A Tragic Transmigrator

Xuantian Continent was a world of cultivators, where everyone revered cultivation and pursued immortality.

Even peddlers and laborers hoped to cultivate, soar into the sky in a single leap, and change their fate.

In the Dongjiang Region of Qingzhou, a relatively remote area, there was a small city of cultivators called Wannan City.

Many people who dreamed of cultivating and pursuing immortality lived here.

Having just awakened from unconsciousness, Chen Ze felt this information continuously crashing into his mind.

"Have I transmigrated? Into a cultivation world? But why are all the original owner's memories such bad ones?"

After getting to his feet, Chen Ze looked around this unfamiliar world, his eyes somewhat lost.

"How did I transmigrate?"

Chen Ze's memories of his original life were extremely hazy. He only remembered that he had been a modern person.

Now, his mind was filled with the memories this body had left behind, while his own memories only extended as far as before his transmigration.

Chen Ze was currently in Wannan City. Although Wannan City was remote, it was the place closest to cultivation within several thousand miles.

That was because five hundred li north of Wannan City stood an immortal mountain, and atop it was a cultivation sect called the Qingyun Sect.

Wannan City was the city closest to the Qingyun Sect, so many seekers of immortality and the Dao chose to settle here.

Over time, Wannan City developed into a city where cultivators gathered.

Every ten years, the Qingyun Sect held a selection to recruit disciples.

Countless people longed to be chosen, join the Qingyun Sect, and set foot upon the Immortal Path.

Even if their Spiritual Roots were poor and they could not become Inner Disciples or Outer Disciples,

many still hoped to have some connection to cultivation. Even if they could only become Service Disciples, they still wanted to enter the immortal sect.

The Qingyun Sect was a cultivation sect with tens of thousands of people. Whether Inner Disciples or Outer Disciples, their foremost task was to seize every moment to cultivate and improve their cultivation.

Those who fell behind would be beaten. Every cultivator understood that principle.

And within the Qingyun Sect, there were many miscellaneous tasks that needed doing, so the Qingyun Sect also recruited some Service Disciples every year.

"So the original owner was only a Service Disciple. His talent was far too poor. How was he supposed to cultivate like this?" Chen Ze sighed, then continued sorting through the memories in his mind.

The Qingyun Sect's Service Disciples did not merely perform odd jobs.

Since they were called disciples, they would naturally still be taught some basic cultivation techniques.

The purpose of teaching them those techniques was only to make these Service Disciples physically stronger, so they could do more work.

Yet those who sought immortality did not see things that way. They were unwilling to sink into mediocrity.

They believed that as long as they entered an immortal sect, they would have something to do with cultivation.

As long as they continued working hard, one day they could become Outer Disciples, or even Inner Disciples.

But no matter how much these people dreamed, it was nothing but fantasy.

Before accepting disciples, every sect tested their Spiritual Roots.

With a High-grade Spiritual Root, one was destined for the Golden Core Realm and could directly enter the inner sect.

With a Mid-grade Spiritual Root, one could at least reach the Foundation Establishment Realm and enter the outer sect.

But with a Low-grade Spirit Root, even after a lifetime of roughly a hundred years, breaking through Qi Refining would be difficult.

If they joined the Qingyun Sect, they could only become Service Disciples.

As for those without Spiritual Roots, they were destined to have no affinity with cultivation and could only remain mortals for the rest of their lives.

Yet there were always people who dreamed of sudden fortuitous encounters, of opportunities that would let them soar into the sky and defy heaven to change their fate. That was simply wishful thinking.

Where could there be so many chances to defy heaven and change one's fate? It was all nothing more than mortal fantasy.

How far a person could travel on the road of cultivation and immortality had already been determined from the day they were born.

Those with Low-grade Spirit Roots, and those with no Spiritual Roots, had no hope in this life.

This life was bitter enough. Better luck in the next one—be reborn into a good family!

"Alas!" Recalling this much, Chen Ze sighed.

The original owner was also named Chen Ze, and he was the same age as Chen Ze—exactly thirty-two.

The original owner had originally been a Service Disciple of the Qingyun Sect, and his dream had been to cultivate and pursue immortality.

However, he possessed an Earth-element Low-grade Spiritual Root, which had long since determined his fate.

Because he had an Earth-element Low-grade Spiritual Root, he had been directly assigned to farm in the Qingyun Sect's Spirit Fields, and his daily work was tilling the land.

The original owner entered the Qingyun Sect at fifteen, and he worked there for a full fifteen years.

After fifteen years, he had only cultivated to the Qi Refining Second Layer. He was merely a little stronger than ordinary mortals and could not be considered a true cultivator at all.

Originally, the original owner had planned to persist and keep working hard. He was only thirty this year, so he still had at least sixty years to strive for Foundation Establishment.

Upon reaching the Foundation Establishment Realm, one would have a lifespan of two hundred years. Reaching that realm also meant truly stepping onto the path of cultivation, and he could even join the inner sect.

But he had never imagined that he would be driven down the mountain on the grounds that his cultivation progress was too slow and the sect did not support idlers.

From the moment he heard the news until he was driven down the mountain, his entire mind had been blank.

His cultivation speed had been somewhat slow. Other Service Disciples could reach the Qi Refining Second Layer in ten years.

But those Service Disciples had all slacked off and had not farmed properly.

They merely completed the quantities the sect required them to submit, so they had more time to cultivate than he did.

He himself had farmed diligently and conscientiously. Every year, the Spirit Rice and spirit vegetables he submitted exceeded the quota, sometimes even doubling what others handed in.

Whenever he turned in the harvest, he was praised by the steward.

The steward praised him for doing well and told him to keep working hard, saying that he would report Chen Ze's merits to those above.

He had been so happy. At last, someone had seen his efforts and recognized his excellence.

He had thought this would earn him appreciation, but he never expected his cultivation to fall behind, and for him to be directly expelled from the sect.

Only after being driven out of the sect gates did he learn that the extra Spirit Rice and spirit vegetables he handed in every year had never been reported. They had all been swallowed by the steward.

After learning this, he wanted to go up the mountain and question the steward, but he was no longer a Qingyun Sect disciple and was not qualified to ascend the mountain.

He refused to accept it. He wanted to make a scene.

In the end, he was beaten up and directly thrown out.

He did not believe it would end like this. He wanted revenge, and he hated the steward who had embezzled his achievements.

He wanted to cultivate, but cultivation required Cultivation Resources.

Within the Qingyun Sect, formations gathered abundant Spiritual Energy, and there was a yearly reward of one Qi Gathering Pill, allowing him to cultivate with difficulty.

Now that he had left the Qingyun Sect, he did not know where to find Cultivation Resources, nor did he know how to walk the road ahead. In the end, he wandered unsteadily into Wannan City.

Wannan City also had quite a few cultivators. There was a market here, and there were Cultivation Resources as well, but all of them required Spirit Stones to purchase.

He seemed to see hope again. He rented a house in the Commoner District and pondered how to earn Spirit Stones and buy Cultivation Resources.

But after wandering around Wannan City for a month, he discovered that, as a cultivator at the Qi Refining Second Layer, he was not even a match for those Rogue Cultivators.

After so many years in the Qingyun Sect, he had only learned a Low-grade Yellow Tier cultivation technique and the craft of farming. He knew nothing else.

He had no skill that could earn Spirit Stones. He only knew how to farm, but where could he find a Spirit Field to cultivate?

Within the Qingyun Sect, Spirit Fields required the support of formations to ensure abundant Spiritual Energy before Spirit Rice and spirit vegetables could be grown.

Outside the Qingyun Sect, only major powers possessed Spirit Fields. Even if he went to work for one, he could only spend his life farming again.

He knew his life was over, that he would never again have any connection to cultivation. He began drinking heavily, drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

He drank for two years straight, doing nothing and not cultivating, only drinking until he had spent all his savings.

Until last night, after finishing his final meal of wine, the tavern demanded payment. He had no money and tried to cause trouble in his drunkenness, only to be beaten and thrown out of the tavern.

Late that night, he crawled up and staggered back to the rented house. After entering, he collapsed onto the floor.

"Ah!"

After recalling all the original owner's memories, Chen Ze could not help shaking his head and sighing.

"Too miserable!"

"I'm fucking miserable. Why did I transmigrate into the body of this useless piece of trash?

"Other transmigrators become sect prodigies, sons of heaven, sweeping aside all who refuse to submit. If gods block them, they kill gods; if Buddhas block them, they kill Buddhas."

Chen Ze's eyes were filled with disappointment as he looked at the bare walls of the house.

Even this house was rented. The original owner had left behind absolutely nothing.

Chen Ze almost wanted to drink himself to death like the original owner and be reborn into a better family in the next life.

Suddenly, Chen Ze seemed to remember something.

"Where was the cheat that every transmigrator was supposed to have?"