Shenzhou Continent, Tianyun Mountain Range.
Yunhai Sect's main headquarters, Xingluo Peak.
Halfway up the mountain, Disciple living quarters.
Night.
A handsome young man with a sword came to the outside of a dwelling, looked around, and seeing no one, he knocked on the door.
“Who is it?”
“Senior Brother Lin, it’s me, Xu Kai.”
“Come in.”
Xu Kai pushed the door open and entered.
Only a single candle was lit inside, making the room appear somewhat dim.
The room was not large, and the furnishings were simple: a table, a few chairs, a bed, a bathing tub, and a bamboo screen.
At this moment, a young man sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, with sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and a chiseled face, extremely handsome.
This person was named Lin Yi, the sixth Disciple of the Yunhai Sect's Sect Master, handsome, with high cultivation, an undisputed Son of Heaven.
Lin Yi asked indifferently, “Junior Brother Xu, is the matter settled?”
Xu Kai softly said, “Yes, I’ve already buried that kid in the Mass Burial Ground behind Luoxia Peak.”
“There were no mishaps, right?”
“No, that kid was thoroughly dead. After burying him, I even stepped on his grave a few times.”
Lin Yi, sitting cross-legged on the bed, nodded slightly and said, “Junior Brother Xu, you handled this matter well. However, our Yunhai Sect is a righteous sect, and Ye Feng was Junior Martial Uncle Yu Long’s Disciple. We cannot be entangled in Karma for his death, otherwise, both you and I will suffer eternal damnation.”
Xu Kai quickly said, “Senior Brother Lin, rest assured, I will keep this matter buried forever. No one knows Ye Feng is dead, and no one can find his body. Even if Junior Martial Uncle Yu Long returns, it will be impossible to find any clues.”
A satisfied smile appeared on Lin Yi’s handsome face.
He took something from his Pregnant and threw it to Xu Kai.
Xu Kai took it; it was a small bag of black crystal Spirit Stones. He quickly bowed in thanks, saying, “Thank you, Senior Brother Lin, for the reward.”
Lin Yi waved his hand and said, “This is what you deserve. You should go back for now. In a few days, we will go to the Medicine Garden to do some follow-up work.”
Xu Kai nodded, cupped his hands, and took his leave.
After he left, Lin Yi’s expression turned somewhat sinister.
He muttered to himself, “Ye Feng, I hope you Reincarnate soon. We were also just following orders. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. Who told you to be so curious?”
...
Mass Burial Ground, late night.
Moonlight filtered through sparse clouds, dappling the overgrown ground, illuminating faint grave mounds, with eerie white bones and flickering ghost fires visible everywhere.
The occasional cries of crows and wild cats added to the eeriness of the place.
“Pfft!”
Without warning, a hand covered in dirt suddenly shot out from underground.
Immediately after, a boy covered in dirt struggled to climb out of the ground.
The boy lay spread-eagled on the ground, greedily breathing the air mixed with the scent of decay.
It took him a while to catch his breath.
He sat up and, seeing graves all around him, looked utterly bewildered.
“What the Hell is this place? Who buried me in the dirt… Ah! A dead person!”
The boy saw a human corpse next to him, thought it was a dummy, and casually poked it.
Suddenly, the boy froze.
The nauseating smell of decay, the wriggling maggots on the corpse, the sticky rotten flesh and fluid on his hand—it absolutely could not be fake!
The boy’s pupils rapidly constricted. He screamed, kicked his legs wildly, and retreated repeatedly.
“It’s really a corpse…”
The boy had never seen such a terrifying sight. He scrambled and rolled away for dozens of meters before stopping.
“Call the police! Call the police! Yes, yes, call the police… Where’s my phone?”
The boy fumbled for a moment and immediately froze.
He saw that he was currently wearing a mud-covered ancient costume, which was not his own clothes at all.
“What’s going on? Who changed my clothes?”
Looking around, he realized he was in an unfamiliar dense forest among mountains.
Under the bright moonlight, he could see a towering peak, piercing the clouds.
Around this peak, many mountains were suspended in mid-air.
It was as if he had entered the world of some Xianxia game.
“What is this place?! Am I dreaming?”
He reached out and pinched the back of his hand hard, yelping in pain.
“Ouch! It hurts so much! Not a dream!”
He tried hard to recall and finally remembered: on his way to work, he saw an out-of-control truck about to hit a little girl walking on the sidewalk on her way to school.
In the nick of time, he rushed forward, pushed the girl away, and was himself hit by the truck, with the tens of tons of the vehicle rolling over him.
“Did I, Ye Feng, just die like that? Is this Hell?”
As he was stunned, he saw several figures floating over from the surroundings.
Under the moonlight, these figures emitted a faint, eerie glow, floating in the air, their faces pale and very chilling.
“Are those ghosts?”
Ye Feng rubbed his eyes, muttering to himself.
“Definitely not! How could a successor like me, born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze, believe in such absurd things as ghosts in the world…”
As he was reassuring himself, seven or eight spirits had floated close. Their pale faces suddenly turned ferocious, and their eyes glowed green, as if they wanted to devour someone.
“They really are ghosts! Help! Mom… Uncle Ying… Help…”
Confirming that these were indeed real ghosts, Ye Feng was scared out of his wits, his hair instantly stood on end. He turned and ran, screaming as he went.
Due to extreme tension and fear, and the complex terrain, he would stumble every few steps, then immediately get up, using his hands and feet, scrambling and rolling, wishing his parents had given him eight more legs.
The few lingering spirits near the Mass Burial Ground stared blankly at the screaming boy who kept falling and getting back up to run.
They didn’t understand. They were ghosts, not demons. There was no need for this guy to be so exaggerated.
Ye Feng ran for several miles, not knowing how many times he had fallen, and finally couldn't run anymore. He hid behind a large tree, panting heavily.
“Luckily I ran fast, otherwise those evil spirits would have eaten me! What the Hell is this place?! Is it Hell?!
It shouldn’t be! I, Ye Feng, neither committed murder nor arson, nor did I rob people on the road. I never relieved myself anywhere. In six years of elementary school, I helped old grandmothers cross the road three times. This time, I even died saving someone. I’ve done so many good deeds, I should go to Heaven!”
Ye Feng truly couldn’t understand where the problem in his Reincarnation process had occurred that brought him to this strange and terrifying world.
Worried that the ghosts might chase him again, he rested for only two or three minutes before dragging his exhausted body to continue fleeing through the mountain forest.
It wasn’t until dawn tore through the darkness and sunlight illuminated the earth that he finally collapsed, exhausted, near a stream in the mountain forest.
The sky was gradually brightening, and he was already more than ten miles away from that Mass Burial Ground.
He saw the black towering peak and the inverted cone-shaped small mountains suspended in the air around it.
“This place is beautiful, not like Hell. Could it be… I Transmigrated?”
At this moment, he saw clearly that those small mountains in the sky had no support and were completely suspended in mid-air, which definitely couldn't be the familiar Earth.
So he guessed that he might have Transmigrated to another world, just like the male protagonists in web novels.
To verify his guess, he struggled to his feet and went to the stream.
Through his reflection in the water, he saw his current appearance.
Although his face was covered in dirt, it was still clear that he was a young boy.
He quickly cupped water to wash his face.
A moment later, a youthful but handsome face, still showing traces of immaturity, appeared in the water.
He looked about fifteen years old, with well-defined features and a clear outline, especially his eyes, which were large and bright.
Ye Feng gently touched his cheek, looking at his reflection in the water.
He murmured, “Did I really Transmigrate? I look pretty good! If I had this appearance before, I wouldn’t have been single for thirty years! I could have gone wild on campus, why be a simp?!”
Suddenly, he thought of something and immediately stood up.
He shouted, “System! System!”
He yelled a few times, startling many birds away.
But there was no reaction in front of him.
“That shouldn’t be! Novels all say that Transmigrators are chosen ones! They all have System Daddies to bless them! Where’s my System? Did I open it the wrong way?
System Daddy! System Old Man! System Auntie…”
He felt his throat was about to burst from shouting, but the legendary System never appeared.
Finally, he sat dejectedly on a rock by the stream.
“Liars! Web novel authors are all liars! I’m never reading web novels again!”
“I accept not having a System, but why don’t I even have the Original Owner’s memories? Old Zhu started with a bowl, but I know nothing about this world now. How am I supposed to live?”
“Huh, what’s that…”
As Ye Feng pondered his next step, he looked up and saw many streaks of light passing across the sky, glowing with colorful radiance, like colorful shooting stars.
He stood up and looked closely, immediately dumbfounded!
Those streaks of light were actually human beings, performing Sword Control in the air!
“Sword Control? A Cultivation world?”
Ye Feng stared blankly at the increasing streaks of light above, his thirty-year-old ingrained worldview rapidly collapsing.
“This world really isn’t governed by Sir Newton!”
This was Ye Feng’s final conclusion.
