My Cultivation Has No Ceiling: From Basic Archery to Devouring All Heavens

I transmigrated into a chaotic world where martial arts reign supreme and demons rampage everywhere. I possess mediocre talents and am trapped in a desperate plight—bullied by a cruel local tyrant, crushed by hunting taxes, with my beloved wife nearly forced to sell herself to settle my debts! At the brink of ruin, I awaken a unique proficiency panel. Every skill can be endlessly leveled up through grinding. Starting with basic archery and nutrient absorption, I unlock one heaven-defying god-tier talent after another! Chen Feng had transmigrated to a world where martial arts reigned supreme and demons roamed freely! Though his natural talent was mediocre, he awakened a skill panel. As long as he reached the beginner rank of any skill, he could grind proficiency to raise it endlessly, unlocking brand-new skill talents one after another along the way. "Husband, you must pull through. I’ve made up my mind—if Master Huang really gives you the medicine you need, I’ll become his concubine without a second thought." Through a hazy fog, Chen Feng caught the soft, weeping voice of a woman beside him. "What’s going on?" He opened his eyes to see a tattered thatched roof overhead, rammed-earth walls full of cracks letting in drafts, a rickety bed, a shabby table and wobbly chairs. Standing beside him was a youthful woman in rough linen garments, dabbing at her tears. A wave of disoriented confusion washed over Chen Feng, followed by a flood of foreign memories surging into his mind. "I’ve transmigrated, haven’t I?" After a moment to process everything, a complicated look crossed Chen Feng’s face. He’d only stayed up late gaming, yet woken up in this strange place. This body’s original owner also bore the name Chen Feng, a hunter from a remote mountain village under the Great Qian Dynasty. Nearly twenty years old, he’d grown up relying solely on his father. Not long ago, his father had bought him a wife in the city—he’d thought their days would turn for the better, but misfortune had followed close behind. The village’s wealthy squire Master Huang had set his sights on his wife. To force Chen Feng to hand her over, he’d first orchestrated his father’s disappearance deep in the mountains. He’d then colluded with the village hunting squad, pressuring Chen Feng to scout the dangerous mountain trails alone. Chen Feng had stumbled upon a man-eating demon, been terrified half to death, and fallen into a three-day coma after dragging himself home. If not for his purchased wife Xue’er tending to him without rest these past days, he would not have clung to life until now. The woman’s face lit up with joy the second she saw him stir awake. "Husband, you’re awake! You must be starving. Let me fetch you some gruel right away." With that, she hurried off and returned carrying a bowl of thin porridge. Chen Feng’s throat bobbed; he wanted to speak, yet no words came out. He’d never imagined he’d one day transmigrate, let alone gain such a devoted wife. His wife Lin Xue was sixteen years old. Even clad in plain rough linen, her lithe, graceful figure could not be concealed. "Alright," Chen Feng nodded. He sorted through the foreign memories flooding his mind as he sipped the warm gruel Xue’er had gently blown cool before feeding him. Calling it porridge was generous—it was little more than warm water dotted with a handful of rice grains. Even so, his body was drained of strength, and he craved sustenance desperately. The warm thin gruel settled pleasantly in his empty stomach. Yet Chen Feng’s brows slowly furrowed as he ate.