[Wuxia Crossover] I Sought Abuse, Then Became the Greatest in the Martial World

Coming soon: "The Best in the Martial World, Slept With Them All". Blurb below.

Pain-averse Chun Xuemo is forced to seek out pain × Zhongyuan Yidianhong

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Chun Xuemo was running an investigation on a mountain when a cave collapsed and crushed him to death. When he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated into a martial arts world.

In the martial world, if you don't like someone, you draw your blade; if you see injustice, you raise your sword; if someone disagrees with you, fists fly. Within ten paces, life and death are decided, and killing intent fills every meeting of eyes.

Others don't even need to make a move. One finger is enough to crush someone like him, who knows no martial arts.

Chun Xuemo: ...

Fortunately, he catches the transmigration trend and binds himself to a System: a martial-world version of Pinduoduo. Not only is his health bar locked at 99% like a cash-out balance, so he can never die, but if someone slashes him a full 180 times, he can inherit that person's martial arts.

Chun Xuemo, who's afraid of pain, grits his teeth. Let's do this!

So:

At a border town in Guandong, the question is whether Lu Moujia's sword is faster or Fu Mouxue's blade. The young man grabs a knife in one hand and a sword in the other. "Which of you will slash me 180 times first? Whoever does it is faster!"

Lu Moujia, Fu Mouxue: ...

Is this guy out of his mind?

At Wanmei Manor, a blue-clad young man bangs on the door like mad. "Master Ximen, feeling itchy for a fight? Why not slash me a few times? This is great! How come I won't die?"

Three days later, a bloodied "corpse" is thrown out of Wanmei Manor.

On the vast sea, under a moonless sky and howling wind, pale fingers grip the side of a boat. A beauty like a water ghost spits out a mouthful of blood. "Chuanxiong, beat me up..."

Chu Mouxiang looks at the bloody handprints on the deck. "Rongrong, can you cure a brain disease? I'll pay."

At a villa in the capital, just as Gong Mou takes out his whip, a beautiful man with a cool expression immediately grabs his hand. "Ninth Young Master, hurry up and whip me!"

Gong Mou: ? Which of us is the masochist here?

As time passes, rumors spread throughout the martial world:

"He looks like an immortal, but he's a masochist!"

The rumors grow more and more outrageous. One night, someone with bad intentions sneaks into Chun Xuemo's room. A "pretty boy" is barely out of his mouth when the man known for being a martial-arts novice who likes pain takes them out with a single Heavenly-Immortal-Descending move.

As he dies, the flower thief spits blood. "Didn't they say you liked this?"

Chun Xuemo smiles faintly. "I'm not who I used to be. Now I'm Chun Xuemo, the best in the martial world!"

#The whole martial world is in my group-buying link#

#I took a sword thrust from you, so why didn't I die? You aren't practicing the Lovey-Dovey Sword, are you?#

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Rumors that Chun Xuemo is a masochist keep popping up. That night, a killer with the same green eyes pins the young man to the bed.

A pale, powerful hand rises high and comes down hard.

Chun Xuemo arches his whole body. "Wait! I didn't mean hit me like this! Brother Hong! I'm not that kind of person!"

The green-eyed killer bends down, sharp teeth clasping the back of the young man's neck. "You are."

Coming-soon blurb:

Blood debts for a pillow, vengeance for a blanket. The eyes of martial wanderers are always clouded with an exhaustion that will not wash away.

They say that no matter how deep the pain, all you need to do is seek treatment for one night at the Drunken Dream House, and you'll find release. No matter how far away you are, it will appear when you need it most.

Amid the wind and snow at a border town, a young man in black, whose hand has gripped a saber hilt for a lifetime, lets go in despair amid the white noise of rain;

Beneath Blackwood Cliff, a murderous cult leader steps into an ethereal tuning-fork array and instantly goes limp, his gaze hazy.

Yu Qihen: Thanks for asking. I'm in the martial world. My main job is ear-cleaning, and my side gig is lulling people to sleep.

Inside the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower, traitors surround Su Mengzhen, whose life hangs by a thread.

Just as victory seems assured, an orange-yellow figure quietly appears on the roof's edge.

The young man's seed-shell chime sways gently in his hand, sending out clear, rippling notes.

With a series of clatters, blades and swords hit the ground. In the blink of an eye, the entire Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower is littered with bodies... no, with people "sleeping" on the floor.

Yu Qihen gazes down at the sleepers sprawled like corpses, his voice as warm as jade:

"Welcome to this episode of ASMR. Everyone, what would you like to do to my special guest?"

#I became the best in the martial world by sleeping my way to the top#

#All the big shots want me to pat their heads#

Spring rain falls without end. Su Mengzhen, the brilliant and calculating master of the tower in the capital, lies with his head on Yu Qihen's lap, eyes closed.

Su Mengzhen asks coldly, "Your name is Qihen, 'a hatred built up without end.' Why choose such an ill-omened name?"

Yu Qihen's fingers thread through his hair as he gently cleans his ears, his smile tender enough to drown a person:

"Because 'the Chen River simply winds around Mount Chen.' In this life, I'm destined to flow south of the Xiao and Xiang rivers for you."

Theme: Perseverance brings victory