Chapter 97

"Preview of the life after the穿越 (time travel) is complete, please choose whether to穿越 (time travel)!"

-- Damn!

When Ning Yue opened his eyes and saw everything familiar, a curse slipped out of his mouth.

"Making a wish with the divine crystal to time travel, and it even comes with a preview? This function is so advanced, it's simply groundbreaking."

Ning Yue hesitated slightly. Although Yan Chengfeng's life was colorful and eventful, it didn't seem very appealing.

Yan Chengfeng was a pure martial arts enthusiast. Apart from practicing martial arts, he engaged in duels, fought countless battles, and committed murder and arson as if they were trivial matters. He faced life and death with ease, and ultimately met his end in a duel, dying alongside his opponent.

Yan Chengfeng's life, devoid of any entertainment, saw him remain a virgin until his forties, his heart undistracted and his focus singular, which allowed his martial arts to become so terrifying. But when Ning Yue thought about living such a life, he found it too terrifying.

Even hell couldn't be worse!

"Never mind, I won't time travel. Being a middle school student in modern society is pretty good."

Ning Yue leaped up, ready to leave the room to find something to eat. But as he exerted a little force, he found himself involuntarily floating towards the ceiling. The words "Qingyu Chengfeng Jue" suddenly appeared in his mind. He lightly tilted his body, touched the roof with his foot, and performed a backflip in mid-air, landing safely.

After landing, Ning Yue maintained that posture for half an hour before moving slightly. His face was full of surprise and shock.

"Does the preview come with a bonus package?"

Ning Yue slightly circulated his "internal energy" and found that he wasn't as powerful as the Yan Chengfeng in his memory. At most, he had one-twentieth of the strength of this great martial arts master from the Yuan Dynasty, enough to勉强 (barely) perform the first move of the Ten Directions Illusion Technique—Qingyu Chengfeng Jue. But even this one-twentieth of his power was enough to give him several times the physical abilities and agility of an ordinary person. This discovery made Ning Yue both shocked and delighted.

"The divine crystal isn't so unreliable after all! It even comes with martial arts skills. Although the cultivation is a bit lacking, it's still better than nothing!"

Excited, Ning Yue also felt a bit puzzled. He muttered to himself, "Even if I didn't do well in history, I know there was no Tianfo Sect in the Yuan Dynasty, and there couldn't possibly be martial arts masters like Yan Chengfeng and Guo Kan. Kublai Khan was a historical figure, but he definitely didn't have disciples named Hongri and Bai Xiang, nor did he teach them the Battle Buddha Chart."

Ning Yue opened his computer and searched according to his memory, confirming that the Yuan Dynasty he experienced had no connection to the real Yuan Dynasty. Not even any web novels, comics, or films and TV shows, including single-player, online, or mobile games, had a similar world.

In other words, the Mongol Yuan era in his memory was a dimension of human imagination that had yet to be captured.

This Mongol Yuan era was only considered a mid-level martial arts world. Even martial arts at the level of Yan Chengfeng and Guo Kan hadn't reached the point of flying, immortality, or controlling lightning and fire.

Ning Yue could barely remember most of Yan Chengfeng's forty years of memories after waking up, but all the memories related to martial arts were vivid and clear, which was quite strange.

Ning Yue spent a long time browsing through countless reliable and unreliable online resources, but finally gave up on pursuing the truth. He could only attribute everything to the divine crystal and decided to stop wasting brain cells, as he was certain he couldn't figure it out.

Ning Yue checked the time; it was 3 PM on the first day of summer vacation.

To be honest, a hyperactive teenager like Ning Yue found it hard to stay at home. He preferred going out to play with his classmates.

However, after sending a batch of love messages, Ning Yue felt too embarrassed to see his classmates. After pondering for a while, he decided to go out for a stroll, even if he didn't go anywhere to play, it would still be more comfortable than staying at home.

After leaving home, Ning Yue stretched his limbs and felt a warm sensation throughout his body. A warm true energy flowed with his breathing, making him feel full of boundless energy, eager to engage in some physical activity to release it.

Ning Yue wandered aimlessly for a while and suddenly had a new idea: "If I go play basketball now, I might even dominate those high school students. Or, I could go to the nearby stadium and find a team to play basketball with?"

Near Ning Yue's home was a public stadium where many people exercised. During the summer vacation, it would certainly be crowded. Without hesitation, he headed towards the stadium.

In the afternoon, the stadium was at its busiest, with over ten basketball courts fully occupied. Seeing the crowded stadium, Ning Yue couldn't help but sigh, as he would have to wait to join a game.

Ning Yue didn't bring a basketball, so even if he wanted to show off his skills, he couldn't. As he hesitated whether to wait or go elsewhere, he heard a swoosh, and something flew towards his head.

Without thinking, Ning Yue reached out and caught the basketball with a light grip.

He was slightly dazed when he heard a familiar voice shout, "Ning Yue! Why are you here too? I didn't expect you to be able to catch a basketball with one hand. I rarely see you play basketball!"

Ning Yue turned around and saw a petite and delicate girl running over.

"Hey! Class President, why is it you?"

Seeing Zhang Liming, Ning Yue immediately thought of the mass text message incident. Her response was as straightforward as her usual demeanor—a simple "get lost." So he felt a bit uneasy when he saw her.

Zhang Liming was not tall, but her features were as delicate as a painting, and her skin was particularly smooth. Even without makeup, she still looked well-groomed. What particularly caught the attention of a few lecherous boys was that, despite her small stature, her chest was quite well-developed.

However, Zhang Liming's tone didn't sound angry; instead, it had a playful edge. She said bluntly, "Why not me? You just sent a love message, and now you're denying it?"

Ning Yue felt a bit uneasy but tried to explain, "Hey! I know I was a bit rash yesterday, but there was a reason. It's because..."

Zhang Liming immediately interrupted Ning Yue, saying, "We're about to play a game and are short one person. Come and join us. We can talk about that later."

PS: By this chapter, you should have a sense of the general direction of the new revised version of the story. I'm writing it comfortably, and I hope you're enjoying it too.

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