351: Chapter 351 The Powerful Cheat

[As Daoist Qingwei explains, you discover that the Martial Arts of this world, while sharing the same name as the Chinese Martial Arts in the novels of your previous life, are quite different.]

[The Martial Arts here are more akin to the ones found in those 'Master Descends the Mountain' novels from your past life.]

[This is because the Martial Artists of this world can cultivate a type of transcendent energy known as Jin force.]

[Those in the Obvious Jin stage refine their strength into Jin, allowing them to condense their entire body's power into a single point for an explosive release.]

[Their punches ring out with sound, and their power penetrates muscle and bone; they are already considered experts in the eyes of ordinary people.]

[However, Obvious Jin is ultimately a tangible force; the Jin cannot leave the body, so its killing range is limited.]

[Dark Jin is entirely different. Upon reaching the Dark Jin Realm, a Martial Artist can project their Jin through their body to injure people from a distance.]

[This is starkly different from the classic Chinese Martial Arts, where even 'Gang Jin' could only strike three inches through the air.]

[Transforming Jin experts can even spread their Jin Qi throughout their entire body. There is no spot from which they cannot strike, and no spot that cannot defend against an enemy, allowing them to withstand rifle bullets head-on.]

[Furthermore, in this world, Transforming Jin Martial Artists are known as Grandmasters. A saying circulates in the martial arts circle: 'A Grandmaster must not be insulted!']

[Every Transforming Jin Grandmaster is a strategic-level existence registered by the state.]

[They enjoy special treatment and bear corresponding responsibilities; ordinary laws can hardly restrain figures of this level.]

["This sense of déjà vu... could I have undergone Transmigration into a 'Master Descends the Mountain' type of novel world?"]

[In your view, only in those types of novels would Obvious Jin, Dark Jin, and Transforming Jin be like this, and in the Late Stage, it would even develop into Cultivation.]

[After inquiring further, you learn that Daoist Qingwei is one of those rare Transforming Jin Grandmasters.]

[Originally, he intended to wait until you reached adulthood and your body was fully developed before teaching you formal martial arts to help you step onto the path of a Martial Artist.]

[Who would have thought that you would actually achieve a Breakthrough to the Obvious Jin Realm relying solely on a health-preserving Qingfeng Fist?]

[You ask Daoist Qingwei if there are people above Transforming Jin in this world, but he simply tells you not to be overly ambitious and does not answer.]

[However, you feel that according to novel tropes, this world definitely has people above Transforming Jin, and perhaps quite a few of them.]

[Soon, a day passes.]

[You return to your room, reflecting on today's events.]

[As someone who has personally experienced Transmigration, your capacity for acceptance is very strong, and you easily accept the setting of this world.]

["If this world really is as I imagine..."]

["Then just practicing martial arts definitely won't be enough. It might be fine in the early stages, but in the Late Stage, who knows if there will be cultivators fighting espers, or vampires fighting paladins and such."]

["Fortunately, as a Transmigrator, the Golden Finger might be late, but it never misses. Let's see what my cheat is."]

[Sitting cross-legged on the bed, you close your eyes and concentrate, beginning to carefully sense that strange throb within your body from when you broke through to Obvious Jin today.]

[At first, it is just a vague sensation, as if something extra has appeared deep within your body.]

[As your focus intensifies, that sensation gradually becomes clear.]

[It is a dormant power, containing an unimaginably terrifying and majestic might.]

[You attempt to guide this power.]

[Initially, there is no reaction, but just as you are about to give up, that power suddenly moves.]

[It flows along with your will, gathering at the tip of your right index finger.]

[You open your eyes and lift your right hand.]

[The tip of your index finger looks perfectly normal; there is nothing there.]

[But you just know that a power is condensed there, a power that seems capable of stripping away life and annihilating everything.]

[You get out of bed and walk to the center of the room, where the dirt floor is exposed—a characteristic of the old buildings at Qingfeng Temple.]

[You originally intended to inject this power into the ground with all your might to see the effect.]

[But at the very moment you are about to act, a mysterious intuition makes you suddenly pull back your hand.]

[No, you cannot use full power.]

[That intuition comes abruptly yet strongly, as if a voice is telling you that if you go all out, the consequences will be unimaginable.]

[You take a deep breath, suppress the impulse in your heart, and redeploy that power, this time drawing only an extremely tiny sliver.]

[You condense that sliver of power at the tip of your index finger and lightly tap the ground.]

[The fingertip touches the earth.]

[Silent and soundless.]

[But you see the change.]

[Centering on the point of contact, the ground within a one-meter radius loses its color instantly.]

[It doesn't turn black, but rather a grayish-white—a lifeless grayish-white.]

[The granular structure of the soil remains, but all the life within it—microorganisms, organic matter, even the vitality of the soil itself—has completely vanished.]

[That wasn't physical destruction, but a conceptual 'death.']

[This patch of land is 'dead.']

[You withdraw your finger and take a step back, looking at that circle of grayish-white earth, a chill running down your spine.]

["Holy..." You whisper two words, your voice dry.]

[Fortunately, you held back just now. If you had gone all out, how large an area of death would you have caused? Ten meters? A hundred meters? Or...]

[You don't dare to imagine.]

[But at the same time, an uncontrollable excitement wells up in your heart.]

[This Golden Finger is too strong!]

[You have a clear intuition that if the power you can mobilize were to fully explode, within a thousand-meter radius, there would no longer be any living thing.]

[Plants would wither and die, insects would fall, birds would drop from the sky, and even microorganisms would be instantly wiped out. It would be an absolute zone of death.]

[And this is only because your current strength is low and you cannot fully tap into this power.]

["What kind of ability is this exactly?"]

[You feel that this power shouldn't just be the power of death; death should only be an external effect caused by this power.]

["But regardless, I now have a powerful trump card. Judging by the effects of this power, as long as someone is caught in its wake, even a Transforming Jin expert would kick the bucket on the spot, with not even ashes remaining."]

[Just like how a cultivator's spiritual power is to a Martial Artist's Internal Energy in cultivation novels, the power within your body is like a dimensional strike to a Martial Artist.]

[You even feel that even if there are cultivators in this world, low-Realm cultivators wouldn't be able to withstand this power.]