The day Ximen Jin was publicly dumped by his childhood sweetheart, the campus belle, all of Jiangcheng laughed at him.
His vitality test score was 89.7, just 0.3 below passing. That tiny gap was an uncrossable divide between ordinary people and martial artists: his meridians had been blocked from birth, leaving him unable to cultivate for life.
The campus belle turned on him, the Su family called off the engagement, and the original owner died on the spot from rage. Then he arrived: an overworked office drone who’d died from working 996 hours, taking over this condemned body.
“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Never look down on a poor young man!”
Before he could even finish the line, the System in his head went off: [Fated Marriage System activated. Marry any woman to unlock cultivation.]
Ximen Jin swallowed the rest of his words. He could never cultivate on his own, so the System was his only hope. This was a high-martial world, and monogamy wasn’t required. He glanced at the marriage bureau downtown and came up with a plan.
Fifty thousand yuan, one hour, then he’d marry and divorce a gold digger from District F. The moment the official seal came down, a pale golden display burst into view: First-Level Martial Artist, vitality pouring into him.
Others cultivated hard for years; he got his in ten seconds after registering his marriage. Others risked their lives to break through; he got a power boost with a stamp and a wedding certificate. In half a day, he married and divorced three times, soaring from an ordinary man to a Fifth-Level Martial Artist. His Thunderclap Fist reached the beginner stage, and his Vitality Furnace awakened.
