The Tragic Transmigrator

The Xuantian Continent is a world of cultivators where everyone reveres the Immortal Path and pursues eternal life.

Even peddlers and laborers hope to cultivate, hoping to soar into the sky and change their destiny.

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

Many people who dream of cultivation and pursue immortality reside here.

Chen Ze, having just regained consciousness from a coma, felt this information constantly bombarding his brain.

Did I transmigrate? Is this a world of cultivation? But why are all the memories of the original owner so unpleasant?

After standing up, Chen Ze looked around at this strange world, his eyes filled with confusion.

How did I transmigrate?

Chen Ze felt his memories of his former life were extremely blurry; he only remembered being a modern person.

Now, his mind was filled with the memories left behind by this body, while his own memories only went up to the moment before his transmigration.

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

This was because five hundred miles to the north of Wannan City stood an immortal mountain, and upon that mountain was a cultivation sect called the Qingyun Sect.

Wannan City was the city closest to the Qingyun Sect, so many who sought the Immortal Path chose to settle there.

Slowly, Wannan City developed into a city where cultivators gathered.

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

Many people yearned to be chosen so they could join the Qingyun Sect and step onto the Immortal Path.

Even if their spiritual roots were lacking and they failed to be selected as Inner Disciples or Outer Disciples, many still hoped to have some connection to cultivation, willing to join the sect even as Service Disciples.

The Qingyun Sect was a cultivation sect with tens of thousands of people. Whether one was an Inner Disciple or an Outer Disciple, the top priority was to seize every moment to cultivate and improve one's cultivation level.

Every cultivator understood the principle that those who fall behind get beaten.

Since there were many chores that needed doing within the Qingyun Sect, the sect recruited a number of Service Disciples every year.

"So the original owner was just a Service Disciple. This talent is too poor; how is one supposed to cultivate like this?" Chen Ze sighed and continued to organize the memories in his mind.

Service Disciples of the Qingyun Sect did not just perform manual labor.

Since they were recruited as disciples, the sect naturally taught them some basic cultivation techniques.

The purpose of teaching these techniques was merely to make these Service Disciples physically stronger so they could perform more work.

However, those seeking immortality did not think that way; they were unwilling to fall into mediocrity.

They believed that as long as they joined the sect, they were connected to cultivation.

As long as they continued to work hard, they might one day become Outer Disciples or even Inner Disciples.

But no matter how much these people thought, it was merely a fantasy.

Every sect would conduct a test of spiritual roots before accepting disciples.

High-grade Spiritual Roots were destined for the Golden Core stage and could enter the Inner Sect directly.

Mid-grade Spiritual Roots could at least reach the Foundation Establishment Realm and could enter the Outer Sect.

As for Low-grade Spiritual Roots, it was difficult for them to even break through the Qi Refining stage in their entire lifetime of a hundred years or so.

Joining the Qingyun Sect meant they could only serve as laborers.

Those without spiritual roots were destined to have no connection to cultivation and could only remain mortals for their entire lives.

Yet, some people always hoped for a sudden stroke of luck—the idea of seizing an opportunity to soar into the sky and defy the heavens to change their fate was simply delusional.

Where would so many chances to defy the heavens come from? These were nothing more than the fantasies of mortals.

How far a person could go on the path of cultivation and seeking immortality was determined from the day they were born.

Those with Low-grade Spiritual Roots or no spiritual roots at all had no hope in this life.

This life was already bitter enough; they should just hope for a better reincarnation in the next!

"Sigh!" Recalling this, Chen Ze let out a sigh.

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

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

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

Because of his Earth-element Low-grade Spiritual Root, he was directly assigned to farm the Spirit Fields of the Qingyun Sect, and his daily work consisted of nothing but tilling the land.

The original owner had entered the Qingyun Sect at fifteen, and he had been doing this for fifteen full years.

In those fifteen years, he had only cultivated to the Qi Refining Second Layer, which was only slightly better than the body of an ordinary mortal; he could not be considered a true cultivator at all.

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

Reaching the Foundation Establishment Realm would grant one two hundred years of lifespan, and it would count as truly stepping onto the path of cultivation, allowing one to join the Inner Sect.

Yet, he never expected that he would be driven off the mountain, with the excuse that his cultivation speed was too slow and the sect did not support idlers.

From the moment he heard the news until he was driven down the mountain, he was completely dazed.

His cultivation speed was indeed a bit slow; other Service Disciples could reach the Qi Refining Second Layer in ten years.

However, those Service Disciples were lazy and did not tend to the fields properly.

They only met the quota required by the sect for submission, so they had more time to cultivate.

He, on the other hand, worked diligently in the fields, exceeding the annual quota for Spirit Rice and Spirit Vegetables every year, sometimes even doubling the amount compared to others.

Every time he submitted the grain, the steward would praise him.

The steward praised him for doing a great job and told him to keep up the hard work, promising to report his achievements to those above.

He had been so happy, thinking that someone had finally seen his efforts and recognized his excellence.

He had expected to be rewarded for his actions, but he never imagined that his cultivation would fall behind and that he would be directly expelled from the sect.

It was only after being driven out of the mountain gate that he learned the extra Spirit Rice and Spirit Vegetables he submitted every year had never been reported at all; they had all been swallowed by the steward.

Upon learning this news, he wanted to go back up the mountain to confront the steward, but he was no longer a disciple of the Qingyun Sect and had no right to enter.

He felt indignant and wanted to cause a scene.

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

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

He wanted to cultivate immortality, but cultivation required Cultivation Resources.

In the Qingyun Sect, there were formations to gather abundant Spiritual Energy and a reward of one Qi Gathering Pill per year, so he could barely manage his cultivation.

Now that he had left the Qingyun Sect, he did not know where to find Cultivation Resources, nor did he know how to proceed with his future, so he eventually wandered aimlessly until he reached Wannan City.

Wannan City also had many cultivators; there were markets here and Cultivation Resources, but they all required spirit stones to purchase.

He seemed to see hope again, renting a room in the civilian district and thinking about how to earn spirit stones and buy Cultivation Resources.

However, after wandering around Wannan City for a month, he realized that as a cultivator at the Qi Refining Second Layer, he could not even compare to those Rogue Cultivators.

In all his years at the Qingyun Sect, he had only learned one Low-grade Yellow Tier cultivation technique and the craft of farming; he knew nothing else.

He had no skills that could earn him spirit stones. He only knew how to farm, but where would he find a Spirit Field to cultivate?

Inside the Qingyun Sect, Spirit Fields required the support of formations to ensure abundant Spiritual Energy so that Spirit Rice and Spirit Vegetables could be grown.

Outside the Qingyun Sect, only the major powers possessed Spirit Fields, and even if he went to them, he would only be stuck farming for the rest of his life.

He knew his life was over and that he would never have the chance to cultivate immortality again, so he began to drink heavily, trying to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

He drank like this for two years, doing nothing and not cultivating, just drinking until he had exhausted all his savings.

Until last night, when he finished his final meal of alcohol, the tavern asked him to pay the bill. He had no money and tried to cause trouble while drunk, only to be beaten up and thrown out of the tavern.

Late at night, he crawled up and stumbled back to the rented house, collapsing onto the floor as soon as he entered.

"Sigh!"

Recalling all the memories of the original owner, Chen Ze could not help but shake his head and sigh.

"How miserable!"

"I am so damn miserable. How did I transmigrate into the body of this loser?"

"Other transmigrators are sect prodigies or children of the Heavenly Dao, sweeping away all opposition, killing gods if they block the way, and killing Buddhas if they stand in the path."

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 him nothing.

Chen Ze wished he could be like the original owner and just drink himself to death, hoping for a better reincarnation in the next life.

Suddenly, Chen Ze seemed to think of something.

"What about the golden finger that every transmigrator is supposed to have?"