Adventures Of a Black Warrior in a Xianxia World

"Where am I?"

A soft whisper was heard in the spacious room, deterring the silence which permeated in it. A man was grabbing his head with dizziness, while he tried to recall his whereabouts. The room though spacious had not much furniture in it, and air blew from outside.

The man who was busy with his headache, was named Jones in his previous life who wrestled in the premier matches in Usa. He was hailed as an undefeated wrestler, who strangled every of his opponent to tap. 

"Have I transmigrated?"

Jones eyes widened with surprise and uncertainty, and a sense of dread washed over him. While he was struggling to recall the whereabouts, huge amount of memories had already marked his inner consciousness with torrents of pain.

"I am a slave? What the hell? This is not even 18th century Usa, then why?"

He gloated on his misfortune with sneer and fury, but then slapped himself to calm down. As a black man in his former and in this life, his identity has troubled him for a long long time. Wherever he went, whatever he achieved, he could not break the shackles and ignorance of the people. 

"But, there is something unique in this world, something which I could never dreamt of obtaining, the power to stand against entire world!"

A fire burned in his heart, while he recalled his helpness in former world, he always wanted to counter insults and problems thrown at him with his fist, but he could not so. He, no matter how strong or what level he achieved, he was weak against group of people. In this life, that limitation has vanished, leaving him with absolute pursuit of power.

"Haha, I can stand alone against all the world itself, I will reach at the top and will make everyone submit to my strength."

Though his voice was deep, the words were quite idiotic. Slowly as excitement faded away, he calmed down and began recalling all the memories he absorbed earlier with deep attention.

"So this world is of higher martial arts, and it spans size of millions of my former earth. We can practice martial arts, achieve higher lifespan while breaking the limitations of human body. The way it is done through many cultivation techniques and elixirs."

He nodded while murmuring.

"There are two ways of practising-- Qi training and Body training. Qi training has several levels and is limitless, while body training can be cultivated to ninth rank only. For Qi training, spiritual roots are required and they determine how far you can go depending upon your qualification where as body training can be practiced by anyone, though would depend heavily on resources and blood essence rather than on meditation like Qi training."

He kept recalling while tapping his dark palm on his muscular thighs. 

"I seem to come from kingdom of Avera, the kingdom which worships evil beings and has no rules. Due to that, everyone looks down upon the citizens of Avera, and don't treat them in respectful way."

He sighed and nodded.

"Since they worship evil gods and practice evil techniques, they are shunned by people of the world and are enslaved if given chance."

He finally realised that it was not a matter of race, but rather the matter of practice. People from Avera came in all colours, but their ideology was same throughout-- It was to dominate world and have no constraints.

"So that's why huh? I overthought about it."

He then looked at the memory part of things related to himself. Actually he was captured by the slave traders when he was 4 years old, and went through rigorous training to meet the standard of becoming a noble famliy's slave.

"That's quite pitiful, imagine training for your entire life, just to become slave of others. It's a body with no spiritual qualification as well, so the only way to advance is to become a body cultivator."

He clenched his fist in frustration, and sighed. In fact, this year he was 17 years old, but the world did not care about morality rather strength. If you have strength, you can run amoke in entire continent. 

You may spit on one man, snatch his wife and enjoy several delicacies in his house and he may still flatter you. This was the rule, unless you killed a lot of beings and offended something truly strong.

"What a hypocrite!" 

Jones sneered once again, while making an ugly face. 

"You say that kingdom of avera is lawless and worships evil gods, while you yourself don't dare to offend your biggest cultivators."

Remembering various things done by these leaders were worse than any criminal who is on death row, yet they were hailed as heroes by these kingdoms. Truth to be told, in entire cultivation world only strength spoke, laws and morality always took backseat.

"Interesting, it seems there is something big about Averia why all other kingdoms and cities loathe it. It's about something which they rather fear than hating."

His eyes glinted with sharpness when he took his time to ponder more. 

Knock! Knock!

"Jones, wake up and report to steward!!"

A stern voice with a powerful knock echoed in the room from outside jolting Jones out of his thought process.

"Mr Li, Please wait for some moment!"

Jones replied back with politeness in his voice, while he began putting big robe on him. Looking at his stature, even as a former wrestler, he sighed with emotions. 

He was 8 ft tall, muscular and had a bald head. With dark coloured skin and smooth hairless body made him look like some villain from games. After admiring his perfect body, he quickly put robes on himself and got out of the room hurriedly.

"Wow!"

Before him, a courtyard with the size of several Kilometers was spread, with huge Chinese characters imprinted on the ground. The trees around the courtyard were tall, and swayed with refreshing and strong morning wind. Such sense of refreshness made his body shudder even with heavy robe, while a huge Chinese building appeared before his eyesight.

"Boy, Back to the Morning drill! Run five times around the courtyard and report me at the inspecting building."

Mr Li shouted from behind and pointed at the huge Chinese building while taking his attendance.