Chapter 4

Cheng Pan sat in the cabin, practicing the basic cultivation techniques he had brought from the main god space. After experiencing the life-and-death escape of the past few days, Cheng Pan was particularly concerned about how to enhance his strength. After all, this world was too dangerous for a young man who had grown up in a peaceful and prosperous environment. The basic internal cultivation technique was quite effective. Two days ago, when Cheng Pan held his "family-inherited health-preserving technique" and sought advice from Zhang Sanfeng, the real person gave high praise to this cultivation technique, describing it as peaceful, ingeniously simple, and with great potential. Under the admiration of Zhang Sanfeng, Cheng Pan fully realized what it meant for something to be produced by the main god, which must be of high quality. With the guidance of Zhang Sanfeng and his super-sense's understanding of every blood vessel in his body, he managed to sense the qi in just one afternoon, a speed that surprised those around him. Zhang Sanfeng, moved by his talent, wanted to take him under his wing at Wudang. He even taught him the original Tai Chi Chuan.

Cheng Pan was now focusing on the small bean-sized ball of true qi in his body. After dozens of rounds of basic internal cultivation, this ball of true qi had begun to grow slightly. At the same time, the bruise on his arm from a few days ago had been resolved by the true qi. Normally, this wouldn't have been possible so quickly, but Cheng Pan used his super-sense to micro-manage the true qi at the site of the internal injury.

Generally, internal martial arts experts need to practice for sixty years to gain the mysterious ability of internal vision. These cultivators who have achieved some success have a thorough understanding of their bodies, can continuously clear the internal injuries from their early martial arts training, and slow down the aging of the fine parts of their bodies. Cheng Pan, at the beginner stage, possessed an ability similar to internal vision, allowing him to remove internal injuries as soon as they formed. Moreover, his young body was much more vibrant than those of the internal vision practitioners who were nearly sixty years old. This caused Cheng Pan's internal strength and physical fitness to change at an unimaginable speed. In the past few days, Cheng Pan's appetite had increased significantly, out of proportion to his body size. At the same time, he felt a noticeable improvement in his strength and reaction speed, although the changes were not yet significant after just a few days of practice.

Five hours later, Cheng Pan deeply exhaled a white breath (similar to the mist exhaled in winter) that shot two meters away. Cheng Pan ended his meditation. The waves outside the cabin slapped against the ship. In half a day, it would be time for Zhang Wujie and Zhang Sanfeng to part ways. Cheng Pan lay on the bed, pondering his next move.

One path was to go up the mountain with Zhang Sanfeng, which would allow him to avoid the turmoil and, with his knowledge of the plot, avoid all dangers. Cheng Pan was a lazy person, and this peaceful path was very tempting to him. But there was always a sense of dissatisfaction. "Before I came to this world, I lived like this, following the rules. Do I have to follow the rules for another few decades in this world? In this martial arts world, there are internal cultivation techniques I never dared to imagine in my previous life. I can live a more exciting life, and I have knowledge that is hundreds of years ahead of this world. How can I remain ordinary? As long as I act, I won't be ordinary." Cheng Pan was torn between comfort and passion. Suddenly, he thought of the four Mongol archers who shot at him a few days ago. Their eyes were filled with a perverted excitement, similar to the look of farmers slaughtering pigs and sheep. Thinking of this, Cheng Pan felt a surge of blood to his head. "Damn, a man lives by his breath. In the past, I vented my anger about this history online, but now that I have the chance to change it, I can't back down. As my internal strength improves, I'll be more careful (he still valued his life very much)." Cheng Pan finally made up his mind. After multiple transmigrations, Cheng Pan would look back on this decision and feel somewhat speechless about his past.

The next morning, Chang Yuchun said goodbye to Zhang Wujie and Zhang Sanfeng and set off for Butterfly Valley. Now only Cheng Pan, Zhang Sanfeng, and the tearful little girl Zhou Zhiruo were left. Zhou Ziwang and his son had died from poisoned arrows a few days ago, a common fate for extras in the plot.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng said, "Cheng Xiaoyou, you have excellent bone structure (note: the main god had repaired and corrected his bones) and superior comprehension (note: thanks to the golden finger, he quickly found the qi sensation, though he was actually just a piece of rotten wood). How about joining our Wudang?"

Cheng Pan knelt down (though a man's knees are golden, kneeling to a 100-year-old bt wasn't shameful) and said with a prepared speech, "Disciple wishes to join Wudang, but the Tartars still occupy China. As a man, I cannot avoid my duty. If I am still alive in forty years, I will come to the mountain to apologize to the real person." This person had decided on his retirement location. Zhang Sanfeng looked at Cheng Pan with admiration and said, "You have such resolve, I will not stop you. Take care." Zhang Sanfeng then left with the little girl Zhou Zhiruo, and Cheng Pan also got up and left.

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The next day, Cheng Pan appeared in Dangyang City, Hubei, at 3 PM. The autumn sun was warm. Various people were coming and going on the street, some arrogant, like the Mongols with curved swords forcing sales, some wealthy, in fine silk clothing in large shops, and more commoners in thin, rough cloth.

Cheng Pan was now dressed as a beggar, his face covered in dust. He carefully played the role of a beggar, hiding in a corner and watching the "fat sheep" walking on the street. Yes, "fat sheep."

Last night, after leaving Zhang Sanfeng, Cheng Pan carefully thought about it. To take revenge on society—no, that's not the right way to put it. To break the dark world ruled by the Mongols, he had to rebel. To rebel, he needed followers. Cheng Pan didn't think he had the aura of a leader; in primary school, middle school, high school, and university, he always chose to be a class officer rather than be chosen, and he had the self-awareness of a commoner. To realize the dream of having countless followers, he needed money. Fortunately, he had the ability to capture objects with his mind. When the main god space partially merged with Cheng Pan's soul, it gave him two golden fingers. One was a powerful spatial sense, and the other was a storage space in his mind. These two abilities were interconnected because a part of space had merged with Cheng Pan's soul, forming an independent space. This independent space had a certain interaction with the external space, allowing the soul that had merged with the space to sense a certain range of the external space. Under this sensing, Cheng Pan could capture a soulless object from the external space into his soul space. Of course, it had to be a soulless object because Cheng Pan's mind space contained his own soul, which could not conflict with an external soul. He could not capture living beings. A living being is a combination of a physical body and a soul, and they cannot be separated unless the person is killed. Therefore, Cheng Pan's soul space could not capture living things, which had no killing power.

However, this ability was extremely sneaky. On the street, one by one, the contents of the purses were unknowingly replaced with stones, and no one knew that the beggar two meters away had invented a unique non-contact theft method in this world.

In Dangyang City, he changed locations several times and committed nearly a hundred thefts (he was still habitually cautious about his life). From the well-dressed, the counters of pawnshops, and carriages, he harvested forty to fifty kilograms of silver, two kilograms of gold, and an unknown amount of paper money. Sometimes the victims would notice their pockets were lighter and shout "thief," but after scanning Cheng Pan's empty beggar's clothes, they would turn their suspicious eyes to those with thick clothing. Once, after a fat man shouted "thief," four or five people simultaneously discovered their silver had disappeared. Among the victims were several Mongols, who began to search people on the street, regardless of gender. Cheng Pan's only loss was being whipped by each extremely dissatisfied victim. This whipping also made Cheng Pan stop, not out of a change of heart, but to prepare to leave the city and start his rebellion.

In the evening, Cheng Pan fantasized about the future, leading an army to Dangyang and whipping every Mongol here. He changed into clean clothes, boarded a boat, and left Dangyang.

The next day after he left Dangyang, the Danyang government office was in chaos due to various prominent victims. Two thousand taels of silver worth of goods were stolen from the pockets of over a hundred people and eight shops, forming a legend in the Dangyang area. But that's another story, not to be told here.

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