Hunter

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Time held no meaning in the mountains.

Ever since he had transmigrated, Yun Jiang had spent his days sleeping in a daze, and whenever he occasionally woke up, he was bored to death.

After all, it seemed he had transmigrated into a book—a book lost deep within the wilderness.

Whenever Yun Jiang woke, this nameless book would emit a five-colored glow. Yet deep in these wild mountains, all it ever attracted were beasts without intelligence.

Fortunately, he had no idea what material his body was made of. Rain could not soak it, feet could not crush it, and after being tossed about through the mountains, it had merely become somewhat dirty.

Yun Jiang had nowhere to complain about the atrocities committed by certain vile beasts. He only wanted to leave this forest as soon as possible and be picked up by someone who would give him a proper cleaning.

As the saying went, books were the ladder of human progress. Surely no one would treat a book by the roadside as though it were nothing. As long as someone picked him up, he would sooner or later regain his spotless body.

When bored, Yun Jiang could only recall the novels, anime, and games from his previous life to pass the time. He still could not figure out how he had suddenly transmigrated.

It had only been a few days since he finished a full physical examination!

The night before he transmigrated, he had merely played a little game similar to a cultivation family simulator: Family Card-Drawing Cultivation Simulation Game.

Thinking the game's content was far too simple and dull, he had exercised his freedom of speech in the mysterious game review section, striving to become a king among keyboard warriors and talking a great game.

Then, after one night of sleep, he had transmigrated into this world.

Good news: he had transmigrated.

Bad news: he had transmigrated into a book.

I'm not human anymore!

Ah, boohoohoo~

The beautiful memories of his previous life were so nostalgic, so tear-jerking.

Hmm?

Suddenly, footsteps came from not far away. Their owner moved with extreme caution, afraid of disturbing the fierce beasts in the mountains.

Having transmigrated into a book, Yun Jiang's senses and hearing had become much sharper. As for his sense of smell, he did not want to talk about it. He could clearly sense that there was a person nearby!

A person!

He had finally encountered a human!

Heaven had pity on him—was he finally about to escape this sea of suffering?

Yun Jiang became excited.

The nameless book's faint glow instantly blossomed into dazzling, brilliant five-colored radiance, announcing its presence amid the forest shadows.

Don't get scared off. Hurry over here.

Come here, quickly!

The Jingyang Mountain Range was the largest mountain range in the Changqing Kingdom of the Eastern Ancestral Divine Continent, stretching eighteen hundred li from east to west. Countless wild beasts lived within it, and it held many rare medicinal herbs, sustaining innumerable hunters and farmers around its outskirts.

Legend said that great demons dwelled deep within the Jingyang Mountain Range. How could ordinary small farming households dare venture deep into it? People often heard of wealthy and powerful clans, even marquis and royal families, forming teams to enter the deep mountains—only for none to return.

At the southwestern foot of the Jingyang Mountain Range, where the edge of Nanshan Town pressed against the Jingyang forest, stood the Yun Clan, a family of hunters.

Today, after the clan head Yun Ji finished teaching Martial Dao to his two sons and one daughter, he gathered his equipment and entered the mountains early to hunt.

The Immortal Realm possessed abundant Spiritual Energy, and harvests were generally not poor. Yet farmers' lives remained much the same. In this class-based environment where strength reigned supreme and profit came first, they could only allow others to exploit them.

Yun Ji had successfully begun Bone Forging at sixteen and entered the Xiantian realm at twenty-seven. He was now fifty-four years old. His face bore a little more of life's wind and frost, while several strands of white had appeared amid his black hair.

The Xiantian realm merely made him an excellent hunter and allowed his household to live somewhat better. In the end, the Xiantian realm was still only that of a mortal.

Every thirty years, immortals from the Changqing Immortal Sect came to Pingyang County to test Immortal Fate. Anyone between eight and eighteen could participate.

There were still three months until the Immortal Fate test.

Yun Ji now only wanted to save more silver so that his children could attend the test.

Of his three children, his youngest daughter was now eleven, while his eldest son was eighteen. Both were just eligible to participate.

Although the Xiantian realm was still mortal, it carried considerable status and strength among mortals. Dealing with weaker wild beasts was effortless.

Those in the Xiantian realm cultivated true qi. In storybooks, they were experts who could roam unhindered across the continent in the Lower Realm. Even those Martial Dao powerhouses who shattered the void were merely at the peak of the Xiantian realm or had just entered Qi Refinement.

Not long after entering the mountains, Yun Ji already had quite a few prey animals on him. None were particularly valuable species, but they could still improve the family's meals considerably today.

As usual, Yun Ji cautiously searched through the mountains. The trees were tall and the forest deep, leaving the woods somewhat dark. Then, all of a sudden, he saw five-colored light flare up not far ahead.

In an instant, it nearly blinded him.

Yun Ji's expression turned grave, and he became even more cautious. Every muscle in his body tensed, true qi circulating faster within him as he retreated step by step.

What a joke—where something was abnormal, there had to be a demon at work.

His life came first.

Having lived fifty-four years, Yun Ji was no hotheaded fool who got excited at the sight of anything.

This made things hard for Yun Jiang, who was working so diligently to shine.

Yun Jiang did not quite understand. Why was this damn old man backing away? Was he really that frightening?

When normal people encountered something like this, after the fright passed, should they not be curious and excited?

Yun Jiang did not know that this was no longer Earth. Who knew whether there were demons around?

But Yun Jiang would not give up just like that. The light on his body remained steady; it was the only thing he could do.

Yun Ji retreated more than three hundred meters, yet he could still see the distant light. He had not been scared away. He had lived fifty-four years already, and felt that he had lived enough.

Not dying would naturally be best, but if he could win an opportunity for his children, Yun Ji would not give up even if it cost him his old life.

Yun Ji thus held out against Yun Jiang, staring at the glow from afar. Only after nearly a quarter of an hour did he approach the light source with his heart in his throat.

This old man was really timid. Yun Jiang let out a sigh of relief.

Once closer, Yun Ji realized the glow was not blinding. He could clearly see the book at the center of the light!

A book emitting five-colored light!

Yun Ji's heart trembled as tension and excitement intertwined. He had a premonition that the opportunity of the Yun Clan...

Had arrived!

Yun Ji wiped his hands and grabbed the book in one motion. His palm immediately stung, and the light on the book vanished in an instant, turning it into a filthy ancient tome.

Written prominently on its cover were the words: Yun Clan Genealogy.

Yun... Yun Clan Genealogy?

Yun Ji stared blankly at the book.

His old Yun family had no genealogy. For generations, each generation had passed down through a single heir. Only in his sons' generation had the family finally put forth branches and spread its leaves, with three siblings.

And now, he had actually picked up a miraculous Yun Clan Genealogy.

Could this be Heaven's will?

Yun Ji opened the genealogy. The name of the founding ancestor at the very top was the clearest.

Jingyang Mountain Yun Clan:

First-generation Clan Head: Yun Jiang.

All the other names were rather blurry and continuously fading away. At last, the writing on the second line gradually became clear as well:

Second-generation Clan Head: Yun Ji.

Next, Yun Ji saw that his children's names were also clearly listed.

Third generation:

Yun Long

Yun Hu

Yun He

.

Yun Ji only felt his head buzzing. When he looked again at his palm, the wound in its center was visible only as a faint trace.

My Yun Clan has a genealogy!

A genealogy bestowed by Heaven.

Yun Ji was beside himself with excitement.

He did not know Yun Jiang's origins, but the genealogy showed that Yun Jiang was his family's Ancestor, very likely the immortal who had passed the genealogy to him.

What hunting was there left to do?

Home. He had to go home at once.

Yun Ji tucked away the genealogy and hurried down the mountain toward home.