Lin Changsheng, a twenty-eight-year-old ordinary young man living on Blue Star, was also a seasoned homebody.
His hobbies were simple: he only liked watching anime and listening to beautiful-voiced Young Misses.
This time, after spending several years of savings, he could finally meet his online Young Miss friend offline in two days.
He was so excited that he tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night.
...
The next day,
The moment he truly saw his goddess, it was as if a painting shattered. The Young Miss he had been longing for was actually an old woman over fifty with a plump figure.
Lin Changsheng's mind went blank on the spot, and he fainted.
"I used to think it was a joke, just a funny story. I never expected to actually encounter it."
...
Desolate Province, outside Qingmu Town.
A dilapidated and messy shantytown.
A pale-faced young man slowly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a dark, confined small room.
Around him were thick walls made of three-foot square blue bricks, looking extremely sturdy.
The empty little room was old and simple.
It was dark and stuffy, with a faint musty smell.
He himself was lying on a tattered old futon, holding an empty jade bottle tightly in his hand.
He touched it; it was smooth and delicate, and the jade, like suet, was probably worth a fortune.
He couldn't help but squeeze it tightly, and Lin Changsheng only felt his body was like a broken rag with holes, weak and sore all over, as if he had been severely beaten.
"Was I kidnapped, or was it a honey trap?"
A bold guess emerged from his mind.
Suddenly, Lin Changsheng looked down and saw his wide sleeves.
He was stunned.
"Why am I wearing a set of old ancient clothes? What's going on with these clothes?"
Just as he was utterly confused, intense pain assaulted his head, like a thousand-pound boulder pressing down.
Lin Changsheng immediately groaned and fell straight to the ground, then a large amount of bizarre memories surged from his mind.
Scene after scene flashed rapidly in his mind, and it took several hours for them to stop.
During this time, Lin Changsheng's worldview was constantly changing.
"What? I Transmigrated, and it's a Cultivation world?"
Lin Changsheng's eyes widened, full of surprise.
He couldn't help but pinch his right cheek hard.
"Hiss, it hurts so much. It's not a dream!"
After a long while, he took a deep breath. He reluctantly accepted the reality that he had Transmigrated to a Cultivation world.
Thinking of the car and house he had just bought, he silently sighed.
He had achieved success, owned both a car and a house, but before he could enjoy them, he Transmigrated. And that old woman who had scammed him...
Although he was just a nine-to-five worker in his previous life, he held multiple jobs, continued working after hours, and was both hardworking and competitive. He invested a sum with his savings and made a fortune.
His life was quite leisurely and comfortable.
On weekdays, his biggest hobby was watching beautiful-voiced Young Misses and drinking happy fat house water. When he had nothing to do, he would read novels written by flop authors and then complain about them, enjoying every day.
He never expected that just by talking too much, he would actually Transmigrate. And to a Cultivation world that devoured people without spitting out their bones.
In this world, Cultivators often fought each other for resources, becoming rogue Cultivators.
There were also extremely ferocious Yao Beasts that could swallow entire Immortal Cities in one gulp, using the flesh and blood of Cultivators as their sustenance. Furthermore, evil Cultivators and demonic Cultivators frequently massacred Cultivators and Mortals as expendable materials, making the entire Cultivation world extremely chaotic.
Although he learned from scattered memories that he was also a Cultivator, he was just a small Cultivator from the Mortal world.
He was penniless and had no backing.
He didn't even know many Spells, and he had no Magical Artifacts. His only treasure was a "hoe" that was considered a Sharp Weapon in the Mortal world.
Lin Changsheng slowly got up and walked around the room; it was destitute and drafty.
He wore coarse linen clothes, stained with a lot of yellow mud. Nothing about him resembled the Immortal Qi-filled Cultivators in his impression.
Looking at the hoe by the door, which was somewhat rusty due to its age,
He looked more like a diligent old farmer than a noble Cultivator.
"Could it be farming Cultivation?"
Standing aside, Lin Changsheng's mind wandered again.
He then picked up the bronze mirror on the table and examined it carefully. He saw a figure in the mirror with distinct facial features, sword-like eyebrows extending to his temples, subtly carrying a hint of steadfastness.
"Tsk tsk, if I were on Blue Star, I could make a living relying on my looks."
He slightly curled his lips. At least he wasn't burly, and he had some semblance of a Cultivator.
He continued to sort through the memories in his mind.
It was largely as Lin Changsheng had imagined.
The original owner had embarked on the path of Cultivation by chance. After that, he had always been a Spiritual Farmer who worked hard from dawn till dusk.
"So he was just a novice Spiritual Farmer who had just entered the Cultivation world, and his Aptitude wasn't good either."
Others started as either the Sect Leader's rich second generation or peerless Geniuses. Why was his Transmigration so pathetic?
Taking a deep breath, Lin Changsheng continued to look through the memories. It turned out that the original owner was a Martial Artist Genius in the secular world. At a young age, he had Cultivated to the realm of a Martial Dao Grandmaster, becoming famous far and wide.
"It's a pity it's not very useful. A Martial Dao Grandmaster is only comparable to the strength of Qi Refining two or three layers. The Martial Dao's internal Qi can't even break through a Cultivator's protective Spiritual Light."
Lin Changsheng didn't find this strange. From his memories, he knew that Cultivators absorbed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, while Martial Artists used their own vital Qi and blood. The two were like an egg hitting a rock, fundamentally different.
As for his Aptitude, it was considered at the bottom. He was merely a Four Spiritual Roots Cultivator, who had only reached the Middle Stage of Qi Refining third layer after ten years of Cultivating in the market.
During the day, he diligently managed the spiritual fields, and at night, he Cultivated in a dilapidated, drafty shack. His life was predictable. If it weren't for his firm Dao Heart, he would have long found it difficult to accept such a huge disparity in status and given up on Cultivation.
After all, his predecessor was a famous Martial Arts expert in the secular world. Riches and honor were readily available, so why struggle here?
This time, he had scraped together his entire family fortune to buy a Golden Marrow Pill to aid his Breakthrough to the Middle Stage of Qi Refining. However, this Medicinal Pill had a big problem; it was a failed, semi-Waste Medicinal Pill.
The original owner only barely discovered this problem halfway through his Breakthrough, and ultimately, caught between a rock and a hard place, decided to push through. But he did not succeed in his Breakthrough.
This led to a backlash of pill poison, the reversal of his magical power, and the rampage of Spiritual Qi in his Dantian.
Ultimately, he died, allowing Lin Changsheng to Transmigrate here.
"Fake medicine really kills people! No wonder I'm so sore all over. Turns out the original owner just died directly from a failed Breakthrough."
He silently complained, looking at the empty bottle in his hand. He remembered that this Medicinal Pill was apparently sold to him by the spiritual field manager, his direct superior.
The Medicinal Pill's appearance looked suffused with Spiritual Qi, and aside from being a sub-standard Medicinal Pill with slightly weaker efficacy, there were no problems.
He figured he had been scammed by that old fellow, and he wondered what methods he used to disguise the Medicinal Pill so that the original owner didn't notice.
