Simplified Panel [Requesting Recommendation Votes]

Su Yang opened his eyes with difficulty.

The roof was low and smelled musty, made of wooden beams. Beneath it was a hard, uncomfortable straw-covered bed.

The air was filled with a mixture of sweat, foot odor, and musty smells.

He struggled to get up, but his mouth twitched. His bones felt like they were being disassembled and put back together, and his chest and back burned with pain whenever he breathed.

"Where am I?!"

He remembered that he was a food deliveryman in the 21st century, whose wages were deducted by the station manager and the finance manager, and who finally jumped from the seventh floor by grabbing their ties... How did he end up in this godforsaken place when he opened his eyes?

Just then.

Memories belonging to another person flooded his mind like a tidal wave, the sheer volume of information leaving him momentarily stunned.

After a long while, Su Yang suddenly sat up, ignoring his wounds, his eyes filled with unbelievable joy and shock!

"The twelfth year of the Daye era of the Sui Dynasty? The Wagang Army? Du Fuwei of the Jianghuai Army? Flying Horse Ranch, Jingling Duba Manor!"

"I... I actually transmigrated into the world of 'Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty'?!"

As a seasoned martial arts enthusiast, he was all too aware of the weight of this world!

The Longevity Manual, the War God's Record, the Heavenly Demon Strategy, the Compassionate Sword Manual... These legendary supreme martial arts, capable of shattering the void, actually exist!

Leaping across rooftops, settling scores with gusto, beauties and empires, even... immortality?!

The frustration and resentment from his past life were instantly washed away by this overwhelming joy!

Isn't this the world he's always dreamed of?

However, the memories that followed were a bucket of cold water poured on him.

The original owner was also named Su Yang, and was the young master of the "Baicaoquan Winery" in Jingling City. After his father mysteriously disappeared, the winery was forcibly seized by Peng Lianghui with a promissory note. The steward took him away from Jingling and they got separated. He was eventually sold by human traffickers to Huang Shiyun's mansion in the west of the city as a slave, becoming the lowest-ranking sweeper.

Yesterday, the little bit of silver that the original owner had painstakingly saved was stolen by his roommate, Chen Le. After an argument, Chen Le colluded with the steward, Fei Jianhua, and dragged him to the backyard for "disrespecting the steward," where he was severely beaten and died.

Su Yang frowned as he thought about his situation.

There is indeed a path to heaven in this world, but I am just an ant crawling at the bottom of the mud.

Forget about those legendary martial arts manuals, he's not even qualified to touch the most basic fist and foot techniques right now, and he might even be crushed like a bug by scoundrels like Chen Le and Fei Jianhua at any time.

"etc……"

Su Yang suddenly remembered something, and his heart skipped a beat.

According to the usual tropes, shouldn't time travelers all have... perks?

Where's my golden thigh?!

He immediately held his breath and tried to call out to the system, the control panel, the old man in his mind... However, all that responded to him was the stinging pain of his wound and the deathly silence of the shabby room.

A strong sense of disparity welled up inside me.

Holding a treasure map, yet trapped in a desperate prison, dreaming of roaming the world with a sword, but in reality, unable to even hold a broom.

"Damn it..."

Su Yang spat, which aggravated his wound, causing him to grimace in pain. However, the ruthlessness honed from his two lifetimes burned like wildfire deep within his eyes.

Damn you, God! You showed me the view from the mountaintop, but then threw me into the valley.

Row!

Even without a cheat code, there's still the foresight to know the plot!

Even if it means gnawing with your teeth or crawling with your hands, you must find a way to tear a path out of this hell!

.......

As night deepened, the dull sound of a wooden clapper echoed from the lower rooms.

"Is it time for dinner?!"

"Let's eat first!"

Su Yang felt his stomach growl instantly. He endured the burning pain from his back wound and the searing hunger in his stomach, and slowly made his way towards the courtyard where he remembered the lowly servants were given meals.

Inside the dilapidated, drafty food shed, servants in coarse cloth clothes and maids whispering among themselves were crammed together.

The aroma of food and laughter wafted from the nearby special house, while inside the canteen, there was only the smell of spoilage and the numb sound of chewing.

When it was Su Yang's turn, the cook indifferently scooped up a spoonful of greasy porridge and slammed it into his broken bowl with a cold, hard black bran bun.

He took the bowl and walked to a corner, sitting down against a pillar. The wound on his back throbbed with excruciating pain. Looking at the greasy porridge in the bowl and the coarse wheat bran bun in his hand, it was nothing like the braised pork trotters he had delivered before. It was hard to swallow, but the spasms in his stomach and the strong will to survive in his mind overwhelmed everything.

"We have to eat! Survival comes first!"

He took a deep breath, as if he were not eating, but preparing for a battle.

He picked up the bowl, ignoring the heat, and gulped down the bland, tasteless porridge, then gnawed hard on the cornbread. The rough food slid down his throat, causing a slight pain, but it truly filled his empty stomach.

Just as he finished the last mouthful of porridge and felt the slight warmth of the food settling into his stomach—

hum!

His vision suddenly blurred! An ancient, simple, semi-transparent panel, gleaming with a faint light, unfolded in his mind without warning:

The greatest truths are the simplest.

[Su Yang]

Martial Arts/Skills: None

[Simplified point: 0.1]

"This is……?!"

Su Yang was struck dumb, frozen in place, even his breathing stopped.

An immense joy erupted from the depths of his heart like magma, making his scalp tingle and even temporarily overshadowing the burning pain in his back!

coming!

It's really coming!

The destiny of time travelers, the ladder to defy fate!

Although the 0.1 points were pitifully small and the panel was so simple that it only had four lines of text, it was like a crack suddenly torn open in the endless night, connecting to heaven!

"The simplification point +0.1... is it because I ate something?"

Having experienced the information explosion era, Su Yang's thoughts raced after the initial shock, instantly grasping the most crucial logical chain: eating → gaining simplification points → simplifying or strengthening martial arts!

"By the way... 'The simplest truths are the most profound'..."

He pondered these four words repeatedly, and a clear blueprint that sent shivers down his spine suddenly appeared in his mind:

If... if I could obtain the most basic martial arts, even just a few moves, could I use this 'simplified' technique to make it as easy as eating and drinking to learn?

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping once more over the servants who were still chewing numbly, and over the suffocatingly dilapidated shed.

Nothing has changed, yet everything is different.

"First, survive. Second, obtain the cultivation techniques. Third, create as many simplified versions as possible... the more the better! Let them become my ladder to the pinnacle of martial arts!"

The chilling despair had faded, and a fiery flame, a mixture of ambition and composure, silently ignited in the deepest recesses of Su Yang's eyes.

.........

Su Yang, carrying the secret thrill brought on by that 0.1 simplification point, suppressed his pain and moved back to the servants' quarters with the numb crowd.

The air was thick with the smells of sweat and mildew.

Seven or eight people were already lying on the communal bed, whispering among themselves.

Su Yang silently walked to his corner seat at the end of the kang (a heated brick bed). To his left was Chen Le, who had already returned, and was now talking animatedly with Zhao Si beside him.

Su Yang carefully lay face down—his back injury prevented him from lying on his back. The hateful voice on his left immediately found him, like a fly drawn to the smell of fish.

"Yo!"

Chen Le nudged Zhao Si beside him with his elbow, deliberately raising his voice so that it sounded particularly jarring in the shabby room: "Our 'great hero' is back? Did you all see him? This is what they call 'ignoring the elders' – you'll regret it!' He dared to ignore Steward Fei's words; if we don't discipline him, what are we going to do?"

He emphasized the words "Manager Fei" and "family law" with great intensity, his expression full of schadenfreude.

In an instant, all the eyes of the servants who were still awake turned towards them.

Under the intense gaze of those on him, Su Yang slowly turned his head, his gaze calmly landing on Chen Le's face, which was contorted with smugness. His voice was not loud, but each word was clear: "You're right, this is how it ends. However, it's not up to a lowly servant like you to point fingers!"

"you!"

The smug look on Chen Le's face froze instantly.

He didn't expect that Su Yang, after being beaten so badly, would still dare to talk back, and so sharply at that!

The expected cowering and pleading did not occur. Instead, this calm response left him momentarily speechless. Continuing to argue would only make him look like a clown.

"Hmph! Stubborn to the end!"

Chen Le gave a mocking laugh, his expression fierce but his heart pounding, and abruptly turned his head away, but he couldn't hide the hint of panic in his eyes.

The murmurs around them subsided, and the gazes shifted away, but this time, there was less disdain and more surprise and doubt.

Su Yang buried his face in the rough straw mat.

In the darkness, his eyes were sharp as knives; his target was the martial world!

What we need to do now is survive, simplify things, and find martial arts manuals!

Chen Le, that fly, will be swatted away when I'm strong enough!