Peerless Martial God Chapter 1: Spirit Awakening

Martial arts dictate one's destiny, life, and death. The weak suffer endless humiliation, while the mighty lord over the world.

Martial Spirit embodies the innate gift of continent inhabitants, revered as the warrior’s soul. A warrior's triumphs are inextricably bound to their Martial Spirit.

Myriad Martial Spirit types abound. Natural ones like fire, ice, hurricanes, lightning, and such. Weapon varieties including knives, guns, swords, and halberds. Ferocious beast spirits such as the white tiger, mad rhinoceros, violent ape, and dragon snake. Furthermore, potent soul spirits like the immortal spirit exist.

The Martial Spirit evolves and grows stronger in tandem with its master's cultivation.

Yangzhou City, Lin Family Mansion.

Lin Feng's eyes snapped open, fixing on the crude, ancient chamber. Amid this bizarre yet recognizable room, a flash of bitter helplessness crossed his gaze.

“To think I survived!” Lin Feng murmured inwardly. In that instant, his bitter smile faded, replaced by a faint curve at his lips.

Indeed, he had been a senior at Hua Xia Jiang Nan University. But a car crash hurled him into another realm, where he soul-possessed a youth bearing the same name.

Lin Feng felt a wave of melancholy, not from his transmigration. Back on Earth, orphaned, he was raised solely by his grandfather. Seeing Lin Feng's college acceptance letter, the old man sighed in relief and passed from exhaustion. He bequeathed enough savings for tuition—a small fortune in their village—sacrificing his health for it.

In university, Lin Feng toiled relentlessly, earning top scholarships each time. He aimed to forge his own path, honoring his grandfather's hopes. Yet he learned that diligence meant little in an age ruled by family connections.

In his final-year internship, a lavish party unfolded at a hotel. A spoiled rich heir got a female intern drunk, and guests slipped away discreetly. Realizing the peril, Lin Feng intervened to halt it.

Ultimately, four years of sweat ended in ruin. Expelled for allegedly assaulting his female classmate, the accusation stuck with her direct testimony as ironclad proof.

His good intentions backfired cruelly. The girl he saved and the rich brat sued him. Lacking funds or backing, Lin Feng couldn't counter the witnesses and evidence. His doom was sealed: eight to ten years behind bars, cast adrift from society.

Spotting the rich heir and girl entwined lovingly in an Audi, Lin Feng hijacked another vehicle, grinning as he rammed it. He dimly recalls their terrified, sordid faces, mirrors of this rotten world's filth.

In his prior life, no ties held him back. Thus, crossing worlds didn't depress him. What gnawed was inhabiting a wastrel young master with a pathetic spirit.

This Lin Young Master, namesake to him, was an outer disciple of Yun Hai Sect. Bullied relentlessly by his cousin, beaten to near-death, he was finally ousted. Half-dead, he gave Lin Feng the chance to possess him.

“With this new lease on life, I'll ensure no repeat of the nightmare,” Lin Feng vowed, lying on his bed, fists clenched tight. To the fading original soul, he added, “Rest easy. From here on, you're me, and I'm you. No more bullying for me.”

Having merged most of the original “Lin Feng's” soul, he grasped this world's harsh truths. Strength reigns supreme. With enough power, even emperors kneel before you.

Those pursuing the Martial Dao need superior talent, unyielding resolve, and iron will. The old “Lin Feng” lacked grit, but now? This Lin Feng cheated death, crossed worlds, endured agony—his determination far surpasses the original.

As if sensing his iron will, the remnant soul ebbed away, finally blending seamlessly with his own.

“Hong!” Soul fusion hit like thunder, stunning Lin Feng into oblivion.

Time flowed on until Lin Feng's eyes reopened. His brows furrowed faintly as he probed the pulsing soul.

He sat up, shifting his mind. Instantly, a shadowy aura unfurled. Shadows enveloped him in that moment.

“Did you hear? That trash Lin Feng still hasn't woken. Probably dying soon.”

“Ha, better if scum like him croaks quick. He disgraces the Lin Family.”

Voices from afar reached Lin Feng clearly, sparking no rage—only odd surprise. Distant chatter now rang sharp in his ears. He caught every sound for hundreds of meters around.

Better yet, his sight sharpened, senses heightened. Suddenly, the once-foggy Martial path crystallized.

Intent stirred again, summoning a tiny snake spirit behind him. Coiled tight, this ridiculed trash spirit—unknown breed—stagnated his growth.

“Twin Spirit!”

Lin Feng ignored the snake now, face etched in shock. A smile bloomed slowly. Yes—the shadowy mist was a fresh awakening. Shadow type unknown, but paired with the snake, he held two spirits.

Born with dual spirits marks one as twin-spirited. On the continent, dual cultivators are hailed geniuses. The scorned trash now boasted twin spirits.

“Dark spirit it is, for now,” Lin Feng grinned faintly. Soul fusion birthed this; two souls, two spirits—logical. It boosted his physique, it seemed.

Eyes shut, Lin Feng meditated. Heaven and earth's essence streamed into his body, vitalizing flesh and spirits.

Two hours passed. Lin Feng ceased, expelling milky foul qi from his nostrils. Refreshment surged; aches vanished, body light as air.

“Warrior cultivation—truly wondrous,” Lin Feng marveled, eyeing his fist. A flex unleashed crackling vigor.

Cultivation sped beyond memories. Exiting his room, a vast courtyard greeted him, lined with wooden stakes and stone pillars for training.

Before the pillars, Lin Feng unleashed “Nine Heavy Waves.” Winds howled, slicing air. Space warped under relentless waves.

“Ha!”

Lin Feng roared then, waist and core exploding forward. A comet-punch slammed the pillar amid thunderous boom. It shattered into dust clouds, littering the ground.

Force lingered, blasting waves that boomed and rippled air. Two meters off, another pillar cracked under the onslaught.

“Over 6000 jin in that strike,” Lin Feng nodded, pleased. Peak power restored, Qi at fifth layer. Even “Nine Heavy Waves” advanced—from five to six waves. Qi infusion yielded 6000 jin.

“Dark spirit amps vision, hearing, speed, and insight too,” Lin Feng beamed. Trash label stemmed from snake and dull wits. Peers hit sixth Qi Layer or beyond; he lagged at fifth. Poor grasp stalled him at five waves on one skill, earning mocks.

Now, dark spirit erased those hurdles.

Boosting every martial facet, this dark spirit is anything but ordinary.