Martial Arts: From the Start, I Was Rewarded with an Ocean to Cultivate Immortality

Xisha. Night. Sky. Vast and distant. The moon was as large as a bronze plate. Ning Hai descended with a speargun, shot a grouper weighing over a hundred jin, and, while chasing after his catch, came upon a white orb of light. His soul transmigrated to another world, taking over the body of a young fisherman from Mumu Island who had died at sea in a storm. He was awarded a stretch of territorial waters of his own and gained the ability to improve his cultivation by spending points. “Caught a golden-threaded copper bream.” “Points: 11.” Ning Hai discovered that wherever his boat went and wherever his feet trod became part of his territory. Catching fish, shrimp, and crabs there earned him points. Whenever his strength ran out, his spirit was exhausted, or his cultivation technique reached a bottleneck, he could spend points to break through. What kind of world was this? Some people lived ordinary lives, rising at dawn and resting at dusk, weathering wind and sun just to keep food on the table. Others had hundreds of thousands of jin of strength in their hands, powerful enough to shatter the heavens with a punch and crack the earth for thousands of miles with a kick! What kind of world was this? Were there monsters in the sea and foreign races on another continent? The Martial Arts Hall, closed for a century, had reopened. Fish, shrimp, and crabs kept washing ashore, torn apart by the waves, their heads or tails missing. One day, a nameless monster came in with the tide, with a human face and hands, a fish tail, and tough armor-like scales that swords and spears could not pierce. Ning Hai threw a punch, and it was reduced to ash.