“Wu Yi, how dare you!” Prince Andong, Long Yan, pointed at the seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth, shouting angrily. His voice echoed through the entire Golden Luan Hall. “Yesterday at the Drunken Immortal Restaurant, you not only flirted with the Ninth Princess with wicked intentions, but even dared to suggest the Empress serve you too, saying you wanted a dragon to play with two phoenixes?”
“You are utterly lawless, disrespecting the imperial family and challenging imperial authority. Your crime is beyond redemption! Even if you are the grandson of the Duke of Dingguo, you must be punished today!”
Wu Yi suddenly woke up with a jolt!
In front of him stood a middle-aged man in luxurious robes, glaring furiously, spittle flying as he shouted.
What the hell is going on?
But without even thinking for more than a split second, Wu Yi immediately fought back, “The hell you yelling for, nearly scared me to death.”
“If you’re sick, go to a vet. Don’t bark at me like a dog.”
Prince Andong, “?”
Wu Yi had always followed one belief—
Forgive everything before sleep. Destroy the world when you wake up!
He was never someone who suffered losses. No matter who it was, curse first, talk later.
After all, in the game world, he was the champion of the Parental Defense War, top of the Ancestral Hall Leaderboard. Who could insult him?
As soon as Wu Yi said those words, the entire court went silent—you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stared in disbelief.
“What the hell…”
“Has this brat gone mad? He dared to curse Prince Andong? That’s a royal family member!”
“That’s nothing! Think about it—he dared to flirt with the Ninth Princess yesterday and even tried to get the Empress involved…”
A middle-aged man beside them in golden armor shouted harshly, “You rebellious son, stop your nonsense! Apologize to His Highness at once!”
Wu Yi, still dazed, blurted out without thinking, “He scolded me first. Why should I apologize?”
“A fine horse carries a fool, and you’re clearly a bastard riding it.”
Hearing the brat’s slick mouth, Duke Wu An’s eyes widened as he roared, “I’m your father!”
Wu Yi burst out laughing in anger. He was the kind of person who lashed out when provoked—anyone who approached him would get pricked.
“Stop screaming at me.”
“A bat with chicken feathers still isn’t a bird. Who the hell do you think you are?”
“My father? I say I’m your father!”
Duke Wu An, “???”
As soon as those words left his mouth, the civil and military officials burst into laughter.
“Hahaha! This brat just cursed his own father? What a little rebel!”
“Looks like the idiot really was beaten senseless by the Ninth Princess yesterday.”
Prince Andong, Long Yan, narrowed his eyes at Wu Yi, and killing intent surged. “You have guts! Even dare to insult me?”
He turned to Duke Wu An and shouted, “Duke Zhenbei, look at the fine son you’ve raised!”
“Insulting a prince is an even greater crime.”
“I’ll be watching closely to see how you explain this to the Empress!”
With that, Long Yan flung his sleeve and stormed out of the court with a cold snort, his face livid.
Wu Yi suddenly realized something very serious.
Something was wrong.
This level of realism… wasn’t a dream.
He might have… transmigrated!
He looked awkwardly at Duke Wu An and said, “Um… you’re my father, right?”
“I know you’re upset, but please calm down. Let’s just pause for a moment, okay~”
As he spoke, Wu Yi closed his eyes again. As expected, a flood of chaotic memories surged into his mind.
He realized something terrible.
He really had transmigrated.
It happened in that exact moment earlier. He had seamlessly replaced his other self in this world and even copied all his cultivation and memories.
“Transmigration with benefits—at least I’m not just a substitute.”
As for the original owner, he had been killed by sinister and underhanded means.
This world was called the Yuanwu Continent, a fantastical land where everyone practiced martial arts, and strength ruled supreme. Empires stood tall, and only the strong were respected.
The original body’s identity was excellent—he was the heir of the Duke of Dingguo.
Other than princes, he was the most elite of second generations.
His father, Duke Wu An, was titled Duke Zhenbei and commanded 500,000 troops guarding the northern borders.
His grandfather was even more legendary—a war hero who helped the former emperor suppress rebellion and repel invaders, earning the title Duke of Dingguo.
Martial Emperor Wu Yuan, unmatched in power, spent a lifetime on the battlefield, covered in glory.
[PS—Martial cultivators are ranked across 9 major realms: Martial Novice, Martial Disciple, Martial Master, Martial General, Martial Commander, Martial Sect, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Sovereign]
[Each realm has 9 levels.]
In this strength-based world, although the original body was lazy, unmotivated, and practically useless, he was still the grandson of the Duke of Dingguo and the son of the Duke of Zhenbei.
In the Longhua Empire, he could still strut around as he pleased, enjoying a life of luxury.
But fate had other plans!
The original owner only wanted to eat, drink, and waste away his life, yet others insisted on plotting his death.
Just yesterday, he was framed by the Prime Minister’s grandson, Xu Yangshuo.
He had used some evil method to control his mind and made him flirt with the Ninth Princess in public, acting out of line and disrespectfully.
It was all staged to make it seem like he got drunk and lost control.
Wasn’t that courting death?
As expected, the Ninth Princess nearly beat him to a pulp in a rage.
If his sister-in-law hadn’t arrived in time to save him, he’d probably be in his grave already.
Digesting these memories, Wu Yi cursed in his heart.
“Offending the royal authority and disrespecting the royal family…”
“With the Empress’s temperament, even if I’m the grandson of Duke Dingguo, I’ll be dead for sure!”
“And that Xu Yangshuo… damn you, trying to get me killed?”
[Ding~]
“…?”
“What was that sound?”
Just as Wu Yi was overwhelmed by this doomed beginning, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind—and he was overjoyed.
“A system?”
[Congratulations, host. You have awakened the Hammer King System. Reward: Hammer of Boundless Merit.]
[Hammer Heaven, Hammer Earth. Hammer fools, hammer the Empress. Hammer young ladies until their hearts flutter, hammer married women until their bodies tremble, hammer noblewomen until they can’t leave you, hammer old ladies until they sneak out to find men at night…]
“Stop the nonsense. Get to the point.”
[Alright, bro.]
[Hammer of Boundless Merit: Comes with ten hammers and ten abilities. Each use earns 1 Merit Point.]
[Merit Points can improve soul, physique, foundation, and cultivation.]
[First Hammer: Reversal of Heaven and Earth.]
[Effect: Inflicts soul shock on martial artists stronger than the host and continuously weakens their cultivation. (Forced effect, irresistible—even the Jade Emperor gets hammered.)]
[Second Hammer: Legacy of Wei Wu.]
“Hmm?” Wu Yi’s eyes lit up, and he chuckled darkly.
“This… how can I accept such generosity? Hahaha~”
[Trigger Condition: For any engaged or married woman with a score above 95, they can be marked as a ‘Pregnancy Treasure.’]
[Effect: The hammer boosts their favorability. If it exceeds 90, there’s a chance to birth sacred-grade techniques or weapons. It also generates a wisp of holy power for the host daily. (No simping. Just hammer.)]
“Hiss… this one’s great. I like this one.”
[Third Hammer: Turn Stone to Gold.]
[Effect: Everything in the world can be hammered. Upgrade effects and quality without limit. Trash to treasure. Treasure to divine artifact. Start with a hammer, make anything you want.]
[Fourth Hammer: Tempering into Steel.]
[Effect: Rapidly improves others’ cultivation, physique, foundation, and soul. Makes geniuses kneel in awe and beauties fall for you. The ultimate cheat for making allies and attracting women.]
[Fifth Hammer: Loading… Output disabled.]
“…”
“This system… is so damn shady.”
[Host, that’s not true.]
[Fish find fish. Shrimp find shrimp. Iron hammer smashes iron weights. Turtles find turtles. Whether the system is shady depends on the host. Just like what a horse sees depends on ‘run.’]
“You turtle bastard… you actually make sense.”
“Hahaha…”
…
As Wu Yi sat there with his eyes closed and looking composed, Duke Wu An frowned in thought.
Actually, he knew better than anyone.
Wu Yi had been framed yesterday by the Prime Minister’s grandson, Xu Yangshuo.
Though this rebellious son was usually spoiled and wild, earning the nickname ‘the turd-eating dog among the Wu family tigers,’ he still understood him.
His son, no matter how stupid, would never do something so reckless it could cost his head.
But the Ninth Princess was the beloved daughter of the Longhua Empire, deeply favored by the Empress.
She was also the fiancée of the Crown Prince of the Great Yan Empire—the future Crown Princess.
This offense had angered both empires at once.
Even if the Wu family had high status and great military power, they might not be able to protect him.
Duke Wu An closed his eyes and sighed inwardly, clenching his fists.
“When the Empress arrives at court later, she will definitely demand punishment.”
“But even if the sky falls today, I, as his father, will bear it all.”
“Our Wu family has always been loyal and courageous. This only heir—no one is allowed to kill him!”
At that moment, a commotion broke out in the court.
Wu Yi, having finished absorbing the system and memories, turned his head—and his pupils shrank. Killing intent surged.
The scumbag who framed him… had arrived!
Xu… Yang… Shuo.