After Transmigration, I Traded a Coin for a Peerless Wife and Conquered the Chaotic World - Chapter 3:

Chapter 3: Add Points! 3rd-Grade Martial Artist!

As soon as she heard that, He Caiwei hurriedly shook her head and said, “Not at all, not at all. Compared to what I’ve been through lately, this is already more than enough.” She smiled gently and added, “Dear husband, you must be hungry, right? I’ll go cook right away!”

With that, He Caiwei rolled up her sleeves and headed toward the kitchen. At this moment, she was eager to prove her usefulness to this household and show that she wasn’t a burden. The hardships she’d endured had already stripped her of the reserved demeanor of a daughter from a scholarly aristocratic family, and her actions were now orderly and efficient.

Lin Feng said, “Dear wife, you’ve had a long and tiring journey. Let me do it instead!” But just as he stepped into the kitchen, He Caiwei pushed him back out and said, “Go rest. How could a husband be the one to cook?”

Watching He Caiwei busily working, Lin Feng couldn’t help but smile. He said, “Since that’s the case, dear wife, I’ll go train now!” After standing there for a moment, he finally remembered his main task and walked toward the back mountain…

After studying it for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Lin Feng finally figured out how the system’s add point function worked. Considering he would be heading to the battlefield in a month, that was definitely not good news for someone like him with weak combat power.

After thinking it over, he said to the system, “System, add 1,000 points to combat power.”

[Combat power +1000. Congratulations, host has reached 1st-grade martial artist.]

In an instant, a surge of strength flooded into Lin Feng’s dantian, then began to circulate throughout his limbs and bones.

“Only 1,000 points and I’ve reached 1st-grade martial artist? If I put all 100,000 points into combat power, wouldn’t I just soar to the heavens?”

As if detecting his thoughts, the system’s voice rang out.

[System reminder: 100,000 Slaughter Points can only raise host’s combat power to 4th-grade martial artist. It is recommended that the host allocate points evenly.]

The system’s words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly sobering him. “So it takes 100,000 Slaughter Points just to reach 4th-grade martial artist… looks like I’ll have to work hard and kill more enemies.”

In the cultivation path, combat power is ranked from 1st to 9th-grade martial artist. Beyond that, one advances to Martial Master, Grandmaster, Martial King, Martial Emperor, and then to Earthly Immortal.

Take the commander of Yan Pass, Pan Feng for example—he commanded an entire city’s troops and was only a 6th-grade martial artist. That alone showed how difficult the cultivation path was, with each realm separated by a chasm nearly impossible to cross.

After thinking for a while, Lin Feng used 60,000 Slaughter Points to raise his combat power to 3rd-grade martial artist, putting him on par with Decurion Wang Erhu. That way, he’d at least be able to protect himself on the battlefield.

He distributed the remaining Slaughter Points evenly to comprehension, physique, and martial technique proficiency.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Combat Power: 3rd-grade martial artist]

[Comprehension: Yellow Rank]

[Physique: Iron Bones]

[Martial Technique: Heaven-Slaughter Blade Technique (Proficiency: Beginner)]

[Slaughter Points: 0]

After closing the system panel, Lin Feng drew his long blade, gathered strength, and slashed at a tree thick enough for two people to encircle.

“Swish!” A sharp flash of blade light cut across the trunk. With a crisp crack, the tree was cleanly severed.

Had someone been nearby, they would’ve seen the cut on the stump was smooth like a mirror, clearly showing the terrifying power of that slash.

“In this world of great chaos, with such a heaven-defying system, I, Lin Feng, am destined to leave a bold and glorious mark in the annals of history!”

After practicing the blade for another half an hour, Lin Feng finally sheathed his weapon and returned home.

Though He Caiwei was born into a scholarly aristocratic family, she still knew her way around the kitchen. By the time Lin Feng returned, a pot of rice porridge and two plates of delicate side dishes were already laid out on the stone table in the courtyard.

He Caiwei said, “Dear husband, you’re just in time. Go wash up and eat!” Lin Feng replied, “Alright!”

After washing up, Lin Feng sat at the table and took a bowl of porridge. Before even tasting it, the fragrant aroma filled his nose, making him feel refreshed. One spoonful of porridge followed by a bite of the stir-fried vegetables—his taste buds were in bliss.

He Caiwei asked, her voice tinged with nervousness, “Dear husband, does the food suit your taste?”

Lin Feng said, “The dishes you made are delicious. I’ll have three more bowls!” Hearing his praise, He Caiwei quietly let out a sigh of relief and began sipping her porridge in small bites.

Suddenly, a strand of hair slipped over He Caiwei’s forehead. She was about to reach for it, but a large hand gently lifted it first and tucked it behind her ear.

Their eyes met, and her cheeks instantly flushed a deep red, delicate and alluring. In that moment, she felt as if a string in her heart had been plucked.

Slowly, she closed her eyes, and her breathing grew heavier.

Looking at her enticing lips, it would’ve been strange if Lin Feng could hold himself back.

But just then, a mocking voice suddenly rang out, “Yo~ Lin Feng, doing something like this out in the open? No shame, huh?”

“Ah?!” He Caiwei was startled by the sudden voice and instinctively hid behind Lin Feng. Looking closely, she saw that three burly men had entered the courtyard at some point. They wore simple clothes, and judging by their builds, they were clearly from the army.

Lin Feng gently patted her arm and said softly, “Don’t be afraid, dear wife. Go inside. I’ll handle this.” He Caiwei whispered with a trembling voice, “Be careful, dear husband…” then turned and headed into the bedroom.

Though she felt uncertain inside, she somehow believed this man would protect her with his life.

“Tsk tsk tsk! That little lady’s pretty spicy. No wonder you took her away.”

“Psh, what do you know? This is called ‘to die under a peony blossom, even as a ghost you’ll still be romantic!’”

“Lin Feng, we’re all brothers in the army. If you’ve got something good, you can’t just keep it to yourself. You had your fun—shouldn’t we get a turn too?”

“Brother Song makes a good point!”

“Hahahaha!”

Once He Caiwei went inside, Lin Feng finally turned his gaze to the leader and sneered, “Song Chun, my wife is mine alone. There’s no sharing. But you… the only reason you’ve survived under Wang Erhu’s protection is probably because your wife worked hard behind the scenes, right?”

The fact that Song Chun had given his wife to Wang Erhu was already an open secret in the army. But no one dared to mock him because of Wang Erhu’s power.

Yet now, Lin Feng—just a Grade C soldier—had said it to Song Chun’s face. It was no different from spitting in his face.

It didn’t cause much physical harm, but the insult hit deep.

Even the two men beside Song Chun were stunned. They never expected Lin Feng to be so bold. Had he been kicked in the head by a donkey?

“Bastard! I’m going to kill you!” Furious, Song Chun roared and drew the long blade at his waist, charging toward Lin Feng with a howl.