That night, in Yang Zhen's room.
The candlelight flickered, and a child was reading at the desk.
It was about ten o'clock at night. Most people at this time were already asleep, but for Yang Zhen, it was the time to read.
What he was browsing was a county chronicle of Zhuyang County. There was a row of bookshelves in the side hall, and he picked this one.
This is a world where humans and monsters coexist. A thick county chronicle contains records of monsters hurting people everywhere, and there are also stories of immortals killing monsters.
What surprised Yang Zhen was the vastness of this world. According to the data given in the book, he roughly estimated that the area of one county alone was more than 100,000 to 200,000 square kilometers, equivalent to a province in his previous life. The entire Zhuyang County has nine counties under its jurisdiction, with a total area of nearly two million.
There are seventy-two counties in Xu State. How big is the territory?
Xu State only occupies a small corner of the world, how big is this world?
Compared with the vast land of Shuyang County, the county's population of four million does not appear to be large. Human beings almost all live together in groups, and the smallest village has more than a thousand people. Beyond these human strongholds lies the vast wilderness, which is a paradise for monsters.
Each village occupies a large area. These villages scattered in the wilderness are like candlelight in the dark night, and they are attacked by monsters from time to time. Scattered attacks could be repelled, but large-scale attacks often resulted in the demise of entire villages. Tragedies like that in Tianjiacun have happened more than ten times in the past century.
What is even more terrifying is a phenomenon called spiritual explosion. Once it occurs, the beasts in the entire area will be demonized. The damage caused at that time was far from the destruction of several villages.
There has been a spiritual explosion in Shuyang County in the past hundred years, in a place called Shangguan County.
In the end, all the immortals in the county were dispatched, and the beast tide was wiped out. However, Shangguan County was devastated and has not recovered yet.
Sorry for how difficult people’s lives are! In this world, if you are not a fairy, you will always be an ant!
Yang Zhen was filled with emotions.
After closing the book, he pressed his temples hard - his head was still a little swollen and painful.
Taking off her shoes and coat, Yang Zhen took a thin quilt to cover her and lay down on the bed.
The left hand against the wall is holding a small stone, and the right hand is holding a cup filled with water, and fell asleep...
…
When he woke up again, he indeed entered this mysterious stone space again.
Yang Zhen looked at herself. The cup and water are there, but the shoes, coat, and quilt are not on me.
It seems that something must be held in the hand and worn on the body to be brought into this space.
He turned in the direction of the seedling. The cloth bag, the copper coins, the spirit drops, and the wood carving were all there as expected.
There are twenty-five intact spiritual drops left, and one is right next to the milky white root of the seedling. The color is much darker, but it can be seen that there is still a lot of spiritual energy inside.
"The speed at which these seedlings absorb spiritual drops is not as fast as expected!" Yang Zhen thought: "It doesn't matter if it's like yesterday, these spiritual drops won't last a few days."
Looking at the seedling again, she had already branched out into a stem, like two green straws squeezed together, only separated in two directions at the top.
Yang Zhen gently touched the stem, which was tender and supple. He had a strange feeling, as if he were touching a child's body.
This made him want to play a prank. He stretched out his fingers and flicked hard on the top of the stem. There was a numbing and tingling sensation on his fingers, and he also felt an angry emotion.
"There really is a little life here!" Yang Zhen was overjoyed.
"But you have a bad temper. If you are a little rude, you will actually fight back." Yang Zhen was secretly amused, but the pity in her heart became even stronger.
"Want to drink some water?" To make up for his rashness, he asked a little flatteringly.
The seedlings were motionless and unresponsive.
"Then it's agreed."
Yang Zhen took the cup over and poured a circle of water around the seedlings.
The water soaked into the soil at a speed visible to the naked eye and disappeared quickly. Yang Zhen touched the seedling again, and this time she could feel the other person's joy and satisfaction.
"Then I'll leave it all to you!" He dug a small hole next to the seedling and poured all the water into it. This time the water did not disappear quickly and remained in the pit, shimmering slightly with white light.
After doing this, Yang Zhen moved her body and sat down next to the seedling.
Regardless of whether this little thing understood it or not, he rambled on about his experiences in the past few days.
"Tell me, why am I so unlucky to have traveled through time! Hey, I wonder how my parents are doing now?"
"This Zhao Mansion is pretty good, not like the wealthy families I imagined. It's also pretty good to me. I tell stories every day and I get rewarded..."
"Do you want to hear a story? Do you want me to tell you a piece of "Journey to the West"?"
"Mommy asked me to go to Zhu's house tomorrow. Have they found out everything? Do you think they will find out that I am a fake?"
…
Many of these are words that Yang Zhen holds deep in his heart. In this world, he has no one to talk to, not even the iron pillar who saved his life.
Travelers are lonely. If they have another soul in their hearts, they are destined to be lonely forever.
No one has the same kind, no one understands.
However, in this mysterious space, in front of a spiritual grass, Yang Zhen found someone to talk to.
Here, he doesn’t have to worry about his thoughts being known, nor does he have to worry about his identity being revealed. He can even comment on everyone he meets here without any scruples:
"Madam asked me to check the accounts, is this treating me like a gunman? Caiyan said she doesn't need me to find out anything, but if I really can't find anything, will Madam think I'm useless?"
"That girl Yue'er has a very bad temper. Every time I break a chapter, she feels like she wants to bite me to death. Huh, I just choose the most important place to stop and make her anxious."
"Mommy is very kind, and I can see that she was a beautiful woman when she was young."
"Are all the women who cultivate immortality beautiful? If my wife wants to stay with us, she will definitely be a first-line star, and she will be extremely popular."
"Caiyun really likes to laugh..."
"Caiyan is an excellent secretary..."
…
"I'm sleepy. I'll come find you tomorrow night. Hey, the things here should be taken out, right?"
Yang Zhen picked up the cup, grabbed a few more copper coins and put them in her arms. She lay down next to the grass and fell asleep...
…
This is a meadow full of flowers, with luxuriant grass and flying orioles and butterflies, like a fairy tale world.
The refreshing fragrance of flowers made him even more intoxicated, making him feel lazy.
It was as if a pair of slender hands were gently pressing his head, and a song like the sounds of nature sounded in his ears.
As the song soared, Yang Zhen felt like she was wrapped in a hazy white light, and her whole body felt warm.
A stream of warm current flows through every part of the body. Everywhere it reaches, it is like dry land, desperately absorbing the water. Slowly, the land was nourished, and the whole body seemed to come to life again, and the breath of life flourished.
The white light disappeared.
Yang Zhen suddenly had a realization: her soul and this body were finally completely integrated...
