I can’t keep going. I’m making only a few dimes a day. For half a month now, I’ve had nothing but tap water and a packet of instant noodles to chew on dry. It’s hard for an ordinary person to stay alive by writing novels. Now I want to deliver food, but I can’t even afford to rent an electric bike. My plan is to haul bricks at a construction site this month and try to earn enough to rent an electric bike by the end of the month. Then I’ll go back to food delivery next month. Anything is better than writing novels.

[Status Panel + Ruthless and Decisive + Ultimate Martial Arts + Unstoppable Overpowering + Sister-Obsessed Protector + Rise from the Bottom]

After transmigrating to the Great Yan Dynasty, Ye Qingxuan starts out in hell mode: his father has died a tragic death, his family is destitute, he is saddled with a hundred taels of debt, and his nine-year-old sister has nearly been sold to a brothel!

In this corrupt, turbulent world, where officials collude with bandits and lives are worth less than grass, are the weak doomed to be crushed and drained dry?

No! Ye Qingxuan awakens the “Martial Dao Celestial Secrets Manual,” turning every martial art into data!

Everyone laments that mastering martial arts is harder than ascending to heaven?

To Ye Qingxuan, it’s just a matter of filling up a simple progress bar!

[Indestructible Diamond Body]: Progress +1. Skin as tough as leather, impervious to blades and bullets!

[Thirteen Fengtian Blades]: Progress +1. Grasp the intent of the blade and cut down all injustice!

“Every bit of effort counts. Hard work brings its reward!”

As long as he trains, he gets stronger! No bottlenecks, no limit!

From a temporary constable in the city’s back alleys to the Chief Guardian of the Fengtian Office, whose name strikes fear into the court; from an ordinary mortal body to the Martial God of his age, a saint made flesh.

Faced with the gods and demons filling the skies, and the overlords of demonic cults, Ye Qingxuan sits astride his horse with blade in hand, a thousand household lights shining behind him.

“In this life, I ask nothing of my past and seek nothing in the next. I trust only the blade in my hand, and protect only those I hold dear!”