Chapter 4

In the world of Qianyuan Continent, a place where mental power reigns supreme!

Nine blood-red suns hung high in the sky, casting a pale blood-red hue over the heavens. Large, bizarre birds soared and called out freely in the sky.

In Mingzhou, Xiangyang Prefecture of the Great Ming Kingdom, a humble little place called Guhuai Village!

"Where am I?" Sheng slowly opened his eyes, first looking around with a dazed expression, then suddenly sat up.

This was a small thatched cottage. Sheng found himself wearing an ancient coarse robe. His originally robust body had shrunk, the wooden bed beneath him was cold and hard, and he was covered with an old, frayed blanket. The room contained nothing but a broken wooden chair and a wooden table.

"I remember just completing the Scholar Plan and celebrating with classmates at TKV. Then I went to the new neighbor 'Old Shaman's' house, and an earthquake struck, causing the dilapidated house to collapse..." Sheng rubbed his dazed head, vaguely remembering that everyone was trapped inside the house, and he lost consciousness without knowing if they were dead or alive.

"Ah!" Sheng suddenly clutched his head, his face contorting in pain. It felt as if a large amount of strange symbols and text was drilling into his brain, mixed with a lot of information, almost making him faint again.

After a moment, Sheng gradually calmed down, but his face turned grim. Through the influx of new memories, Sheng realized that this was no longer Earth, but a strange world—the Great Ming Kingdom, which was in ancient times.

"Turns out there was also an orphan named Sheng in this world, found by the Lin couple under an ancient槐 tree, hence the name Sheng. Three days ago, bandits from Wulong Mountain raided the village, killing many villagers, and the Lin couple were among the victims." Sheng slowly organized the new memories, but some parts were blurry and unclear.

In this world, Sheng had been injured in the leg while protecting his adoptive father's only daughter, Lin Wan'er. The bandits had also brutally beaten him. Just as they were about to behead him, the soldiers arrived, and the bandits fled. Sheng was almost on the brink of death and lost consciousness the second night after being rescued.

"So, the Sheng in this world is already dead, and my soul has crossed over and taken over his body. But I'm already in my early twenties on Earth, and here I'm only sixteen!" Sheng said with a hint of helplessness.

However, this world was quite magical. It was said that everyone practiced meditation, similar to self-hypnosis on Earth!

Some people, if they could sense mental power, could use it to alter some of their bodily functions,挖掘 out more potential, strengthen their bodies, and invigorate their spirits. Some could even project their mental power outside their bodies, making others fall into a trance and manipulate their actions and words.

"Isn't this just the hypnosis I learned on Earth? If I master powerful hypnosis here, can I...?" Sheng's eyes gleamed, and he started to fantasize...

"Since I'm already in this world, I can only accept reality and figure out how to survive here. But I can't let anyone know my true identity, or I might be treated as a monster. Besides, no one would believe me!" As an orphan, Sheng had a strong adaptability.

After a moment, Sheng's expression turned strange. The Lin couple had planned to marry Sheng and Lin Wan'er in a few years. Although they had a good relationship, and Lin Wan'er usually took care of Sheng like a sister, he felt a bit awkward about suddenly having a fiancée!

The door opened slightly, and a girl of about sixteen or seventeen walked in, wearing a patched coarse floral dress, holding a bowl of hot porridge. Her face was rosy, but she looked a bit haggard. She seemed very pleased to see Sheng awake.

Although it was their first meeting, Sheng had new memories and knew that this girl was Lin Wan'er, whom the Sheng in this world had saved before his death.

"Sheng, you... you're awake?" The girl's voice was clear and her skin was fair, with a delicate face and bright, clear eyes. Despite her simple and worn clothes, her beauty was hard to hide. She pulled a chair to the bedside and handed the hot porridge to Sheng.

"So beautiful, she's not an ordinary girl. On Earth, where could I find a girl with such grace? This trip through time is worth it!" Sheng thought, feeling a bit proud that she would be his wife, finding some comfort.

"Thank you," Sheng said, feeling a bit unfamiliar and not saying much to his fiancée. He was hungry and weak, so he quickly took the bowl of thin porridge and gulped it down, feeling a bit stronger.

Lin Wan'er brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, exuding a fresh and elegant aura. Seeing Sheng wolf down the porridge, she covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes forming a crescent moon.

"Sheng is awake, he's been unconscious for two days. I'll give him some medicine first!" An old man with white hair, wearing a green robe, and slightly hunched back, walked in, opened a medicine box, took out a yellow paper of unknown material, and a brush. He focused for a moment, then drew some strange symbols on the paper.

"Uncle Wang is giving you medicine. How is Sheng's leg?" Lin Wan'er asked, and Sheng only then noticed the pain in his leg, which he had not paid attention to before.

Sheng winced in pain, not recognizing Uncle Wang in his memory. He frowned and asked, "Sister Wan'er, is this a doctor?" As a tech-savvy youth from Earth, Sheng found it hard to believe the old man's strange symbols, but he didn't want to point it out.

At that moment, Uncle Wang had already burned the paper into ashes, mixed it with water in a small bowl. Hearing Sheng speak, he was taken aback, but Lin Wan'er quickly said, "Uncle Wang, Sheng might have a head injury and can't remember. Please don't be angry."

"No problem, Sheng, drink the charm water first, and I'll give you a full examination. I'll also try to help you recover your memory." Uncle Wang had a kind face, though old, his eyes were sharp, and he smiled warmly, but Sheng still thought he looked like a charlatan.

Although he didn't want to drink it, he couldn't bear to refuse Lin Wan'er's hopeful gaze.

Sheng looked at Uncle Wang suspiciously, took the small bowl, and said, "Uncle Wang, if this charm water doesn't work, we won't pay." He pinched his nose and gulped down the charm water in one go.

"If this can cure me, it would be strange!" Sheng thought to himself.

But the next moment, Sheng was surprised to find that the charm water turned into a warm flow as it entered his mouth, eventually flowing to the injured part of his leg. The injured area started to itch and feel warm, and the pain lessened significantly after a while.

"How are you, Sheng? Feeling better?" Lin Wan'er asked, seeing Sheng's strange expression, not knowing that he was in shock.

Uncle Wang smiled, "Sheng, you're an orphan who has endured hardships since childhood, always working hard to repay the Lin couple. I didn't expect you to be so close to death this time, but it's all over now. Think about the happy times in the past and try to relax your whole body..."

Sheng barely heard Uncle Wang's words, suddenly remembering his childhood on Earth. Scenes from his life appeared before his eyes. He grew up in an orphanage, studied hard, and worked part-time, achieving excellent academic results and completing the Scholar Plan.

Sheng's new neighbor was a strange old shaman who said Sheng had a good foundation and could be his lay disciple. He claimed to specialize in mental power, an ancient cultivation method known as "mental cultivation" in ancient times and "special abilities" in modern Earth.

Sheng immediately thought of a classic line, "Young man, I see you have a unique bone structure, a rare talent for martial arts! I have..."

The scene changed, and Sheng suddenly found himself struggling in the collapsed house, his leg injured, but a wall pressed against his chest, making him increasingly dazed and short of breath. However, his leg started to glow with a faint white light, feeling warm.

"Turns out Lin Wan'er and Uncle Wang were just a dream. I'm still on Earth and not dead, but I'm about to die. I can't die, absolutely not!" Sheng said, feeling suffocated, struggling to free himself from the wall, with a strong will to survive and a deep sense of injustice.

"Sheng, wake up!" A deep voice echoed in Sheng's mind and brain.

Sheng shook his head, looked around blankly, and saw Uncle Wang and Lin Wan'er staring at him in surprise.

"How did I end up here again?" Sheng was puzzled.

"Sheng, Uncle Wang used the 'False Sleep Secret Technique' to assist in the diagnosis. What you saw earlier was something from your past, but you..." Lin Wan'er looked at Sheng strangely.

"False Sleep Secret Technique? Is it like hypnosis on Earth? What did I say?" Sheng asked cautiously, finding it hard to believe that he had been hypnotized without realizing it. On Earth, he could accept it, but in ancient times, it felt strange.

Uncle Wang frowned, "Cough, Sheng, it seems your injuries are severe. The False Sleep Secret Technique can't help you recover your memory and might worsen your condition, causing delirium."

"Rest for now, and I'll come back to see you another day!" Uncle Wang said, looking strange as he left. Sheng felt a slight pain in his leg as he got out of bed, but he could only greet him helplessly.

"Sheng, you said some strange things that neither I nor Uncle Wang could understand. Uncle Wang said that the best way to treat you is to let your consciousness return to the place where you were injured."

"But when you recalled the injury, your face turned pale, as if you were suffocating, not like the leg injury from the bandits. Uncle Wang immediately woke you up and ended the False Sleep Secret Technique!" Lin Wan'er said, looking very concerned and considerate.

"Can strange symbols really cure diseases and mental power be used to treat leg injuries? What kind of world is this? So, the special abilities and mental cultivation the old shaman on Earth talked about are real?" Sheng stood there, lost in thought, remembering the old shaman's words and the mental cultivation he had practiced but found ineffective!

"Little beauty Wan'er, if you can't pay ten coins to settle the debt, become my concubine quickly, ha ha!" At that moment, a lecherous voice came from outside the door, and Lin Wan'er's face turned pale, her body trembling, and she looked at Sheng helplessly! (This chapter ends, the next one is even more exciting.)

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