Transmigration: I, the Dragon Overlord, start by protecting my beautiful bride!

"Hey, sir, look who's that?" Suddenly, Jiang Beichuan glanced over and saw a man dressed in black, moving swiftly, who seemed to have some martial arts skills, following behind the group of thieves.

"I don't know." Long Aotian shook his head and immediately said, "Let's go, let's chase after them and take a look."

"Okay, I understand." Upon hearing this, Jiang Beichuan immediately used his lightness skill, performing a beautiful somersault, and flipped directly onto the roof.

"Damn it..." Long Aotian looked at Beichuan, who was as light as a swallow, and immediately cursed the national treasure.

For some reason, after transmigrating and using Shen Congxin's body, his physical strength was indeed much better than before.

The previous Long Aotian was just a fake. Although he had some money and a gym membership, he only went to the gym sporadically.

It's just that he was naturally thin; otherwise, with his habit of eating takeout every day, staying up until three or four in the morning, and having his phone charging cable right next to him but being too lazy to get up and plug it in, he would have become a dead fat otaku long ago!

After switching to Shen Congxin's body, even doing push-ups, which he couldn't do ten of before, he can now easily do fifty in a row, as if it were a piece of cake.

The only thing he truly couldn't do was light-footed skill. Sometimes he even wondered if Jiang Beichuan was lying to him, that he was actually from the moon, otherwise how could he possibly perform those light-footed movements that defied gravity?

"Ouch, huff huff huff..." Long Aotian panted heavily as he followed Jiang Beichuan behind a wall, complaining, "This is really exhausting..."

“Come on, sir, let me pull you up.” Jiang Beichuan reached out from the roof and easily pulled Long Aotian up onto the roof.

"Let's go, sir." After pulling Long Aotian up, Jiang Beichuan immediately stood up, preparing to continue chasing after them.

Long Aotian, already half-dead, waved his hand and slumped on the roof, saying, "Let's not chase them anymore, let's just wait here for them to return to their base camp..."

"Well, that's fine too." Seeing this, Long Aotian had no choice but to stop for the time being.

"By the way, Beichuan, who did you learn your kung fu from?" Long Aotian asked curiously.

“I learned from my master since I was a child,” Jiang Beichuan answered truthfully. “But rather than a master, he’s more like my father.”

"I see." Long Aotian nodded thoughtfully. "Then can you teach me? Or, how can I learn this skill?"

"what?"

Jiang Beichuan was taken aback by his words, clearly not expecting him to say such a thing.

"What's wrong? Is your martial arts a family secret? Or is it that your master has ordered that it cannot be passed on to outsiders?" Long Aotian said, "If that's the case, then I won't force you."

“It’s not like that…” Jiang Beichuan hesitated before saying, “It’s just that, sir, don’t you know martial arts…”

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Long Aotian instantly sat up, looking at him with disbelief. "Me...can I?"

“Yes.” Kitagawa nodded and answered very solemnly, “When I first came to our Zhenye Division, I heard from several other chief inspectors that you used to serve in the army and even went to the battlefield!”

Long Aotian thought to himself, "It's over. Why can't I remember this memory?"

He immediately raised his hand to interrupt Jiang Beichuan, and then fell into his memories.

But this memory is like a key that seals a forbidden door; as soon as he thinks about it, he immediately gets an unbearable headache.

His mind was blank, filled with the sounds of figures moving about, horses neighing, and swords clashing violently—sounds he knew very well, but he just couldn't remember them…

A moment later, Long Aotian clutched his throbbing head, his breathing becoming rapid, looking like he was in great pain.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Upon seeing this, Jiang Beichuan immediately stepped forward and took his wrist.

"I'm fine," Long Aotian said, forcing a smile. "Beichuan, don't tell anyone about what happened today, okay?"

"No problem, of course no problem." Jiang Beichuan nodded hurriedly and agreed.

"By the way, could you tell me more about the details of this martial art?"

“Of course.” Jiang Beichuan didn’t know what had happened, but since Shen Congxin had said so, he just had to do as she said.

“In the Celestial Empire, those who practice martial arts are generally called martial artists,” Kitagawa said slowly. “There are many schools of martial arts, but in reality, there is no distinction between high and low, noble and lowly, only a distinction of rank.”

"Martial artists are divided into nine ranks, from one to nine. The more skilled one is, the higher their rank. The ninth rank is extremely rare. Legend has it that a ninth-rank martial artist is enough to withstand an army of thousands!"

"A massive army?" Long Aotian's eyes lit up immediately.

"Yes, for example, our Heavenly Dynasty's General Xiang Yu was one of the few martial artists in the world who could reach the ninth rank!" As he said this, Jiang Beichuan's eyes shone, filled with respect.

Long Aotian was also surprised, but he didn't recognize this Xiang Yu. He was surprised that there was someone here with the same name as the King of Chu.

"What if we go even higher? Is there anything else?" Long Aotian asked curiously.

"Further up?" Kitagawa replied in a deep voice, "Of course there are. My master said that martial artists who reach the ninth rank usually need to break through once, but I don't know exactly what that breakthrough is..."

"But if you succeed in breaking through, you can leap to the Grandmaster realm!" he said. "Entering the Grandmaster realm means entering a realm unmatched in the world, which is extremely powerful."

Long Aotian nodded, his determination to learn martial arts growing stronger.

As a man who grew up reading martial arts novels by Gu Long and Jin Yong, how could he not dream of possessing martial arts skills and, like the heroes in their stories, living a life of chivalry and adventure?

"So, Beichuan, what realm are you at now?" Long Aotian asked excitedly.

"Me?" Jiang Beichuan scratched his head a little embarrassedly and replied, "Sir, I can only be considered a second-grade martial artist now."

"Then, what about your master?" Long Aotian asked again.

"A third-rank martial artist."

How old is your master this year?

"In reply to your question, my master is already in his fifties."

Long Aotian counted on his fingers, and his heart sank. The age of knowing one's destiny—that meant he was already fifty! At fifty, he was only a third-rank martial artist; to reach the Grandmaster realm, wouldn't he need to cultivate for several hundred more years?!

According to Shen Congxin's memory, he was seven years younger than Long Aotian. In the real world, Long Aotian was already middle-aged, thirty-five years old.

Shen Congxin is mature beyond his years, looking like he's in his thirties, but he's actually only twenty-eight.

Jiang Beichuan seemed to be under twenty, not yet of age, and probably eight or nine years younger than him, yet he was already a second-rank martial artist.

"So it seems that you, Kitagawa, are more talented than your master," Long Aotian suddenly realized.

"Well, you could say that." Jiang Beichuan nodded, but there was no joy on his face. "My master once said that his aptitude was not good enough. Even if he practiced hard for thirty years, he would only advance to the first rank in ten years."

“But…” he clenched his fist and said, “In fact, the path of martial arts, or any other path, is always built by those who stand on the shoulders of their predecessors to reach a higher level. Even if someone is born with extraordinary talent, if they don’t encounter a good master, they will still waste their talent.” After saying that, he looked at Long Aotian with a firm gaze and said, “Sir, do you think I’m right?”

Long Aotian knew that the child was sensible, so he immediately patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Of course you are right. You have the martial arts skills you have today, not only because of your talent, but also because of your master. He is a respectable person."

"Yes, sir, I think the same way." Kitagawa smiled when he heard that Long Aotian agreed with his point of view.

Long Aotian was quite emotional. Perhaps because he had been poisoned by a lot of mindless wish-fulfillment novels in the real world, he had just thought that he could soar to the sky and directly step into the realm of Grandmaster.

But after hearing Kitagawa's words, he realized one thing: fictional works will always be fictional. No matter how exciting or dazzling their content is, it can never be connected with real life...