Chapter 1: Let Me Level Up

“Oh my god, it hurts so bad, Senior Brother! If you push a little harder, I’m going to die!” On the martial arts training ground of the Holy Devil Sect, a young boy who appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years old was standing there, crying out in agony. Yet, amidst his pain, there was a hint of pleasure on his face.

Lin Fan had a secret: he wasn’t a native of this world, but had come from Earth. It wasn’t a soul transmigration, but his physical body had crossed over as well.

When he first arrived in this mysterious world, Lin Fan had felt a strange mix of emotions. Haven’t you read novels? In stories, the protagonists were always powerful, effortlessly gaining strength, status, wealth, and beauty.

With a slight tremor of his body and a release of his dominating aura, whether they were sect leaders or peerless beauties, all would kneel before him.

However, just as Lin Fan was nearing the climax of his daydream, he realized something was off. To his shock, he discovered he was nothing more than a training dummy for disciples in a certain devilish sect. Upon learning this, Lin Fan was utterly stunned.

Just after arriving in this world, how could he immediately become a training dummy? That wasn’t scientific.

Even if he had to be a useless nobody, he would have accepted it. But at least give him a decent hidden identity.

But now he was just a training dummy for others to practice on. This instantly left Lin Fan speechless, even secretly crying bitterly for several days.

During his first year in the Holy Devil Sect, a still clueless Lin Fan endured unimaginable hardships, nearly being beaten into a three-star cripple.

If it weren’t for the Holy Devil Sect showing a bit of conscience by giving the training dummies a physical cultivation manual, he probably would have died already.

“Titanium Devil Body”

When Lin Fan first obtained this physical cultivation manual, his heart was filled with joy. Just look at its name—it sounded so cool and powerfully imposing. If he successfully cultivated its techniques, wouldn’t he become invincible under the heavens?

However, after experimenting with the cultivation method himself, Lin Fan realized this was completely a scam.

The “Titanium Devil Body” had three levels and was a physical cultivation technique casually written by the founding patriarch of the Holy Devil Sect, specifically for training dummies.

Even after reaching the third level, according to the manual, achieving the “Titanium Devil Body” still meant he could be cut down with a single strike by disciples wielding real weapons.

Fortunately, heaven rewards those who persevere. Lin Fan’s tragic fate moved the heavens, and one moonless, windy night, after discussing life with the daughter of Duke Chou in his dream, Lin Fan suddenly discovered he had gained a data-based system.

After studying it for half a day, Lin Fan didn’t see any artificial intelligence like in novels. It was completely up to him to explore on his own.

As for this data-based system, Lin Fan initially didn’t understand it well. Later, he discovered under his character data panel that there was data specifically tracking his progress in cultivating the “Titanium Devil Body.”

Originally, after finishing his daily work as a training dummy, Lin Fan would rush back immediately to eat and cultivate. After all, if he didn’t successfully cultivate the “Titanium Devil Body,” who knew when he might be killed by someone with heavy hands.

But now, Lin Fan simply waited for the disciples to beat him every day, then went back to sleep and indulged in his beautiful daydreams.

After teasing a red-faced disciple with a playful shout, Lin Fan opened his data panel and examined it carefully. With a bit more effort, the “Titanium Devil Body” would soon level up to level five.

But according to the “Titanium Devil Body” manual, it only had three levels. Why was he already approaching level five?

Name: Lin Fan

Level: 1

Experience: 0

Cultivation Technique: “Titanium Devil Body” Level 4 (2000/3000)

Looking at his character data panel, Lin Fan felt somewhat pitiful. His level had stubbornly remained at level one for a long time. As for leveling up, Lin Fan had indeed thought about it, but couldn’t find a way.

It had already been a year since he arrived in this world. Although he hadn’t left the Holy Devil Sect yet, he had inquired about the cultivation levels here.

They were: Later Heaven, Primordial, Enter Divine, Minor Heaven Realm, Major Heaven Realm…

Each level was divided into nine sub-levels.

Lin Fan knew there were probably even more levels beyond that, but who asked him to be just a training dummy? Knowing this much was already pretty good.

“+1.”

“+1.”

“+1.”

The experience for the “Titanium Devil Body” increased slowly. Looking at the disciple who was now exerting his utmost strength, Lin Fan sighed. Today was strange—he had encountered such a novice disciple. Each attack could only add one point of experience.

And these punches felt weak and powerless. Lin Fan even wondered if he should worry about running out of experience…

Sure enough, what he feared came true.

“+0.”

“+0.”

Damn it, this useless guy really can’t give any experience anymore. What’s the point of continuing?

Lin Fan turned his head and looked at his fellow sandbag companions. They were crying out in pain, as if suffering the greatest injury of their lives.

In the Holy Devil Sect, if a training dummy was beaten to death by a disciple, no one would care. They would just dig a hole and bury the body.

“Why aren’t you screaming?” At this moment, the disciple saw Lin Fan, who had previously been crying out in pain, now looking around absentmindedly. A hint of anger rose in his heart. When the training dummy cried out in agony under his punches, even though he felt tired, he also felt excited, feeling powerful.

But now he was furious.

Thinking that this day couldn’t be wasted, Lin Fan looked at the disciple before him and said, “Scream at your sister. Acting is so tiring. Your punches are so weak, like a woman’s.”

Upon hearing this insult, the disciple’s face turned pale and green with rage, his eyes also flashing with anger.

Seeing the disciple’s expression, Lin Fan couldn’t help but laugh, “Your acting skills are pretty good. Go home and drink more milk. It’s like being tickled.”

“You… you…” The disciple suddenly seemed unable to speak, his voice choked up. His previously fierce eyes suddenly changed, becoming teary.

“Waaah… You’re bullying me. My punches aren’t weak!”

At this moment, Lin Fan was instantly stunned. Watching the disciple run away from the training ground with his butt split and crying loudly, Lin Fan was speechless.

As a disciple of the Devil Sect, how could he be so sensitive and unable to withstand criticism?

Shaking his head, Lin Fan stopped paying attention to this guy and focused on figuring out how to level up quickly.

Level four of the “Titanium Devil Body” was already somewhat monstrous. Who knew what level five would be like?

Lin Fan stood on the spot, chin in hand, watching the sect disciples who were diligently beating the training dummies around him. A faint smile appeared on his lips.

Looks like he had to activate the taunt mode.

Lin Fan gathered his energy and shouted loudly.

“Stop your hands! I have something to say…”

Lin Fan’s roar could completely rival the “Lion’s Roar” technique described in novels. In his view, wasn’t it just about who had the louder voice?

Back in the days on Earth, he had been the class leader leading exercises. Without a loud voice, that wouldn’t have worked.

The sect disciples who were using the training dummies for practice were also stopped by this roar.

The battered training dummies, with bruised faces, looked at Lin Fan, not knowing what this fellow training dummy was going to do.

Some of the training dummies used this moment to catch their breath, waiting for the next wave of attacks.

When would this kind of life ever end?

They had heard that if one could cultivate the “Titanium Devil Body” to the third level, they could become an outer sect candidate, just like those who had used them as training dummies.

But it seemed impossible. Some veteran training dummies who had persisted for years could barely cultivate the “Titanium Devil Body” to the first level.

Reaching the third level was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

At this moment, the training dummies who were catching their breath were stunned upon hearing the next sentence.

This guy was asking to be beaten to death.

“Don’t look at me with those confused eyes. To be frank, in my eyes, all of you here are trash…” Lin Fan stood with one hand behind his back, disdainfully hooking his finger at these outer sect candidates.