What Is It?

In Jiuyuan City, Profound Spirit Dynasty, Eastern Region of the Tianxuan Continent.

"I'm so tired~~~" A boy of about sixteen was thumping his shoulders heavily. He had an exceptionally handsome face, with slanting sword brows that swept into his temples, resembling two flying swords stabbing straight into the clouds. Yet at that moment, his eyes held only weariness and numbness.

I've been transported to this cultivation world for half a month already, but I have nothing. System, treasures, mysterious old man—where are you all? Zeng Fan thought resentfully.

Back on Earth, Zeng Fan had been an ordinary office worker. On his way home from work, he had been sent flying by a drunk driver. When he awoke, he had already crossed into this world. The body's former owner had depended on his grandfather for survival. After a period of heavy rain, his grandfather caught a chill and died. The thatched hut the boy relied on had been seized by the village chief, while none of the villagers offered any help. After hastily burying his grandfather in a crude mound, the boy came to Jiuyuan City to find work. Unexpectedly, a Human Trafficker took a fancy to him and planned to sell him as a catamite. The boy refused and was beaten to death. His body was thrown into the woods outside the city, and Zeng Fan transmigrated into it.

The boy had no family left, so Zeng Fan used his name. He had originally intended to avenge him, only to discover that after crossing over, he had received nothing at all—no system, no treasure, no golden finger. With no choice, he first went into the city and avoided the area where those people operated. Seeing that Zeng Fan was pitiful and fairly good-looking, the proprietress of an inn took him in as a waiter. Zeng Fan was naturally immensely grateful, but revenge had become a distant dream.

Why do I have a Wasted Vein? Zeng Fan was plagued by a headache. In this cultivation world, people cultivated through Spirit Veins. Everyone was born with Spirit Veins, but ordinary people had naturally clogged veins. A small number had unobstructed veins and could absorb spiritual energy into their bodies, embarking on the path of cultivation.

The moment Zeng Fan heard about this at the inn, he immediately went to a device that tested Spirit Veins. He painfully spent one tael of silver—if you asked where the silver came from, he had borrowed it on credit from the proprietress—and was promptly doused with a bucket of cold water: his Spirit Vein was only thirty percent unobstructed, making cultivation impossible.

Spirit Veins were divided into four grades according to how unobstructed they were: Yellow Vein, Profound Vein, Earth Vein, and Heavenly Vein. Thirty to fifty percent was a Yellow Vein, sixty to seventy percent a Profound Vein, eighty to ninety percent an Earth Vein, and one hundred percent a Heavenly Vein. Heavenly Veins appeared only once in ten thousand people, needless to say. Even a Yellow Vein was hard to find among several hundred people.

While he was wondering how he should live from then on, a streak of golden light shot across the sky above Jiuyuan City. As if sensing some kind of aura, it abruptly turned and hurtled toward Zeng Fan, who was pondering his next step inside the city. Zeng Fan only had time to turn his head and look. The golden light flashed and plunged into his body. "What is it?" Before he could think further, wave after wave of dizziness swept through his head, and he collapsed straight onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep...

High above Jiuyuan City, a figure came tearing through the sky at incredible speed. The air seemed to twist around it. The figure stopped above the city, and a terrifying surge of divine sense swept across all of Jiuyuan City. Everyone in the city was shaken unconscious by the wave. The divine sense swept through every person's body without restraint, probing them carefully.

"Not here?" the figure muttered. Perhaps the Heaven Dao Bead fragment had some special method of concealing its fluctuations. It would be clear whether it was here if he simply refined everyone in the city. As soon as the thought arose, magical power surged in the hands of a middle-aged man with an immortal bearing, and he prepared to act.

At that moment, the Jade Slip he used for voice transmission began to ring. "The Heaven Dao Bead fragment is here!!! Come and help me!!!" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he immediately thundered toward a certain direction. At that moment, the unconscious Zeng Fan had no idea that he had narrowly escaped disaster.

"My head hurts so much. Damn, what happened?" Several hours later, Zeng Fan slowly opened his eyes. What happened? The golden light? Right! The golden light!!! Something flew into my body! Zeng Fan hurriedly felt all over himself, but he could not find anything wrong. There's no way I saw it wrong.

"Zeng Fan! Where are you? We have customers!" the proprietress called from the front. "Coming, coming, boss!" Zeng Fan quickly answered. In this cultivation world, all kinds of strange things could happen. As long as his body was fine, he would go work first. With that, he rose and headed toward the front room.

As evening fell, Zeng Fan returned to his room after the inn closed for the night. He had just planned to take a bath when he suddenly clutched his chest tightly. He felt his heart begin to beat rapidly. What was happening? Zeng Fan's expression changed.

The fluctuation vanished in a flash, followed by a strange sensation. He felt something calling out to him intensely. "Something definitely entered my body during the day. Otherwise, why would this be happening?" After examining his body and finding nothing unusual, Zeng Fan sat on the bed, deep in thought.

The calling grew stronger and stronger, as if it would never give up unless Zeng Fan went over. Zeng Fan hesitated. "What exactly is it? Is this feeling good or bad? Should I go?" As thoughts flashed constantly through his mind, the memories of the body's former owner kept surging forth: his grandfather, who had depended on him for survival, had died; the only thatched hut they had possessed had been taken by villains; and when he went into the city to find work, he had been targeted by a Human Trafficker and beaten to death.

Zeng Fan clutched his chest. "You're not willing to let this be your whole life either, are you? In the cultivation world, wealth comes through danger. I'll go see what it is, then. At least that way, I'll have done right by you!" No longer hesitating, he rose and headed outside the city.