Chapter 3

Lin Fei had a lewd spring dream.

In the dream, he was a revered emperor worshipped by thousands, with three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines, countless beauties of all kinds, dressed however he wanted them to be—cute little girls, fiery and seductive women, gentle and lovely maidens, pink-clad dominatrices, bikini-clad beach beauties... living a blissful life surrounded by women, envied by all.

But when he woke up from the spring dream, Lin Fei found himself in a tragic situation.

"Damn it, who's playing a prank at this hour? Get out here!"

Was this a joke? The comfortable Simmons bed he usually used, which could withstand three days and nights of intense activity, had now turned into a hard wooden bed, cold as ice. There was a large crack at the head of the bed, dark and deep enough to fit a fist. The quality of this wooden bed... it was terrible, something you'd only find in the countryside.

Not only had the Simmons bed turned into a wooden one, but Lin Fei also found himself unable to move, his entire body in excruciating pain. Even the slightest movement left him gasping for breath, as if his whole body was broken, the pain unbearable.

"Is it possible to be drained from a spring dream? Is this a joke?"

Without the Simmons bed, his body seemed to have problems, and the room was not his original room. It had become a dilapidated wooden house, damp and musty. This was too absurd. The various posters of cute girls and sexy photos on the walls were gone, replaced by old, cracked wooden boards. A spider-like creature was lazily weaving its web... Where the hell was he?

Lin Fei couldn't imagine or understand it. Had he been sleepwalking? His brain couldn't process it.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, Lin Fei's head throbbed with intense pain, and a flood of information rushed into his mind. He instinctively clutched his head, his forehead drenched in cold sweat, feeling utterly lost.

A moment later, Lin Fei's face was pale, his eyes vacant, and he helplessly gazed at the old wooden ceiling, a bitter smile involuntarily forming on his lips as the light filtered through the cracks.

"I've actually been transported to another world."

...

Lin Fei had just graduated from university. He wasn't handsome, but he had a well-built body, making it easy to attract girls. With his knowledge of games from his university days, he landed a job at a game company as a tester, checking for bugs and glitches. The main reason he took the job was for the cute girls.

The company offered excellent benefits, with plenty of girls to look at, and he could chat with them whenever he wanted, making his life quite comfortable. He had just had dinner with a pure, black-stockinged girl, planning to deepen their relationship, maybe even share a bed and discuss their life goals. But then his boss called him for a temporary game test, which turned into two days and nights of overtime. He fell asleep, and when he woke up, he found himself transported to another world, joining the ranks of the many who had been transported.

Lin Fei couldn't help but laugh and cry. This kind of good fortune had befallen him, but instead of a powerful identity, he got a weak one.

"Others who are transported become emperors or princes, surrounded by women, or they become wealthy and powerful dukes. But when it's my turn, I become a tragic kid no one cares about. This is so unfair."

The body he now inhabited was also named Lin Fei, the same age as him, seventeen. He was a disciple of the outer sect of the Divine Martial Gate, a second-rate sect in the Unfallen Dynasty, essentially a nobody. His other identity was more prestigious; he was the third young master of the Lin family, a playboy.

...

From the memories he absorbed, the previous owner was a real troublemaker, someone Lin Fei had never seen before.

The reason he joined the Divine Martial Gate as an outer sect disciple was due to a major incident.

The previous "Lin Fei" did something incredibly bold. On a dark and windy night, he sneaked into the city lord's residence, kissed the city lord's daughter, and almost succeeded in his intentions. Why didn't he succeed? It was simple; his strength was not enough, and he was injured by the city lord's daughter.

After the incident, the Lin family, fearing retribution from the city lord, used every means to send Lin Fei to the Divine Martial Gate as an outer sect disciple, essentially exiling him. This exile lasted four years.

"Being a man to this extent is a disgrace. It's just a girl. If it were me, I would have held her down and succeeded."

Lin Fei was highly contemptuous. As he reviewed the previous owner's history, he didn't know what to say. In summary:

A scoundrel, a big scoundrel.

...

After venting his frustration, Lin Fei had to accept the reality before him.

He had been transported to another world.

He was now the third young master of the Lin family.

Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it.

Lin Fei was an orphan with few friends, and he was adaptable. The only thing he was reluctant to part with was the hundreds of gigabytes of action movies and girl photos on his computer.

After a moment of reflection, Lin Fei was eager to understand one thing:

Who the hell dared to hit me!

In university, Lin Fei was a skilled fighter, known for his toughness. No one dared to hit him, and his well-built body was a result of his fighting.

After reviewing the memories, he finally understood what had happened.

The reason was simple. The Divine Martial Gate held monthly minor competitions and biannual major ones. The previous "Lin Fei" was provoked by someone and challenged them to a match. He was severely injured and died from his wounds, leaving the body to Lin Fei from Earth.

It was cliché, very cliché.

The person who defeated him was from a rival family of the Lin family. The previous "Lin Fei" was stubborn and fought someone at the fourth level of martial arts with his own second-level strength, being severely injured in just three moves. His resentment was deep.

"Another tragic kid. If it were me, I would have pretended to be a coward and waited for the right moment to strike back."

Lin Fei wasn't a good person; otherwise, he wouldn't have thrived in university. When the situation was against him, he would play the part of a coward, waiting for the right moment to turn the tables.

...

Understanding the full story, Lin Fei realized that the competition was not simple.

It was clear they wanted to kill him.

Subconsciously, Lin Fei began to see himself as the real Lin Fei, and a sense of impending danger washed over him.

"A minor monthly competition, even if it's just a sparring match, to use such force in just three moves is unreasonable. They clearly wanted me to die from my injuries. What a despicable act! What kind of grudge do they have against me?"

After careful reflection, Lin Fei found a clue.

"Being the third young master of the Lin family is not an easy position. The rival family wants me dead, and my own family exiled me. What a lousy identity!"

Lin Fei's mind raced, quickly understanding the situation.

The Lin family was currently very powerful. If he died at the Divine Martial Gate, it would cause significant turmoil for the Lin family, damaging their reputation for a long time. It was a form of indirect attack.

"If they can do this once, they will do it again. I need to find a way to deal with it. I, Lin Fei, will not be a coward forever. I will fight back and eventually destroy them."

A cold light flashed in Lin Fei's eyes. He had always been a competitive person, and he believed in being a hundred times more ruthless than his enemies.

Even in this new world, it was the same. He didn't want to die pointlessly; his life was just beginning.

"Zhang Chongsheng, Li Xiao, you better watch out!"

...

"Damn, am I really this bad?"

After checking his own talent, Lin Fei's face fell in disappointment.

He had thought the only way to survive was to cultivate and become stronger. But after reviewing the relevant memories, his face turned into a bitter gourd, and he sighed deeply, his confidence shattered.

At seventeen, his talent was average. Even if it was poor, he should have reached the fourth level of martial arts, where he could channel mystic energy, greatly increasing his strength and transforming his abilities.

But Lin Fei's body was only at the second level of martial arts at seventeen, a significant gap... too embarrassing to mention.

He felt ashamed.

The continent where Lin Fei found himself was called the Mystic Heaven Continent, vast and boundless, with a huge population. The Unfallen Dynasty was just a small kingdom within it.

On this continent, people cultivated mystic energy, a special form of energy.

Lin Fei was currently at the second level of martial arts, in the stage of drawing in energy, unable to use mystic energy.

During the competition, he was severely injured by Zhang Chongsheng, who was at the fourth level of martial arts and could channel mystic energy through his meridians, using it to attack. Lin Fei, relying on techniques, couldn't possibly win, like an egg hitting a stone, fragile and easily shattered.

"Am I, a person from Earth, destined to be a failure for the rest of my life?"

...

"Great, you're finally awake."

As Lin Fei was still struggling with how to face the future crisis, the large wooden door was suddenly opened, or rather, crashed open.

With great effort, he turned his head. In the setting sun, a tall figure stood at the door, the narrow wooden door almost blocked by a small mountain.

Tall and imposing.

Lin Fei thought to himself.

If he were on Earth, he would be a formidable presence.

Lin Fei immediately recognized the tall man as Gao Ren, a very amusing name. His parents must have had a good sense of humor, naming him "Gao Ren." He was Lin Fei's only friend at the Divine Martial Gate.

"Uh, I'm awake!"

Seemingly having absorbed the memories, Lin Fei noticed a change in his tone.

Gao Ren, without any hesitation, sat down at the head of the bed, causing the wooden bed to sink, almost unable to support his weight. Seeing Lin Fei's improved condition, he sighed softly, then his eyes flashed with cold light, "Damn bastards, I hope I never run into them again. I'll make those little shits pay!"

Lin Fei knew who Gao Ren was talking about and felt a warm sensation in his heart.

This was friendship.

This was a good brother.

In his memories, after becoming an outer sect disciple of the Divine Martial Gate, Gao Ren had helped him the most, saving him from many troubles.

After a round of curses, Gao Ren looked at his good friend, opening his mouth to speak but swallowing his words several times, as if hiding something he didn't want to mention.

"Gao Ren, are you hiding something from me?" Lin Fei asked.

In his memories, whenever Gao Ren wanted to hide something, he would always want to say it but then hold back.

"Hey, don't get angry," Gao Ren avoided eye contact, "I just came back and heard the outer sect enforcement hall's decision. For the next half month, you'll be assigned to the farm to slaughter low-level demons."

In the Divine Martial Gate, losing a sparring match in the monthly competition meant a punishment, essentially doing menial labor for half a month.

All outer sect disciples had to follow the rules.

Lin Fei, having lost the sparring match, would certainly be punished.

Slaughtering low-level demons at the farm was, for the current Lin Fei, an impossible task.

"Too much!"

Lin Fei didn't need to guess; it was definitely those bastards trying to finish him off.

Gao Ren watched Lin Fei with concern. Normally, hearing such news would make him explode with anger, but today, he was surprisingly calm.

"Has he finally come to his senses?"

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