A Difficult Start

Cold and hungry.

Lu Ming struggled to open his eyes, the first thing he saw was a black mass.

"What is this?"

As he tried to make out the black mass in confusion, a foul stench suddenly filled his nostrils.

He quickly covered his nose and mouth, and his body sprang up from the ground as if it had been loaded with a spring.

He looked again, and the black mass turned out to be a pile of feces.

"How could this be..."

Lu Ming quickly realized something was wrong. Why was there shit where he was sleeping? And he wasn't sleeping in a bed, but on a patch of grass.

He quickly scanned his surroundings.

As expected, he saw that the environment around him was no longer his familiar room, but a strange, wild area overgrown with weeds and trees.

"What's going on? Wasn't I sleeping in my room? Where is this?"

As Lu Ming was full of questions, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his mind, and a flood of unfamiliar memories rushed in.

It took a full moment before Lu Ming understood what had happened. He had transmigrated, and into a freezing, dead beggar.

To be honest, this was not a good start.

But Lu Ming soon stopped thinking about it and turned his attention elsewhere.

Through the memories, he discovered that this world was not simple, but a mysterious world where one could cultivate martial arts.

The strong could smash mountains, cut rivers, and even more powerful individuals could fly through the sky and burrow into the earth, becoming immortal.

However, this was all information the original host had heard while begging, not something he had witnessed himself, and he didn't know if it was true or not.

But one thing was certain: martial arts did exist in this world, and the original host had seen it with his own eyes.

For example, he had seen a man in a green shirt leap lightly before him, flying over a city wall dozens of feet high, leaving behind a dashing figure;

He had also seen a strong man with iron arms casually shatter a hard, giant rock with a single palm strike, drawing cheers from the surrounding audience;

He had also seen a cold-faced man stand with his arms crossed, allowing three steel knives to strike his body, only to emerge unharmed and shatter the knives into pieces.

Countless such scenes were etched in his memory, indicating that warriors were everywhere.

This further proved that this was a world that revolved around martial arts.

"It's truly spectacular."

Lu Ming was still savoring the scenes from his memory, deeply captivated. As a wuxia fan, who didn't have a wuxia dream?

Seeking revenge and acting with chivalry.

This was his childhood dream, and now he had the chance to realize it.

However, his imagination was quickly interrupted by the cold reality, as he remembered that he was currently a beggar with barely any clothes, and hadn't even solved the problem of basic sustenance, let alone practicing martial arts.

What's more, even if he wanted to learn, no one would teach him.

Even with the original host's limited knowledge, he knew that martial artists were reluctant to pass on their skills.

To learn, one had to join a faction, but that was extremely difficult.

This was because most factions had very strict recruitment requirements.

Of course, there were simpler options, but they either involved becoming a servant or paying a large sum of money.

And even then, one would rarely receive genuine teachings; being able to learn three moves would be considered extremely fortunate.

"I'm thinking too far ahead..."

Lu Ming quickly shook his head, discarding these unrealistic thoughts. He felt that the first thing he needed to do was solve the problem of basic sustenance; everything else was secondary.

"But I will definitely practice martial arts!"

Having witnessed those bizarre scenes, Lu Ming found it hard to let go. After making a renewed resolve, he began to focus on the present.

After organizing his thoughts, he felt that the most urgent task was to leave this place.

He now knew that this world, besides its martial arts, was also full of various dangers.

Especially in the wilderness.

Here, the most obvious danger was the extreme temperatures that ordinary people could hardly withstand, whether it was extreme cold or extreme heat.

Although the sunlight was glaring now, the temperature was extremely low, and cold winds blew from time to time. It was even worse at night.

The original host had frozen to death last night.

In addition to these natural dangers, the wilderness was also teeming with poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, some of which even martial artists couldn't defeat.

His memory contained many scenes of martial artists being bitten by poisonous insects and being rushed for emergency treatment by their companions.

He had also heard stories of certain masters being accidentally swallowed whole by ferocious beasts.

In short, as an ordinary person, it was almost impossible to survive in the wilderness.

Moreover, there was already a warning right before him.

That pile of black feces, judging by its size, its owner must be quite large, and it was still steaming.

This meant the owner of the feces hadn't left long ago.

As for why it wasn't eaten, perhaps the owner was herbivorous, or maybe it wasn't hungry yet and left the feces as a marker for a later meal.

In any case, this was no place to linger; all signs urged him to leave quickly.

So Lu Ming quickly struggled to his feet, but immediately felt dizzy and his legs went weak. Just as he stood upright, he fell back down with a "plop."

It turned out the original owner hadn't eaten in a long time and had been exposed to the cold for an extended period, making him extremely weak. He probably couldn't move.

"No, I can't just wait here to die."

Although Lu Ming was kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, he wasn't despairing.

He was an extremely strong-willed and calm person. He wouldn't give up as long as there was even a sliver of hope.

Besides, this little difficulty wouldn't stop him.

After calming his breathing slightly, Lu Ming immediately reached out and grabbed a handful of wild grass by the roots in front of him. Seeing its clean white root, a smile appeared on his face.

He recognized this grass. Its roots were slightly sweet and tasted like sugarcane; he had eaten a lot of it as a child in his past life.

Although he didn't know if this grass had mutated in this other world and produced some kind of toxin.

But he couldn't afford to worry about that now. He shook off the dirt and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing vigorously.

"It's so sweet..."