After I Am died, You Tell Me This Is A Life Simulation? Chapter 8 - Deep Blue, Add the Point for Me!

Chapter 8: Deep Blue, Add the Point for !

The night passed.

Fang Han woke early and changed into his newly borrowed clothes—plain linen, ill-fitting and short, but he didn’t mind.

He stepped out to bid farewell to Village Chief Li and Li Ergou.

The two walked him to the edge of the village, and their departure stirred the whole village. Many villagers ca to see him off after hearing that the kind-hearted doctor from yesterday’s free clinic was leaving.

After bidding them all farewell, Fang Han smiled, turned around, and headed toward Linshui County.

Lijia Village was a small rural settlent near Linshui County, only ten to twenty li¹ away.

He departed at dawn and arrived just around noon, following the flow of traveling rchants and townsfolk into the county town.

Thanks to the Song Kingdom’s relatively open policies and thriving comrce, population movent was permitted, and residency checks were lax.

Technically, anyone who stayed in the county for a year or two could register their household there.

However, for soone like Fang Han—an undocunted “black household ² with no background or ID—it was more troubleso.

Even the average drifter had a traceable origin that the authorities could identify.

In his simulated life, this lack of identity had been a major obstacle—he couldn’t do many things and wasted a lot of ti just trying to survive.

But now, everything would be different!

Fang Han narrowed his eyes slightly and strode confidently into town.

One Month Later

In Linshui County, a small courtyard ho.

It wasn’t large, but it had a main room, a guest room, a kitchen, and a small open courtyard.

A modest ho, but complete in every way.

A young man stood sweeping the courtyard. He was tall and upright, with handso features. Though his hair was still short, it didn’t diminish his calm and elegant deanor—he looked part scholar, part wanderer.

Fang Han carefully finished cleaning and let out a long breath.

“Finally, a place I can call my own.”

He was satisfied.

The past month had been filled with errands—residency registration, earning money, buying a house—all done in one go.

No need for elaboration: thanks to his foresight and rich life experience, most tasks were handled smoothly.

Troubleso? Yes. But solvable.

After settling everything, he finally relaxed. He fetched water from the well, cleaned himself, and went inside to rest.

Two days of cleaning had taken a toll.

He slept through the night and into the next morning.

“Ahhh—this feels good!”

Stretching lazily, Fang Han felt fully refreshed. After a month of nonstop toil, a proper night’s sleep was a blessing.

Now alert and energized, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began breathing exercises.

That faint trace of qi he sensed a month ago had steadily grown stronger.

Though busy, he had never neglected his practice. Today, at last, he sensed a breakthrough.

He adjusted his posture, syncing his breath with the rhythm of his qi and blood.

Omm—

The subtle qi condensed, gradually forming his first strand of inner power.

Fang Han focused and guided the qi along the simple route outlined in the “Health-Nourishing Technique.”

In fifteen minutes, he completed a small circulation cycle.

After twelve full cycles, the inner power stabilized.

Opening his eyes, he noticed there were no outward signs—no glowing aura or mystical steam.

Naturally. It was just a weak trace of inner qi. Being able to feel it was already a great achievent.

Legends told of masters whose breath glowed white and faces radiated red light while training, but that was for those with deep internal cultivation.

For now, Fang Han was rely at the beginning.

Still, the joy of cultivating real inner power, twenty years earlier than in the life simulation, was deeply satisfying.

So good!

Since overtraining the “Health-Nourishing Technique” wasn’t advisable, Fang Han stopped at the right ti.

He left the room, stepped into the courtyard, and began practicing the “Taizu Long Fist.”

This style emphasized wide, powerful movents, each form brimming with force and internal strength.

After finishing the first routine, he picked up an iron sword and transitioned into “With-the-Wind Swordplay.”

In contrast to the bold and vigorous Long Fist, this sword technique was graceful and fluid, like moving with the wind, full of agility and variation.

After completing both routines, he was drenched in sweat, but his face glowed with vitality.

He drew a bucket of water, washed up, changed clothes, ate sothing simple, and returned to his room to ditate.

[Martial Skills] (Beginner):

“Health-Nourishing Technique” (Perfected)

“With-the-Wind Swordplay” (Advanced)

“Taizu Long Fist” (Interdiate)

[Spiritual Essence]: [1/1].

He had held onto that Spiritual Essence for a whole month—not out of reluctance, but prudence.

The martial level shown on the attribute panel wasn’t just a video ga-style number.

Even if sothing was said “Interdiate” or “Advanced,” that didn’t an he could instantly perform at that level.

Whether it was external styles like “Long Fist” and “Swordplay,” or internal techniques like “Health-Nourishing Technique,” he still had to retrain them all.

For external martial arts, the challenge was mostly physical.

In the simulation, Fang Han had trained these styles for half a lifeti. His old body had adapted to the forms, his muscles and reflexes refined.

But in reality, he was starting from scratch—freshly transmigrated into a young body, one that hadn’t trained at all. How could he properly execute these skills?

Even with a deep understanding, his physical condition would limit him from achieving the expected level of mastery.

Sa for the “Health-Nourishing Technique.”

The body of his simulated self, honed over decades of training, was worlds apart from his current one.

Even with prior knowledge, he had to rebuild from the ground up, starting from sensing qi, to growing it, until finally producing inner power today.

So, the panel’s ranks reflected his experience, not his body’s readiness.

With this in mind, he couldn’t risk spending his Spiritual Essence blindly.

One possibility was that it simply boosted his understanding, in which case, earlier was better.

But the more dangerous possibility? That it upgraded both mind and body at once!

If so, it was essential to get his body into the best possible state beforehand.

Internal cultivation required precise bodily control. If his condition was unstable, he might injure himself.

So, Fang Han had spent this past month adjusting everything, ensuring he was fully prepared.

That’s why, today, his martial arts panel shows the tag “Beginner.” It ant he had finally set foot on the proper martial path.

And now, it was ti to harvest the results.

Or more accurately—

Ti to cheat!

Fang Han grinned.

“Deep Blue! Add the point for !”

Footnotes:Li (里)– A traditional Chinese unit of distance, approximately 500 ters.Black household (黑户, hēi hù)– A term used for individuals without legal household registration in China, aning they lack official identity and access to many public services.