After I Am died, You Tell Me This Is A Life Simulation?
Chapter 4 - Subtle Qi, the Beginning of Martial Arts!

Chapter 4: Subtle Qi, the Beginning of Martial Arts!

Besides those three martial arts, Fang Han had learned many miscellaneous techniques from the martial world.

However, most of them were incomplete, lacking moves or structure. Unlike “Taizu Long Fist” or “With-the-Wind Swordplay,” which were full sets, these fragmented techniques were nearly impossible to practice fully or master. Hence, they didn’t appear on his attribute panel.

Simply put, either the techniques weren’t complete, or his mastery was so shallow that they didn’t even reach the Beginner level.

Even “With-the-Wind Swordplay,” a sword style with little fame in the martial world, contained thirteen full sets of moves. Fang Han had to train under the old escort master for two full days just to barely learn the rough structure.

And that was only enough to memorize the forms. He could mimic them, but with no real power. It took another half a year of dedicated study, poring over the manual and practicing daily, to fully learn both the inner logic and the outward moves.

According to the panel, that was the definition of “Beginner.”

By the time his simulated life ended, he had practiced the sword style for decades, and it had only just reached “Advanced.”

As for “Taizu Long Fist,” it was more profound. Despite practicing for half his life, he had only reached “Intermediate.”

This, of course, was due in part to Fang Han having no prior martial background—no masters, no guidance. Every step had to be figured out through trial and error, which drained energy and often led to wrong turns.

Plus, when he started learning martial arts, he was already in his late twenties—nearly thirty. His body had already matured, and he’d long missed the prime period for foundational martial training.

So, despite Fang Han’s tireless effort, his martial achievement was still quite limited.

As for why “Health-Nourishing Technique” had reached the “Perfected” tier…

According to the panel, because it was created by Fang Han himself, as its originator, his understanding of it was naturally at the “Perfected” level.

Fang Han thought about it and agreed—it made sense.

You create it, you know it best.

It represented the peak of what the method could achieve.

Though calling “Health-Nourishing Technique” a full internal method was a bit self-flattering, the meaning stood.

Looking at his panel, the three martial arts glowed faintly, indicating they could be upgraded using Spiritual Essence.

Tempted though he was, Fang Han didn’t rush to assign the point.

He planned to settle in and think it through first.

Looking around, he stood up and stretched.

The smile on his face couldn’t be hidden.

To go from a decaying old man to a vibrant young self again—the sensation was simply too wonderful!

He hadn’t felt this good in ages.

In the simulated life, his early and middle years were filled with wandering. Injuries were unavoidable—some from combat, others from the environment. Though not riddled with hidden injuries, his health declined steadily after fifty.

In his final years, it worsened rapidly.

Had he not studied medicine all his life, mastered the art, and created “Health-Nourishing Technique” to guide his qi and blood daily, his decline would’ve been far steeper.

Now? A single reset, and he was reborn!

Fang Han scanned the area. Memories began to return—this ruined temple was a place he had only briefly stayed in during the simulation.

He had transmigrated into this world right here, confused and dazed for a long while before figuring things out.

Fang Han rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“So that means… I started the Life Simulation the moment I transmigrated?”

Damn.

Transmigration and simulation—a complete combo package!

He chuckled helplessly and muttered, “If I had known about this earlier, maybe my plans and behavior wouldn’t have been so cautious…”

Back then, unaware of the simulator, he had lived every day as if it were his only life.

Despite all the scheming, every decision was made with one principle: preserve life above all.

So, he avoided anything remotely risky.

For example, he once considered exploring the underground waterway in Mount Zhongnan. But after investigating the environment, he gave up.

Too uncertain.

He could barely swim, let alone dive.

And who knew what awaited in those pitch-black, damp tunnels? Just thinking about it made him back off.

Too risky, too unknown. Dying from drowning wasn’t worth it.

Other opportunities might have been achievable, but because he always prioritized survival and avoided danger, he missed out.

Of course, Fang Han had never regretted his action, though he often felt some dissatisfaction.

After all, at the time, his mindset was:

Life is only once. If I die, it’s game over.

No matter how great martial arts are, you need to stay alive to enjoy them.

So, even though he longed to gain opportunities and master divine arts, if there was life-threatening danger involved, he would always back off.

His guiding philosophy:

If I can get it, great. If not—or if it’s risky—forget it.

Survival comes first.

Because of this approach, Fang Han missed out on many opportunities in the simulation.

Regret? Yes. But thanks to his survival-first mindset, he lived long enough to reach a peaceful death.

Still, had he known about the Life Simulator earlier…

Everything would have been different!

If there were no real risk of death, why worry about danger and uncertainty?

Had he known about it, Fang Han wouldn’t have been so restrained. He might’ve even charged in blindly!

There’s a saying: “Great risk brings great reward.” Sometimes, it might work.

Thinking about this, Fang Han couldn’t help but smile to himself.

He wasn’t reckless by nature. He wouldn’t rush in thoughtlessly. After all, the Life Simulator refreshed only once per year.

A valuable asset.

Even if he were to take risks, they had to be calculated risks—worth the cost.

He moved his body a bit more, then frowned instinctively at the murky air under the sunlight.

Looking around, he found a clean, well-ventilated spot and sat down cross-legged.

He slowly closed his eyes, focused his mind, and began to sense his inner self.

Very quickly, a faint, elusive thread of qi stirred, hazy and indistinct.

Fang Han opened his eyes, overjoyed!

“All those years of internal training paid off! Worth every moment!”

Only now did Fang Han finally feel at ease.

That subtle trace of qi—undeniable.

Everything he had experienced in the simulation was real!

To the outside observer, it might look like Fang Han had only been meditating for fifteen minutes. But in truth, this was a stunningly fast result!

In martial practice, sensing that first trace of inner qi is the true first threshold.

Succeed—and you step onto the true path. Fail—and you’re forever left behind.

Of course, even without inner qi, mastering external forms and body training could still make someone powerful, possibly even surpassing others.

But that relied heavily on youthful vigor. Once age took over, without inner cultivation, power naturally faded.

Not so for internal arts—where the deeper your qi reserve, the stronger you become, even in old age.

Thus, sensing qi was crucial.

Most without talent never sensed it in their entire lives.

Even the talented needed months of training under skilled guidance to achieve it.

Fang Han sat down for less than fifteen minutes and already sensed it—astonishing.

Of course, he knew himself.

Fang Han was thrilled, but never arrogant.

He knew this wasn’t some miracle.

During the simulation, he had spent years of effort and reflection to achieve this.

Only after returning to Linshui County and mastering medicine, meditating daily, and practicing without fail, did he finally succeed.

Now, he was merely drawing on what he had already learned.

Nothing to brag about.

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