Chapter 1

In the country of Weiguo, in the county of Qinglin, in the city of Qingsang, in the town of Sanhe, there lived a member of the Zhang family.

The sky was clear and cloudless, with colorful birds occasionally flying by. The grass by the river was lush and green, and flowers bloomed everywhere, making it a place of clear blue skies and clean water. Zhang Ye looked at the beautiful scenery around him, then tilted his head to look at the two suns in the sky, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself, "As the saying goes, there is no second sun in the sky, but now there are two suns hanging in the sky! Am I from the Wild Continent, or from Earth? Is this a case of Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of being Zhuangzi?"

As he said this, a look of confusion appeared on Zhang Ye's face.

Zhang Ye was twelve years old this year. He was a secondary son of the Zhang family in Sanhe Town. As a secondary son with low talent, the family naturally did not pay attention to him. Zhang Ye thus became a dispensable member of the Zhang family, and the treatment he received was naturally not good. He had no share of the elixirs and secret manuals used for cultivation, and no one was willing to spend time guiding him in his cultivation.

The low treatment directly led to Zhang Ye's poor cultivation. Now, the young people of his generation had already entered the second level of martial arts, and some of the exceptionally talented young people had even reached the peak of the second level, ready to break through to the third level. However, Zhang Ye was still lingering at the first level of martial arts, just one step away from the second level, but unable to advance.

To speed up his cultivation, Zhang Ye had been gathering herbs in the mountains for two years, using the herbs to exchange for a meager reward to buy elixirs for cultivation.

The life of gathering herbs was arduous and dangerous. Half a month ago, Zhang Ye was scratched by a poisonous plant while gathering herbs on the mountain. Although he immediately took an antidote, he still fell into a coma for a day and a night, almost losing his life in the wilderness.

When he regained consciousness, Zhang Ye was shocked to find that his mind had an additional segment of unfamiliar yet familiar memories. In these memories, he had lived for a long time on a planet called "Earth," where he studied astronomy, fell in love, and came into contact with various incredible things like airplanes, cars, and ships, experiencing the joys and sorrows of life until he died unexpectedly.

The memories of Earth and the Wild Continent conflicted, influenced, and merged with each other, making Zhang Ye feel like a person with schizophrenia for the past few days. He suffered from headaches and hallucinations, and occasionally spoke in the language of Earth.

This sudden memory brought Zhang Ye great pain, but it also brought some benefits.

As the memories slowly merged, Zhang Ye's perspective and thoughts changed greatly. Although he still looked like a twelve-year-old boy, his mind was that of a well-experienced adult. A mature and steady demeanor, inconsistent with his age, gradually appeared on Zhang Ye.

In addition to the change in demeanor, Zhang Ye felt that his mind had become much more agile. Things that he couldn't understand before now became clear to him.

Gazing quietly at the clouds on the horizon, Zhang Ye's confused expression became resolute. He fiercely waved his arm and said softly, "Whether it's Earth or the Wild Continent, I am who I am, I am Zhang Ye! The life on Earth in my memories was incredibly exciting, and in this Wild Continent, I will also make my life exciting! I want to become a martial artist revered by all on the Wild Continent! I want to reach the pinnacle of martial arts and no longer be constrained by others!"

After shouting these words, Zhang Ye felt that his headache had vanished, and he felt an indescribable comfort throughout his body, as if he had been reborn.

He vaguely realized that the suddenly awakened memory had already merged with his own memory, becoming one.

"Master, Master!" Just as Zhang Ye was about to digest the memories in his mind, a young girl with long sleeves ran over. Zhang Ye glanced at her; this girl was Qinglian, who served his daily needs.

Zhang Ye slowly said, "Qinglian, what's the matter?"

Qinglian had been serving Zhang Ye since childhood and was very familiar with him. She vaguely felt that her master seemed a bit different, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what had changed.

Putting aside her thoughts, Qinglian said hurriedly, "Master, something bad has happened! The family's Body Tempering Pill that was given to you was just taken by Lady! It's said that she gave it to your elder brother!"

"What! The Body Tempering Pill was taken?" Zhang Ye's brows furrowed.

The Body Tempering Pill is one of the essential elixirs for martial arts cultivation. At the beginning of martial arts, with the help of the Body Tempering Pill, one can quickly remove some impurities from the body, improving physical fitness and providing a better foundation for cultivation, making the cultivation process more efficient.

The Body Tempering Pill is very useful for martial artists, but its value is also high. In terms of gold, one Body Tempering Pill is worth hundreds of taels of gold, and it is often in short supply. As the leading family in Sanhe Town, the Zhang family could only obtain a limited number of Body Tempering Pills each year. The family would only issue one to the young people in the family when they turned twelve to assist in their cultivation.

Zhang Ye's talent and cultivation were both behind others, and he was in a critical period of catching up. The Body Tempering Pill was undoubtedly very important to him. His mother taking the Body Tempering Pill meant that his path of cultivation would become even more difficult.

Zhang Ye took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said slowly, "What did Mother say when she took the elixir?"

Qinglian said, "She said your talent is not good, and you are not suitable for martial arts. No matter how many elixirs are used on you, they will be ineffective. Instead of wasting this elixir on you, it would be better to give it to your brother, so he can have a better foundation for cultivation and stand out in the family competition, gaining the family's favor..."

Zhang Ye fell silent for a moment, waved his hand, and said, "I understand. You can go now."

Watching Qinglian leave, Zhang Ye sighed deeply, a look of sadness flashing in his eyes, and he shook his head helplessly. Since he was found to have low talent at the age of five, his mother had stopped paying attention to him. Although Zhang Ye had moved out and lived alone in a small courtyard since the age of five, rarely seeing his mother, she was still his mother, and there was still some affection. Could he really storm in and demand the elixir from his own mother?

Although he knew she favored his brother and felt very aggrieved, Zhang Ye still rationally restrained the urge to confront her. He silently clenched his fists and said softly, "Mother, although my talent is low, I am still your son! Do you not have any place for me in your heart? Your elder brother has outstanding talent, and it is understandable that you favor him. But this elixir should have been mine, and you gave it to my brother, which is too biased!

Perhaps, the effect of this elixir on me would be limited. But if I don't take it, wouldn't I have even less hope? How can you personally cut off your son's path of cultivation?"

Standing silently for a while, Zhang Ye suddenly clenched his fists and said softly, "Mother, no matter what, you are one of the closest people to me. I will not pursue this matter. I believe that there is always a way out. One day, I will become a stronger person than anyone else, making you and everyone else be surprised and regret your actions today..."

At this point, Zhang Ye suddenly remembered the suddenly awakened memory in his mind. He vaguely felt that this vast memory might contain something he desperately needed...

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