I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland

The pale white plastic walls lack any luster.

The bright fluorescent lights made Rosen feel inexplicably irritated.

There seems to be no entrance or exit to this damn place.

The walls on all four sides are almost seamless.

If it were not for the visible border shadows on the walls, the sense of space would be distinguished.

He may even feel that this is an endless place.

There is only one bunk bed in the whole room.

And he was lying on the lower bed, wearing a clean blue and white striped hospital gown.

Breathe gently and you can smell the disinfectant.

"This is where?"

Rosen thought silently, but what his mind responded to was only chaos.

There are no answers and no memories of it.

"Rosen!"

"You should remember that!"

Suddenly, two thunderous sounds exploded in his ears.

Like the eternal bell echoing, and like the endless waves.

These two sounds shook Rosen's mind.

The weightless feeling of sinking into the deep sea reappeared.

The bed beneath him seemed to have turned into a bottomless quagmire.

Wrapped up in him, he fell, fell.

Fall into endless darkness.

…

Warm sunlight shines in from the mahogany window bars.

Large spots of light were left on the floor and bed inside the house.

One of them was reflected on Rosen's face.

Without warning, he suddenly opened his eyes while lying on the bed.

Except for his physical weakness, his mental state was normal.

Turning his eyes slightly, Rosen took a look at the interior layout.

There is an almanac hanging on the wall, which reads 679 in the Tianqing calendar and 1870 in the New calendar.

The text here looks square, but more complex than the Pan-Asian United font.

There was a clock placed on the table in the corner of the room, and its ticking sound echoed in the quiet room.

Other than that, there are only some wooden furniture and furnishings, and the overall look is antique.

Rosen's dusty storage bag was placed beside the bed.

He reached out and opened it and saw that everything inside was still there.

Taking out a tube of nutritional mixture, Rosen bit open the seal with his teeth, and then sucked on the mixture, which had a delicate texture but was far from delicious.

As soon as he took down a tube of nutritional mixture, he suddenly felt that he had regained some strength.

After spitting out the shriveled plastic tube, Rosen breathed a sigh of relief.

"This world is quite interesting."

"It should look like a retro world."

After recovering his thinking ability, he quickly understood his situation.

At the same time, he also recalled the hallucination scene after inhaling [Jet].

There is no doubt that he should have overcome the difficulty.

Otherwise, he would have no chance to see the warm sunlight again.

"Crunch~"

The thin sound of the door shaft turning appeared.

The wooden door was pushed open.

A large amount of sunlight pours into the room from outside the door.

Suddenly, the room became a little brighter.

"Yeah! You're awake!"

"Your head doesn't hurt, does it?"

A young girl wearing training clothes and covered in sweat walked in carelessly.

Just a few steps into the house, she ran out in a hurry.

Then there was a long and clear shout.

"Brother~"

"The benefactor is awake!"

Rosen narrowed his eyes slightly.

He remembered that this girl was the younger sister of the Zhang family.

The name seems to be Yuening?

Zhang Yuening is a name that sounds very comfortable.

The language and writing barriers between the two worlds were eliminated under the influence of that ancient key.

While he was thinking, Zhang Yuening ran back again.

Following closely behind were the elder brothers of the Zhang family.

At this time, Zhang Zhenyu's steps were slightly staggering, and he was wearing a plain white long coat.

Bandage marks can be seen on the shoulders.

"Benefactor, are you awake?"

"Very good!"

He looked excited. He entered the house and saw Rosen waking up, with a look of sincere joy on his face.

In response, Rosen just nodded calmly.

Before you understand the world, speaking less becomes the wisest choice.

Seeing that he just nodded, Zhang Zhenyu was not surprised.

"Yue Ning, go and ask Aunt Wang to prepare a bowl of porridge."

"Remember to add less supplements. My benefactor has just woken up and needs to eat something lighter."

Zhang Zhenyu sat on the bedside warmly, turned around and greeted his little sister.

"okay!"

Zhang Yuening turned around and left without stopping.

Seeing his little sister leaving, Zhang Zhenyu's expression changed. He stood up and came to the bed, then knelt down.

"Thank you benefactor for your life-saving grace!"

"Zhang Zhenyu, I will never forget it!"

"I didn't expect that the benefactor was actually a master of concentration."

"That Western spearmanship can really be said to hit wherever you point it out!"

Rosen silently captured the key words in his words.

There are many questions in my mind that I want to blurt out.

But in the end it just came together in one sentence.

"First...get up."

Zhang Zhenning quickly followed the instructions, and it was obvious that he was a rare upright person.

After kneeling down, the smile on his face became more sincere.

"I wonder what your benefactor's name is? Where does he live?"

"According to family law, three sheep should be slaughtered, hung with red satin, and firecrackers should be lit to express gratitude for saving someone's life."

Hearing this question, Rosen thought and immediately made a gesture of holding his forehead.

"I can't remember clearly."

He decided to pretend to have amnesia.

This lie is both a lie and not a lie.

Rosen's memory is indeed missing, but it's not in this world.

Amnesia can avoid many troubles and cover up some common sense mistakes.

He urgently needs a suitable entry point to know the situation of this world.

The Zhang brothers and sisters are obviously a good choice.

"this…"

"If my benefactor doesn't dislike me, I can stay at my Zhang Family Martial Arts School forever."

"As long as they don't leave Jinmengu, those thieves won't dare to act rashly."

When Rosen heard his invitation, he didn't put off much.

He just rubbed his temples lightly and agreed.

"good."

His answer was still concise and to the point.

However, Zhang Zhenyu, who was unsure of his character, did not dare to speak rashly.

After a moment of silence, Rosen decided to take the initiative.

He said in a slightly weak tone.

"Tell me about the current situation."

“The more detailed, the better.”

Zhang Zhenyu nodded, and after organizing his words for a while, he spoke.

…

It takes about one stick of incense.

The conversation came to an end when Zhang Yuening brought the porridge.

Rosen also had some understanding of the situation in this world.

The place he was in was a feudal imperial dynasty called Tianqing.

The geographical location and cultural type are similar to the Pan-Asian Union in the wasteland.

We are currently in an era of fusion of China and the West and turbulent dynasties.

This world holds extraordinary power.

Tianqing has left a lot of inheritance about martial arts and god refining.

Among them, martial arts that train the body outside are the mainstream. Because the god-refiners need strong spiritual talent, with the changes in the world and environment, the number is getting smaller and smaller, and the inheritance is gradually fading.

The ultimate in martial arts training can be called a martial arts master.

Those who refine their spiritual practice to the extreme are called immeasurable Yin gods.

Both have the ability to move mountains and seas, and can harness many incredible powers into themselves.

Even thousands of years ago, there was no shortage of strong men in this land who practiced both martial arts and god refining.

After cultivating to the extreme both internally and externally, you will become the legendary supreme power!

It can also be called the Supreme Yang God!

…

Let’s talk about the background of the different world.

Mainly those classic elements.

For example, Yangshen Martial Arts, Immortal Qin legends, and modern demonized backgrounds.

These are all classic second-generation elements, not the so-called borrowing from next door.

Because even my neighbor dare not say that he is completely original.

Just like in Western fantasy novels, there are generally lords, dragons, dwarves, magic, and a similar background of kingdom struggle.

The realm used in fairy tales, the tone of underworld cultivating immortals, various magic weapons and basic settings are also similar.

There are also books like Gaowu, Resurrection of Spiritual Energy, and the Fourth Natural Disaster, including Wasteland and Return of the Dragon King, all of which basically have similar settings and backgrounds.

There are not even 10,000 but also 8,000 such books. So who borrowed from whom?

It cannot be said that whoever uses it first belongs to whom. In essence, everyone is a second creation.

If the plot and tone are different, that's a different book.

For the several elements mentioned above, everyone searches for keywords on the web and searches a lot. How can there be so many absolutely original ones?

Books that can be cited as settings are basically at the level of the originator.

Just like "Yang Shen", "Infinite Terror", "Mortal Cultivation of Immortality" and so on.

There are countless second-generation books that follow the settings of these originators. Who dares to say that they are original?