Chapter 1

In the Fengtian County of Black Mountain Country, the warm morning sun had yet to fully rise, and the entire small county town was enveloped in a misty haze, tranquil and distant!

Yuan Feng lay on the soft couch, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his gaze wandering. He had maintained this posture for a full day and night, and even now, he still found it hard to digest the extra memories in his mind.

After a day and night, he finally figured out one thing—he, Yuan Feng, had crossed over.

Scenarios that could only appear in novels and movies had actually happened in reality, and precisely, they had happened to him.

He still remembered that originally, he was admiring the frescoes in the palace of Dazhao Temple, but suddenly, the wild beast carvings on the wall came to life and swallowed him whole. When he woke up, he found himself in this world, possessing the body of a young man also named Yuan Feng.

The same name made him less averse to his new body, and after a day and night of sorting through the memories, he roughly understood his identity in this life.

He was the third son of the Yuan family's patriarch, the third generation, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but with extremely poor talent. At the age of sixteen, he was still stuck at the second level of the Condensation Realm, a pitiful state that earned him the nickname "Waste Feng" throughout Fengtian County, enduring ridicule from both family and outsiders. Due to being unwelcome wherever he went, this third young master of the Yuan family had given up on himself, spending his days idly, wallowing in self-pity, drinking, and loafing around, truly good for nothing.

A day ago, this third young master of the Yuan family, in an attempt to win the favor of the second miss of the Yun family, Yun Mengchen, had single-handedly entered the Black Maple Forest to search for the Linglong Flower. However, he fell into a valley due to a momentary lapse and met his end. If the Yuan family hadn't found him in time, his body would have been devoured by monsters.

"Risking his life for a girl, he really went all out!"

As he sorted through the memories up to the last moment when the third young master of the Yuan family lost consciousness, Yuan Feng finally stopped browsing the new memories and sighed deeply.

The former Yuan Feng was gone; from now on, he was the third young master of the Yuan family, and the third young master of the Yuan family was him, no longer separate.

"Hehe, no matter what, being a young master in this life is better than being alone and destitute in the previous life." With a smile, he immediately felt at ease.

In the original world, he was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. Just as he was about to start his life, such an accident occurred. But this was for the best; in his previous life, he had no ties, and now in this world, he could consider it a fresh start.

"He! He! He!"

Just as Yuan Feng thought this, a series of整齐划一的呼喝声 suddenly came from outside the window, catching his attention.

"The morning practice has started!"

His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly got out of bed, casually putting on his clothes with his uninjured right hand, and walked out the door.

Morning practice had become a tradition in the Yuan family. Any Yuan family member who reached the age of ten had to participate. The former Yuan Feng, who was always ridiculed, hated morning practice the most, but the current Yuan Feng was different. He had never seen martial arts in this world and was filled with anticipation!

"Pay attention! To become a powerful martial artist, you must put in much more effort than others. Don't think that just because you are young masters now, you won't be bullied if you don't become powerful martial artists."

As soon as he stepped out, the rough voice of the martial arts instructor echoed from the training ground. Looking far away, a middle-aged man was urging a group of young people to practice.

Yuan Feng was not unfamiliar with this middle-aged man. His name was Tong Jin, and he was a martial arts instructor hired by the Yuan family at great expense to teach the young members. It was said that he had already reached the seventh level of the Condensation Realm.

"Your talents are all average, and you don't have the natural advantages of martial spirits. Therefore, you must work even harder. Only through diligent practice can you continuously break through. Now, watch me."

Just as Yuan Feng focused his gaze on the middle-aged man, the latter suddenly lowered his waist and crouched, his fists moving like thunder. Instantly, a layer of bright white light covered his fists, and the surrounding air seemed to ignite, crackling. As his fists began to move, a fierce wind swept across the small square.

"Wow, so powerful! Is this the martial arts of this world? It's much stronger than the fake moves in movies." Seeing Tong Jin personally demonstrate, Yuan Feng's eyes lit up. In this world where martial arts were revered, nothing was more attractive than powerful martial arts, especially to someone like him who had always dreamed of martial arts but had never truly seen them.

"Tong Instructor is just an ordinary martial artist, and he is already so powerful. I wonder how strong a martial spirit martial artist would be?"

Although the former Yuan Feng disliked martial arts, he still knew a bit about martial spirit martial artists.

Martial spirit martial artists were a special type of martial artist, born with extraordinary martial spirits that would awaken at an unknown time. There were many types of martial spirits, including beast, plant, and some more special object martial spirits. Any martial artist with a martial spirit would advance rapidly and have much stronger combat abilities than ordinary martial artists. Therefore, whenever a martial spirit martial artist appeared, they would become the target of competition among major sects and powers.

Of course, martial spirit martial artists were extremely rare, and it was hard to find one among ten thousand martial artists. Over the years, Fengtian County had only seen the birth of one martial spirit martial artist, and that was just a few years ago. Back then, the former Yuan Feng had the chance to see the martial spirit of the Fang family's martial spirit martial artist, and the impression was still vivid.

"Martial spirit martial artists are too elusive; I should be more down-to-earth."

Shaking his head, he temporarily put aside the information about martial spirit martial artists and focused intently on Tong Instructor, subconsciously moving closer.

In this world where martial arts were revered, it was clear that cultivation was essential. The former Yuan Feng had fallen far behind, and to turn the tide, he would have to put in much more effort.

He was currently stuck at the second level of the Condensation Realm, while his peers were already at the third level or higher. The former Yuan Feng had been accustomed to enduring, but he couldn't. The thought of living a life of ridicule and bullying was repulsive to him. Being bullied as a穿越者 would be a disgrace to all穿越者.

"Hey? Look, look, isn't that Waste Feng? This guy is still alive!"

"Indeed, it's Waste Feng. Tsk, tsk, I heard he wanted to win a beauty's smile and foolishly went to the Black Maple Forest to pick the Linglong Flower, accidentally falling into a valley. Now, the third young master of the Yuan family's heroic feat of entering the Black Maple Forest for a beauty has become a legend."

"Hehe, this guy should take a look at himself. Being such a waste, he actually wants to pursue the second miss of the Yun family. It's like a toad dreaming of eating a swan, disgracing our Yuan family."

"A waste like this might as well die. Living is just a waste of resources!" ...

Just as Yuan Feng approached the training ground, the young people practicing there noticed him. Seeing him approach, they stopped paying attention to Tong Instructor's demonstration and began whispering to each other.

"Uh, really?"

Just as he stood at the edge of the training ground, Yuan Feng heard the young people's comments. Hearing their sarcastic remarks, he was speechless.

These were all direct descendants of the Yuan family, essentially brothers. He thought they would show some leniency considering his injuries, but they only made things worse, using his injuries as a topic to mock him. It seemed he had underestimated how unpopular he was.

"Bang!!!"

"Hmph, how dare you! I work hard to teach you martial arts, and you still slack off. You are truly like mud that cannot be shaped into a wall."

The young people's whispers did not escape Tong Instructor's notice. With a stomp of his foot, his face darkened, and he stopped. Hearing his angry shout, the young people immediately straightened up, no longer whispering, and diligently practiced their punches.

"Hmph, that's enough for today. Continue tomorrow." Seemingly angry at their attitude, Tong Instructor waved his hand and left the training ground first.

Before leaving, he glanced at Yuan Feng at the edge of the training ground but said nothing.

Everyone in the Yuan family knew that Tong Instructor had a peculiar personality and did things as he pleased. If he was unhappy, no one could influence his decisions.

Making eye contact with Tong Instructor, Yuan Feng nodded but said nothing. To be honest, this Tong Instructor was not particularly kind to him. The former Yuan Feng was idle and unskilled, exactly the type Tong Instructor despised the most. Not deliberately making things difficult for him was already a lenient approach.

"Yo, yo, yo, this guy really has a strong life. He fell into a valley and didn't die. His life is really tough!"

"Tsk, tsk, a second-level martial artist at sixteen, he still has the nerve to live. If it were me, I would have killed myself long ago."

"Exactly, living is just a disgrace. I say this kind of person should be expelled from the family to save cultivation resources."

"Hehe, let's go, let's go. Stay away from this kind of freeloader. I heard there's marten meat for breakfast. Everyone, hurry to the dining hall, or it might be gone." ...

As Tong Instructor left, the young people immediately relaxed. One by one, they passed by Yuan Feng, deliberately making loud remarks.

Every word they said fell on Yuan Feng's ears, but he just shook his head and pretended not to hear.

"Hehe, brothers? These are my good brothers!" Watching the young people leave, Yuan Feng's fists subconsciously clenched.

This was a world where the stronger ruled. He was currently a second-level martial artist with injuries, while the others were at least third-level martial artists. Resisting at this moment would be unwise.

"Cultivation, to change everything, only through cultivation."

His eyes focused, he walked to a green stone beside the training ground and sat down in a meditative posture.

This was his first true cultivation. Calming his mind, the Yuan family's cultivation technique slowly began to circulate, and a thread of yuan energy was immediately mobilized from his lower abdomen.

Inheriting all the memories of the third young master, he did not find cultivation unfamiliar. Soon, he entered a state of cultivation.

After half an hour.

"This body is really in a terrible state. After a full cycle of yuan energy circulation, there is almost no increase. No wonder I've been stuck at the second level of the Condensation Realm for so long."

It took nearly half an hour for Yuan Feng to endure the pain and complete a full cycle of yuan energy circulation. Unfortunately, after a full cycle, the thread of yuan energy remained the same, with almost no improvement.

"Going on like this won't work. At this rate, even if I practice non-stop, it will take over a year to reach the third level of the Condensation Realm." Sucking his teeth, Yuan Feng couldn't help but frown. His current body was too weak, and his foundation was too poor. Clearly, the former third young master of the Yuan family had fallen far behind, leaving him with a mess to clean up.

"Take it step by step. As they say, diligence can make up for lack of talent. Once my injuries heal, I will start from the beginning and work twice as hard. I don't believe that with all my limbs intact, I will be worse than others!"

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he was not discouraged. In his previous life, he grew up in an orphanage and had faced all kinds of difficulties. Compared to his previous life, the current small difficulties were nothing.

No matter what, he had a heart that refused to be defeated and would never accept being behind.

"Third brother, third brother!"

At this moment, a slightly childish voice suddenly came from a distance. Hearing the voice, he instinctively turned his head and saw a boy of about eight or nine years old running towards him. The little guy was fast, holding a large white jade bowl, and was already in front of him.

"Xiao Dong?" Recognizing the person, Yuan Feng couldn't help but smile.

Yuan Dong, the youngest son of the fifth uncle of the Yuan family, was only nine years old but already showed some talent. He had already entered the initial stage of the Yuan family's cultivation technique and would join the morning practice after turning ten. Yuan Feng's father was the patriarch, busy with affairs, and he had never seen his mother. Only his fifth uncle's family, who had a good relationship with his father, treated him well. Usually, he spent the most time at his fifth uncle's place.

"Hehe, Third brother, I heard you were injured, so Xiao Dong specially brought marten meat from the kitchen to help you recover."

Yuan Dong smiled, handing the white jade bowl directly to Yuan Feng.

"Ha ha, little guy, you're the only one who cares about Third brother." Taking the jade bowl and placing it aside, Yuan Feng reached out to ruffle Yuan Dong's head, feeling a warm sensation in his heart. In his memory, the only person in this generation of the Yuan family who didn't look down on him was this little cousin.

"Hehe, Third brother is good to me, so Xiao Dong must be good to Third brother." The young boy's face showed an innocent smile. "Third brother, marten meat is best when it's hot. Third brother should eat quickly. I also need to go back and continue eating." He then ran back to the dining hall, like a little sprite.

"This little guy!" Watching Yuan Dong run away, Yuan Feng liked his little cousin even more.

"Marten meat, I'm really hungry!"

Looking down at the jade bowl, it was full of white, fragrant marten meat, making his mouth water. Marten, already a low-level monster, had delicious meat that was a rare delicacy. In Fengtian County, even the Yuan family couldn't often enjoy it.

However, just as Yuan Feng saw the marten meat, something strange happened.

In his mind, a blurry image suddenly flashed, untraceable but real. As he thought, the image appeared above his head, and at the same time, eight large characters appeared in his mind.

"Swallowing Heaven Divine Beast, Swallowing Heaven and Earth!"

"This, this is..."

Yuan Feng was stunned, looking at the beast image above his head. His heart was first filled with shock, but then he suddenly became excited.