In late autumn, the autumn mood is desolate, and the yellow leaves all over the sky are dancing in the wind.
It has been raining continuously for the past two days and the temperature has dropped sharply.
The moist wind was blowing with fine raindrops, and there was a cold atmosphere everywhere.
Su Fan was lying on a dirty and broken bed, with layers of bandages tied around his body like a mummy. The room was filled with a pungent smell of medicine.
He weakly tightened the quilt around him and stared blankly at the roof.
I have a house and a car on Earth, and I live a good life. How could I be transported to this ghost place after just one sleep?
The owner of this body has the same name as him, and he is an immortal cultivator.
In myths and legends, he is the immortal who rides on the wind and controls the universe, and cuts across thousands of miles with his sword.
They capture dragons as riders, use cranes as companions, eat the wind and drink the dew, live forever, and enjoy the supreme freedom in the world!
But with the sporadic memories appearing intermittently, Su Fan finally saw the true face of this fantasy and treacherous world.
The immortal cultivators in this world are indeed very powerful, and they can live forever, and even live as long as heaven and earth.
But those people are only a very small number among thousands of monks.
A casual cultivator like him who would risk his life for a spiritual stone is no different from an ant.
Legends are so deceptive, only what is written in mortals is true.
But Old Demon Han is a sect disciple of Huang Maple Valley, and he can pick up a Sky Palm Bottle just walking around.
There was nothing in his predecessor. Throughout his cultivation career, it was full of tears.
The memory of this body is filled with humiliation and unwillingness.
Standing at the end of the year, wandering in a foreign land.
With the qualifications of the Four Spiritual Roots, the bottleneck of the second level of Qi training has stuck with him for more than ten years.
Cultivation in the immortal way is difficult, and it can be said that every step is dangerous, like walking on thin ice.
He felt a little homesick again, that eighteenth-tier town.
Su Fan had no ambitions. After graduation, his classmates all worked hard in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, and he was the only one who returned to his hometown.
The pace of life is slow and consumption is low.
If you have no pursuits, you can lie down comfortably for the rest of your life.
Here he can afford to live in a two-bedroom apartment with not many apartments, and he can also afford to buy a cheap and cost-effective domestic SUV.
If it hadn't been for divorce, his life would have been complete.
"I really miss my child..."
If you lose your father at such a young age, what will you do if you are bullied in the future?
Thinking of this, Su Fan sighed.
"I can't go back, I still have to live life..."
He glanced at the ancient book on the bedside, picked it up and flipped through it. The pages were torn and the second half had been torn out.
Frustrated, he threw the book aside.
I am so injured because of this book.
A few days ago, my predecessor was hired by the Shaoyang Sect to participate in the siege and suppression of evil cultivators in the mountains near Fang City.
I don't know what kind of bad luck I had, but I found a storage bag on the corpse of an evil cultivator.
Evil cultivators are like rats crossing the street, hiding everywhere every day, and they are all poor.
Except for a few spirit stones, the rest were in tatters, so the storage bag was still worth some spirit stones.
But for him, it was undoubtedly a small fortune.
It's pitiful that an immortal who has been cultivating for so many years doesn't even have a storage bag.
Then I discovered this broken book, which was a fragment of the body technique of the ancient demon sect "Tian Mo Sect", "Tian Mo Sacred Body Technique".
Due to the bottleneck period, the progress of the skills was almost non-existent. The predecessor began to practice physical training ten years ago.
After ten years of hard work, I have achieved some success.
So getting this book felt like a treasure.
Because the most unbelievable thing about this technique is that it can be practiced very fast, and it can even reach the sky in one step.
Demonic monks are very perverted and often do whatever they want in order to achieve their goals.
Although the speed of cultivation is amazing, it comes at a huge cost.
According to the general outline of the "Tianmo Sacred Body Technique", this set of exercises has no worries at all.
When the merits are perfect, the physical body can even transcend the rules of heaven and earth and become an immortal and immortal holy body of demons.
Although it sounds quite mysterious, in Su Fan's opinion, this is a method of seeking death.
It seems outrageous, but there is no such thing as a free lunch.
The first level of the technique involves attracting thunder from the sky into the body.
The speed of cultivation is so fast. As long as you survive the baptism of the thunder of heaven and earth, you can transform from a mortal body.
Reach the sky in one step and achieve the Thunder Tao Body.
The first cultivation is also the most dangerous, and only a very small number of people can survive the devastation of the thunder of heaven and earth.
As for the remaining people, they are probably all dead.
He finally knew how the Heavenly Demon Sect was wiped out, and they were all struck to death by lightning.
The person who created this technique is a psychopath.
Taking the risk of being struck by thunder and betting on the chance of a near-death life is so heartless.
Isn’t it good to live...
But his predecessor didn't think so. His four spiritual root qualifications were useless, the sect wouldn't accept him, and he wasn't a member of a family that cultivated immortals.
The way he obtains cultivation resources is to team up with others and go into the mountains to collect elixirs and hunt monsters.
Not only was it dangerous, but he also had to be exploited by the shops in the market, making life extremely difficult.
Coupled with his poor qualifications, after twenty years of practice, he is still stuck at the bottleneck of the second level of Qi training, unable to make any progress.
Now that I finally have an opportunity, how could I give up so easily?
Faced with such a heaven-defying technique, he had already been dazzled by the opportunity and made a resolute decision.
Risk your life.
And having a small amount of physical training is also the greatest confidence for him to take a gamble.
Of course, the final result was disastrous, but with the help of some modest physical skills, the physical body survived.
However, the soul could not survive the destruction of the thunder of heaven and earth, and finally died.
It was at this time that Su Fan traveled through time and took over this body.
When he opened his eyes, he almost fainted from the pain.
The skin and flesh were torn all over his body, the muscles and bones were broken, sticky blood dripped from the seven orifices, and the torn robes were scattered on the ground.
Su Fan had forgotten how he came back. He only remembered that he climbed into the house before dark.
He moved his body and grimaced in pain.
What a broken book, yet he reached the sky in one step and achieved the Thunder Dao Body.
Such bragging.
It has been three days and my body has not responded at all.
Su Fan closed his eyes and muttered something full of resentment.
When I opened my eyes again, there was a sudden flash in front of me, and then a screen popped up.
"This is……"
The familiar screen in front of him was the character panel of a Xianxia game he played before traveling through time.
【Name】Su Fan
【Yangshou】36/92 years old
[Realm] Qi training level 2: 99/100
【Gong method】
1. Hunyuan Gong (first level): 22/100.
2. Horizontal body training (level 2): 45/200
3. Heavenly Demon Holy Body Technique (Level 1): 100/100
【Spell】None
【Skill】None
[Supernatural power] None
After looking at it in confusion for a while, Su Fan reached out to the panel.
My finger passed directly through the screen, as if the panel didn't exist.
What is going on? Could it be that the game has also followed suit?
Su Fan was a little excited. Could this be my golden finger?
He tried to operate the panel, but no matter what he did, the panel didn't respond at all.
That's it……
This panel has no other purpose except to digitize his attributes.
Su Fan sighed. He originally thought it was something against the heavens, but who would have thought it was such a thing.
The progress of the technique is clear at a glance, concise and clear.
This is not bad, better than nothing.
[Yangshou] 36/92 years old, he is a cultivator after all, and he will definitely live a long life in the secular world.
[Realm] Second level of Qi training: 99/100. The bottleneck of cultivation is like a piece of paper, it just depends on when it is broken.
Hunyuan Gong is a technique he has practiced for twenty years and is very popular among casual practitioners.
The advantage is that it is neutral and peaceful, with a solid foundation, but the disadvantage is that it is slow.
Su Fan thought that the things described in the Demon Holy Body Technique and the general outline of the exercise were just bragging, but he had no evidence.
Anyway, I don’t plan to touch the magic sect’s techniques in the future.
He practiced body-building skills horizontally, and was a minor in physical training in his previous life. He practiced hard for ten years and only recently broke through to the second level, which shows how difficult physical training is.
Except for exercises, spells, magical powers, and skills, none of them appear on the panel.
The magical power is too high-end, let’s not mention that for now.
Ordinarily, after practicing for twenty years, I should learn some self-defense spells and skills to make a living.
Su Fan thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out.
The memories left by his predecessor were relatively complete except for the recent ones.
But going forward, it becomes more blurry, with only scattered fragments.
In any case, through the data-based panel, Su Fan had a clear understanding of his own strength.
He's just a weakling.
With such strength, he still dares to go into the mountains to hunt monsters, and even dares to be hired by the Shaoyang Sect to encircle and suppress evil cultivators.
It’s a blessing to be alive until now.
I can’t be so promiscuous in the future, I should just be a real life player.
I lay on the broken bed and thought about it all afternoon.
It wasn't until he was hungry that Su Fan carefully got out of bed and scooped out a spoonful of spiritual rice from the rice vat next to him.
Lingmi is plump, slender, crystal clear, and looks great.
The stove is no different from the one in my grandmother's house in the countryside in my previous life. Coupled with the body's instinctive program memory, cooking is not difficult.
The water in the pot boiled, and the unique aroma of Lingmi suddenly filled the room.
Su Fan sat next to the stove and looked around.
This room is about fifty or sixty square meters, divided into two parts: inside and outside.
There is also a small courtyard outside, which is a little larger than the inside.
The furnishings in the south room are very simple, with a few cabinets standing against the wall, a broken bed under the window, and a futon and a kang table on the floor next to it.
The north room is the kitchen, with the stove and water tank on the left, the chopping board and cabinets on the other side, and firewood piled in the corner.
Just this shabby house, the rent is a spiritual stone.
Don't think it's too expensive. Once you cancel the lease, I don't know how many casual cultivators are crying and clamoring to move in.
After all, this place is very close to Shaoyang Paifang City, so at least safety can be guaranteed.
What's more important is that the spiritual energy in other places is not even the slightest bit worse than here.
The spiritual rice was cooked, and I couldn't wait to open the lid of the pot. There was a big bowl of steaming spiritual rice.
Picked up the chopsticks and took a bite eagerly.
It smells so good.
The Thai jasmine rice and Wuchang rice I had eaten before were all weak.
Just make this bowl of spiritual rice, and you won't suffer any loss in cultivating immortality.
After meals should be the best time to practice, absorb and digest the spiritual energy in the spiritual rice.
But Su Fan was injured and could only lie on the bed in a daze.
There are no games or mobile phones here, it’s boring as hell.
In order to pass the time, he found a miscellany of customs and customs to learn more about the world.
