Which Chinese youth hasn't fantasized about Sword Control and Royal Sky through the star sea?
And which man, raised in the countryside, didn't have a slender wooden stick in his youth that made all the roadside flowers and plants bow their heads?
The yearning for the Royal Sky and the longing for Sword Control have long been integrated into the blood of every Chinese man.
Just like Ye Feng, who had just Transmigration.
After seeing the Cultivators flying with Sword Control above his head, he was incredibly excited.
He suspected that he was also a Cultivator.
So, he kept jumping on the ground: "I fly! I fly! I fly, fly, fly!"
His legs were numb from jumping, but he still couldn't fly.
He sat on a rock, depressed, as if he had lost his parents.
"I accept not having a System, and I accept not having the Original Owner's memory, but why can't I fly? They call me the Chosen One, but I think I'm more like the Abandoned One!"
So far, Ye Feng was only relatively satisfied with the appearance of this body; he was dissatisfied with everything else.
He had just jumped and shouted, trying to attract the attention of the Cultivators in the sky, but there was no reaction at all; those Cultivators couldn't hear his shouts.
However, Ye Feng did not lose heart.
He began to plan what he would do next.
First, he had to determine the identity of this body's Original Owner.
Ye Feng suspected that the Original Owner should be a Cultivator from that towering peak; it was unlikely that people from outside the mountain would painstakingly transport a corpse into the deep mountains and old forests for burial.
From the current situation, only that mountain peak had humans; there were no villages in the mountains.
Secondly, Ye Feng had to figure out how the Original Owner of the body died.
When he cleaned himself earlier, he had examined this body and found no external injuries like knife cuts or axe wounds, nor any strangulation marks on the neck.
He suspected that the Original Owner died from illness or poisoning.
If it was the former, it was fine; if it was the latter, then it was murder.
The key point was that his Soul Transmigration and occupied this body, but he didn't inherit any memories from the Original Owner.
If he really died from murder, wouldn't he be killed again by the murderer if he rashly returned?
"To return, or to escape, that is the question worth considering.
To silently endure the poisoned arrows of fate, escape the great mountain, and from then on live anonymously as an ordinary person.
Or to step forward, face the potential murderer, and defeat him, perhaps becoming a noble Cultivator.
Which of these two choices is more cost-effective?"
He murmured softly, hesitating.
If he were a sufficiently rational person, he would definitely choose to escape the great mountain immediately, first figuring out the Original Owner's identity and cause of death.
But...
The people flying with Royal Sky in the sky were too tempting for Ye Feng.
Moreover, he didn't think he could walk out of this boundless mountain range.
There were ghosts in the mountains, and occasionally he could hear the roars of wild beasts. It was perilous at every step.
After hesitating for a few minutes, his expression gradually became firm.
He patted his backside and stood up, looking at the huge mountain peak.
Ye Feng held his head high and chest out, taking firm steps towards the towering peak.
There was indeed a heroic spirit of knowingly heading into the tiger's den.
"Bang!"
"Ouch!"
His coolness lasted less than three seconds; he stumbled and fell flat on his face.
Ye Feng quickly scrambled up, shrinking his head and looking around. His heroic spirit instantly vanished, replaced by a shifty, sneaky appearance that gave off a very lewd feeling.
Only after confirming that no one had seen his embarrassing fall did he relax.
He no longer dared to walk with his head held high, instead slinking away with his head down.
All day long, Ye Feng traveled through this primeval forest.
The occasional roars of unknown beasts made him tremble with fear.
So he broke off a branch to use as a weapon for self-defense.
The resources in this mountain forest were extremely rich, with various wild fruits visible everywhere.
When Ye Feng was hungry, he ate wild fruits; when he was thirsty, he drank mountain spring water, walking and resting along the way.
At dusk, he arrived at the foot of the northwest side of the towering peak.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, the impact of this peak was even greater; he couldn't see its top, it pierced through several layers of cloud sea, as if to touch the sky.
This made Ye Feng's mind involuntarily conjure up Buzhou Mountain, which connected heaven and earth in ancient Chinese mythology.
The small mountains suspended in mid-air around this peak seemed very small in comparison.
Ye Feng's location should be the back of the mountain, where the terrain was steep and difficult to climb.
A waterfall, not very large, fell from the rock face, forming a bottomless pool below, and a small stream connected to the pool, winding outwards.
As night approached, Ye Feng saw that there was no path up the mountain from this back mountain direction, so he decided to rest here for the night and go around to the front mountain tomorrow, where he should be able to find a path up.
He took out the wild fruits he had collected along the way and washed them one by one by the pool.
The waterfall curtain fell gently, and the water surface shimmered, glowing brightly in the last rays of the setting sun, truly beautiful.
Ye Feng saw that the pool water was as green as jade, clear and transparent, as if it could cleanse one's Soul, and he quickly stripped naked and plunged into the pool.
The cool pool water permeated his body, clearing his Hundred Meridians and rapidly reducing his fatigue.
Perhaps due to the stimulation of the cold pool water, Ye Feng suddenly felt a stream of energy flowing within his body, warm and very comfortable.
"Yi..."
Feeling the subtle changes within his body, Ye Feng was very surprised and quickly swam to the shore to examine his body.
No abnormalities were visible on the body's surface, it was like a faint current of Qi flowing through the meridians within his body.
"Qi flow? Could it be True Qi?"
He thought of the plots in the Cultivation novels he had read before and immediately became excited.
He climbed onto a smooth large stone, naked, and sat cross-legged, concentrating.
As his mind gradually cleared, with each breath, the Qi flow within his body became more obvious.
"Internal Vision and Listening! Internal Vision and Listening!"
Ye Feng closed his eyes and kept silently repeating these four words in his mind.
Gradually, he seemed to feel the trajectory of the wind, the flow of water, the swaying of leaves...
Although his eyes were closed, it seemed as if everything around him was presented in his mind.
Ye Feng was overjoyed.
"It really works? Is the Original Owner of this body a master?"
With a slight Divided Soul, that mystical feeling immediately weakened significantly.
Ye Feng immediately held his breath and concentrated again.
He began to think about examining the condition inside his body.
Then, he felt as if his Soul had undergone Soul Emergence; he actually "saw" the internal structure of his own body.
His five internal organs, six viscera, muscles, bones, and even blood vessels were clearly visible, much clearer than an X-ray.
"Internal Vision! I can really use Internal Vision!"
Ye Feng exclaimed inwardly and quickly checked the condition inside his body.
It was largely similar to the internal structure of an ordinary person's body, but in the lower abdomen, there was a rotating vortex. The vortex was connected to twelve meridians, and these meridians were like rivers, extending from various parts of the body and finally converging into the vortex.
The comfortable warm Qi flow that Ye Feng felt was circulating within these meridians.
"Dantian? This vortex should be the Dantian that stores True Qi! It seems the Original Owner was indeed a Cultivator, and his cultivation should not be low! But why can't I fly?"
Confirming that the Original Owner was a Cultivator and had laid a solid foundation for his Cultivation, Ye Feng finally felt the world's goodwill towards him.
He did not continue to examine the inside of his body.
The sound of the small waterfall next to him was a bit noisy, so he had to find a quiet place to study.
Just as he was about to put on his clothes, he found them covered in mud and smelling foul.
How could this possibly match his current identity as a lofty Cultivator?
He only wore a pair of large shorts and placed the smelly clothes in the stream connected to the pool, holding them down with a stone.
He wasn't in the mood to wash clothes right now; he'd let the stream rinse them first.
Then he grabbed the wild fruits he had washed earlier and wrapped them in a large leaf.
He glanced around and then walked to one side.
After walking for dozens of meters, he found a rock where the sound of water was weaker. So Ye Feng sat on the large stone, quickly gnawed on a few wild fruits that didn't taste very good, and continued to meditate with Internal Vision to study this body.
Cultivate, for an Earthling from the 21st century, was very unfamiliar.
Even knowing the incantations wouldn't be enough.
The essence of Cultivate was to develop the body's potential and comprehend the creation of nature.
First, one must understand the body's structure, every acupoint, meridian, and so on.
Ye Feng was not a medical student, so he naturally didn't understand.
However, he could use Internal Vision and Listening to enter the microscopic world from the macroscopic world, which was enough to make this Cultivation novice ecstatic, as if he had discovered a new continent.
Time passed bit by bit, and as Ye Feng was immersed in exploring his body's structure, a huge white immortal crane descended from the sky and landed by the pool not far away.
The cry of the crane startled Ye Feng.
Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was the huge immortal crane.
Then, he saw a young woman in white, like snow, step down from the back of the immortal crane.
Under the hazy moonlight, the girl wore a long white dress, its hem gently swaying in the wind, her black hair like a waterfall, smoothly draped over her shoulders.
In the girl's hand, she carried a long sword.
Although he couldn't clearly see her facial features, Ye Feng knew that this woman's appearance must be more beautiful than any female celebrity he had ever seen!
"Finally, I see a living person!"
Ye Feng was overjoyed.
He was about to jump out and ask where this place was.
Suddenly, however, he saw the beautiful girl by the pool put down her long sword and begin to undress...
