Turbulent Times: In Years of Famine, I Touch Corpses to Become a Martial Immortal

In the final years of the Great Zhou, drought stretches for a thousand miles, and corpses of the starving lie everywhere. Chen An transmigrates into the body of a starving laborer at a quarry. The only person beside him is his younger sister, burning with fever and blind in both eyes. The overseer’s whip can kill without consequence, the garrison’s blades could fall at any moment, and Zhao Heizi, a grinning brute with a face full of fat, is about to cut out his sister’s corneas... Chen An silently walks to the mass grave and reaches out. [Touch a starving corpse. Plunder trait: Faint Vitality ×100. Fuse: Vitality like an ox!] [Touch a martial artist’s corpse. Plunder trait: Savage Ox Fist. Fuse: Grandmastery!] [Touch a mutated demon beast. Plunder traits: Copper Skin and Iron Bones, Beast King’s Dread!] The scion of a great clan sneers at him for being a commoner, for having no peerless bones? Chen An smashes his chest with one punch, crouches down, and reaches out with a blank expression [Plunder trait: Wuqu Star Descends.] “Thanks. It’s mine now.” Some call him an asura, a demon god, a monster who should never have appeared in this chaotic age. Chen An doesn’t care. He only knows this: whoever lays a finger on his sister, he’ll rip them out by the roots. Whoever hoards martial resources and leaves the common people to die, he’ll smash their grand estate to dust, pillars and all. Years later, a million barbarian cavalrymen batter at the border pass. The court kneels and begs for peace, offering the people as hostages. A ten-zhang-tall blood-red demonic shadow strides out of the mountains, cracking the earth beneath its feet. Chen An looks at the seemingly endless army, grins, and shows a row of white teeth: “Have you come to deliver my New Year’s feast?”