"Ding, job change successful."
Lu Ming. Class: Prayer (Light Cavalry).
Attack: 900, Defense: 750, Magic Attack: 100, Health: 1200, Magic Power: 350
Reputation: 40, Technical Experience: 100, Agricultural Experience: 30, Industrial Experience: 20, Construction Experience: 0, Astronomical Experience: 0, Geographical Experience: 0, Celestial Experience: 0
Trait, Marching: Increases the movement speed of the commander's troops by 100%, ignoring terrain obstacles.
Ultimate Skill, Cross Slash: Gains Rage with each kill and hit. Can be activated when there are at least 40 Rage points. Each point of Rage deals 1% of maximum health as damage. Resets Rage upon activation.
Magic Spell: Healing Spell: Heals a single target within a 10-meter radius, restoring health equal to twice the Magic Attack value. Costs 5 Magic Power per use.
The panel is simple and straightforward. Besides his own character panel, there were panels for other characters, all displayed as half-body portraits. Clicking on them revealed their information.
This included combat strength, intelligence, reputation, leadership, charisma, skills, and their relationship to him.
Aside from women, those recorded here were strategists and generals; only those with real strength were recorded and recognized. Ordinary soldiers, without exceptional abilities, could not be recognized as generals.
A sound of footsteps interrupted Lu Ming's thoughts. Before him appeared a pair of boots, and above that, a tight-fitting garment that bound her high breasts, outlining an alluring curve.
Red lips, white teeth, peach-blossom eyes, almond-shaped eyebrows—it was his younger sister, Lu Qing!
"What's wrong, little sister? Is something the matter?" Lu Ming invited his sister to sit down. His feelings for his sisters were neither particularly close nor distant; there was no excessive intimacy, only a detached indifference.
Lu Xue, the older sister, married young. Her younger sister, a year younger, had grown up close with their aunt, skilled in martial arts, easily rivaling any man.
Lu Qing was straightforward, heavily influenced by her aunt and the prevailing customs of Xiliang, lacking any refined manners. "I don't want to get married. My mother told me today she wants to arrange a marriage for me."
"Oh, it's all arranged by parents and matchmakers. I can't do anything about it," Lu Ming shrugged. His sister was too fierce; anyone who married her would have to be careful not to get internal injuries.
Unexpectedly, Lu Qing stared at him intently, seemingly reckless but actually quite straightforward, saying, "As the eldest brother, you're like a father to me. If you speak up for me, Mother will definitely consider it. I don't want to get married. I won't marry unless there's a man worthy of me!"
These words carried a hint of arrogance, but Lu Qing's height was enough to make most men look down on her, and she possessed considerable strength. Coupled with her martial spirit, she naturally looked down on men inferior to her.
Lu Ming suddenly had a strange thought. Looking up at his sister again, he realized she was actually quite beautiful.
Her strong muscles weren't bulky; rather, they were slender, with a flowing physique. Combined with her youthful, still-childlike face, she possessed a unique charm.
"What kind of man are you looking for?"
"Anyone who can beat me!" Lu Qing proudly raised her chin. She wasn't a pampered young lady, and she would never cry.
Her breasts, still developing but already comparable to those of an adult woman, seemed to rival a woman's. Burying one's head between them would probably be incredibly pleasurable!
*Gulp!* Lu Ming swallowed hard, suppressing his thoughts. "Then I agree, will you marry me, haha!"
This sounded absurd, and most people would be angry, but Lu Qing, contrary to her usual behavior, looked at Lu Ming and nodded vigorously. "Okay, as long as you can beat me."
*Uh!* Lu Ming didn't know what to say. Something seemed off. So he poured himself a glass of water and took a big gulp. "Little sister, have you been drinking?"
Unexpectedly, Lu Qing stood up, leaned in close, almost touching his face. "I'm telling the truth. In the Qiang and Hu tribes, it's common for husbands to obey their sons after their husbands die. Brother, you're not a man, are you? Stop being so indecisive. Do you even dare to tell Mother?"
How could a man say he couldn't do it? Even if he couldn't, he had to force himself on, even if it meant gritting his teeth!
"Of course I can, little sister! I'll show you what I'm capable of!" Lu Ming couldn't take it anymore. Before, he would have been more restrained.
But with the system, and after unwittingly raping his mother, and even getting his cousin Dong Yuan into bed, including a thrilling experience of witnessing the crime in front of his husband, his ambition had swelled step by step.
Lu Qing laughed upon seeing this, adopting a punching stance. "Then let me see."
Whoosh!
She threw a standard punch, landing squarely on Lu Ming's chest. She felt as if she had hit a rock; even her fist stung.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she glanced at Lu Ming, then her expression turned even more serious.
Lu Ming neither dodged nor evaded. As his sister threw another punch, he simply pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, his erect penis pressing against her lower abdomen. "You lost!"
There were no unnecessary moves, no need for sparring, no need for counter-attacks; it was simply a matter of overwhelming defense and offensive power to suppress her.
Even a top-tier martial artist would be easily subdued, let alone Lu Qing.
Lu Qing was momentarily unable to break free, and the pressure of her brother's penis against her lower abdomen made the usually carefree Lu Qing blush, a rare sight. "You cheated!"
Lu Ming released his sister. "Then let's go to the courtyard. You grab your weapon, and we'll have a real fight."
Five minutes later, Lu Qing watched as her machete was knocked away, embedding itself heavily in the wall, the blade still trembling—a testament to the force of the blow.
She knew she had lost. For a martial artist, having their weapon knocked away was tantamount to defeat. Lu Ming gently pinched Lu Qing's nose. "I'm going to talk to Mother about you now. Don't worry, I won't force you. When you've thought things through, just tell me."
"Okay, thank you, brother." Lu Qing lowered her head obediently, a rare occurrence for her. Although they were related by blood, she didn't really care.