Chapter 1

Fang Ling was very depressed!

To be more precise, Fang Ling, who had just regained consciousness, was very depressed!

To be even more precise, Fang Ling, who had just found himself in another world, felt very depressed!

The reason for his depression was only one: the things in his head!

As a young man who had just graduated from university and embarked on a career as a tour guide, he was at the age when he should be making his mark.

But just at this moment, in order to save a girl who was taking photos on a cliff in violation of the rules, he fell down himself!

Then...

Then he realized that he seemed to have been transported to another world!

Although his name was still Fang Ling, this body was three parts shorter, three parts thinner, and ten years younger than his previous one.

These were not the reasons for his depression. What depressed him the most was that he had something in his head.

When others were transported, they usually brought all sorts of secret manuals, divine skills, magical treasures, and heavenly caves. But what Fang Ling had in his head were travel maps of famous mountains and rivers.

To do a good job in the great and glorious career of a tour guide, Fang Ling had obtained a complete set of travel maps from a veteran guide at the cost of two meals, and stored them in his beloved, counterfeit phone that cost him 200 yuan.

The phone was probably smashed along with him, but... but how did these travel maps end up in this world with Fang Ling?

"Huangshan Travel Map!"

"Taishan Travel Map!"

"Kunlun Mountain Travel Map!"

"Potala Palace Travel Map!"

...

As he mentally flipped through these incredibly detailed travel maps, Fang Ling had only one thought.

What the hell! Is this how you screw someone over?

Others who were transported had all sorts of golden fingers, but you can't just give me a bunch of tour guide maps because I chose this profession.

Besides, after being transported, what good are these tour guide maps...

"Fang Ling, did you hear what I just said?" A voice tinged with dissatisfaction rang in Fang Ling's ears like a thunderclap.

Fang Ling looked up and saw a man with a black face and a beard, whose thick arms could run a horse, staring at him fiercely with his large, round eyes.

Fang Ling, still immersed in his resentment over the tour guide maps, hadn't heard clearly what the man said. However, the habit he had developed in school, of pretending to know what he didn't, made him instinctively respond quickly, "I heard everything clearly!"

The man grunted and didn't speak to Fang Ling again. Instead, he turned to the others standing next to Fang Ling and asked, "What about you? Did you hear everything clearly?"

"We heard everything clearly!"

Although there were only fifty people, their voices were incredibly powerful, with a momentum that seemed to reach the clouds!

Fang Ling looked at his companions, dressed in short clothes, all of them strong and robust, and only then began to think about his current situation.

And at the moment his thoughts flashed, a flood of information surged into his mind.

Fang Ling, fourteen years old, was the direct descendant of the Fang family, once the first family in Dingfang City, and currently, the only descendant.

Since his mother left without a word five years ago, he had been living with his adopted sister, Huashuying, who was two years younger than him.

To be more precise, it was Huashuying who had been taking care of Fang Ling.

Teenage dreams are all about fantasies, and young Fang Ling was no exception. His greatest dream was to become a disciple of the Nine Lotus Sect, a cultivator who could ride a sword through the nine heavens, and revitalize his family.

Unfortunately, dreams are full of hope, but reality is harsh. Although Fang Ling was very ambitious, his mediocre talent meant that he had only reached the second level of Qi Cultivation so far.

A few days ago, in order to increase his chances of passing the Nine Lotus Sect's selection in six months, Fang Ling forcibly broke through to the third level of Qi Cultivation. In the end, his inner Qi didn't break through, and he almost became paralyzed.

Now, the reason he could still move was that Huashuying had borrowed 3,000 gold taels from the Chen family in Dingfang City to buy him a Yang Pill.

The Fang family's life was barely getting by. Not to mention 3,000 gold taels, even 30 silver taels, Fang Ling and Huashuying couldn't repay!

The reason the Chen family, or rather, the eldest son of the Chen family, Chen Zhenghua, agreed to lend the 3,000 gold taels, was that Huashuying had pledged herself as collateral.

If they couldn't repay the 3,000 gold taels, she would become a slave to the Chen family.

Sixteen-year-old Huashuying, although she didn't wear makeup, was still known as the first beauty of Dingfang City.

The recovered Fang Ling could not let his sister, who had always taken care of him, become a slave to the Chen family. Besides, Chen Zhenghua had always had designs on Huashuying...

But 3,000 gold taels were like a huge mountain, making the two young people, who together were just thirty years old, feel suffocated.

To earn more money, Huashuying worked tirelessly and even fainted in front of the loom the day before yesterday.

But no matter how hard they worked, they were still far from the 3,000 gold taels.

Seeing Huashuying work so hard, young Fang Ling felt incredibly distressed. To earn the 3,000 gold taels, he secretly signed up for the treasure-picking team organized by the Treasure Pavilion.

The Treasure Pavilion organized people to pick various herbs in the secret realms of the blessed lands every year. As long as they completed the task, each picker would receive a substantial reward. A few years ago, someone had picked an eighth-grade spirit herb, the Snake Eagle Fruit, and the Treasure Pavilion rewarded him with 10,000 gold taels.

Rich rewards often came with great danger.

Each time a picking team set out, there were at least fifty people, but if five people returned, it was already considered a lot.

These secret realms of the blessed lands, besides man-eating beasts, were filled with pitfalls, spatial rifts, and even flames that could destroy both body and soul...

Once, a group of people were walking together, and a companion who was walking on the side was happily talking. Before he could finish his sentence, he was mysteriously split in two...

Spatial rifts, invisible but real!

Thinking of the dangers, Fang Ling's heart trembled. Although he wasn't a coward, he didn't want to die right after being transported.

But just as this thought of retreating arose, he felt a pain in his head, as if a soul was roaring loudly in his heart.

That soul was filled with unwillingness and indomitable spirit...

It was the indomitable spirit of a young man, the unwillingness of a young man, and the dream of a young man...

One by one, scenes appeared in Fang Ling's mind.

In these scenes, a little girl gave a tender chicken leg to a boy, while she herself struggled to swallow a hard bun as hard as a rock...

In these scenes, a boy and a girl clung tightly to each other in a storm...

In these scenes, when the boy was sick, the girl held him tightly...

The scenes flashed by quickly, but they depicted the most important experiences in the young man's heart...

Seeing these scenes, Fang Ling felt a sudden urge to cry. He couldn't help but say to the other soul in his heart, "Don't worry, I will never let my sister become a slave to the Chen family!"

As he said these words, the soul that was struggling against him suddenly calmed down. Then, Fang Ling felt a gentle warmth flow into his heart.

At that moment, he felt that he had completely merged with that young man.

They were Fang Ling!

"This picking, life and death are in the hands of fate, and wealth is in the hands of heaven!" The voice of the man with the large, round eyes rang out again.

"Based on past experience, we will still form groups of two. I hope those who are grouped together can help each other."

"Attendant Zhang, I, Skinny Monkey, can be grouped with anyone, but don't put me with Fang Ling. I'm here to work hard, not to be a nanny!" A thin, short young man nimbly jumped onto a rock and shouted at the man with the large, round eyes.

The thin man, who had a likable face, drew a burst of laughter with his agile jump and words.

Someone immediately followed, "Skinny Monkey is right, I'm here to earn money, not to be a nanny!"

...

Faced with this mocking discussion, Attendant Zhang seemed to have seen it all before. He said in a deep voice, "I won't force the grouping. You can form your own groups first, and I'll assign the rest."

As soon as he said this, the fifty or so men immediately fell into chaos. Many of them knew each other, so within a minute, most of them had found their partners.

Fang Ling, seeing the men who ignored him, felt a faint sense of disappointment. Just as he was thinking about what to do next, a fierce-looking, tall, and strong man walked up to him and said, "Lucky you, kid. I'm in a good mood, so I'll take you along."

As he spoke, the man grabbed Fang Ling's hand and said to Attendant Zhang, "Old Zhang, I'll take the young man."

Attendant Zhang, seeing the man's action, was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Form your own groups. Since you two are willing, it's fine."

Fang Ling, who had been a tour guide, knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. This man offering to help him was definitely not out of kindness.

As soon as Attendant Zhang finished speaking, he was about to speak up. But a surge of inner Qi suddenly came from the man's hand, suppressing him so that he couldn't speak.

This man's cultivation was at least at the fourth level of Qi Cultivation.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to suppress him to the point where he couldn't speak!

Since Fang Ling couldn't speak, he naturally couldn't object. The remaining people were quickly grouped by Attendant Zhang.

Under Attendant Zhang's lead, the group walked another five miles, and a mountain peak appeared before them.

The mountain wasn't very high, but Fang Ling felt as if it was surrounded by an invisible film. If he had to describe it, he would say that the mountain wasn't in this space at all.

"Gentlemen, we have arrived at the secret realm of Lashan. I hope everything goes well for everyone." Attendant Zhang looked at the mountain, his face showing a hint of concern.

Lashan Secret Realm! Hearing these four words, Fang Ling's face changed, and one of the thousands of travel maps in his mind suddenly lit up.

"Lashan Travel Map!"

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