The Troubles of Young Wang Anfeng

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After leaving Uncle Li's home, Wang Anfeng first sold the firewood he had chopped, then fed the pigs at the Master of the Martial Arts School's house. After that, he holed up in his own room and studied the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand.

He vaguely remembered that he had arrived at Shaolin only after putting on that wristguard. Now that the wristguard had turned into this string of beads, it should not be much different.

Yet no matter how he turned them over and examined them, there was not the slightest response. After frowning in thought for a while, the boy held up the string of beads, which seemed neither wood nor wood, and tentatively asked:

"I want to enter the Shaolin Sect and find Master Yuan Ci..."

"Beep—Young Hero, your online time today has exceeded one hour. You may not enter the world of Great Jianghu again before midnight today. Please return tomorrow."

The crisp, pleasant female voice rang out by his ear, just as expected. Since he had been prepared, Wang Anfeng was not startled this time. Still, he curiously turned the prayer beads over and over, his face full of wonder.

"Could it be that there's a girl living inside these beads... But how could she fit in there?"

"Could it be one of those ingenious mechanisms Uncle Li talked about?"

"Is the world outside really that interesting?"

The boy lay back on his bed, examining the prayer beads in his hand. For the first time, a fierce yearning for the outside world rose in his heart. Thinking that he could see Master Yuan Ci again tomorrow filled him with joy, but at that moment, his heart gave a jolt. He rolled over and sprang upright, crying out:

"Oh no! Oh no!"

"Master Yuan Ci told me to swallow the Qi Gathering Pills and cultivate internal energy. I haven't practiced yet..."

In a flurry, he grabbed the rough porcelain bottle from the wooden table. Following Yuan Ci's earlier instructions, he sat cross-legged, first calming his mind before carefully opening the stopper. A rich medicinal fragrance rushed into his nose, making his whole body feel warm. Seeing that the sky outside had already begun to darken, he put the pill directly into his mouth and swallowed it without even taking a drink of water.

The instant the pill entered his throat, it transformed into a rather massive stream of heat and surged into his meridians. The dormant inner qi in his Dantian was stirred into motion, carrying the pill's medicinal power as it rapidly circulated through his body along the route of the One Zen Skill under Wang Anfeng's command.

Once the pill's heat dissipated, he took out a second pill and put it into his mouth. Three full hours passed in a single meditation session. An ordinary person would have long since grown impatient, but this was his first brush with martial arts. His mind was pure, and he found it interesting instead.

He opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The inner qi in his body had not changed much, but it seemed much steadier. Just as joy rose in his heart, a thunderous rumble sounded from his stomach. A hunger unlike anything he had ever felt nearly knocked him flat. He hurriedly climbed down, casually reheated the cornbread from before, and wolfed it down in a few bites. Only after there was food in his stomach did he feel much better. He let out a soft breath, only to see that he had devoured two days' worth of rations in one meal, and his head began to ache.

If cultivating every day left him this ravenous, the money he earned from chopping wood and feeding pigs would not even be enough to feed himself, let alone support Uncle Li. His heart filled with worry, and his brows drooped. Standing before the stove and staring at the empty steamer, the boy sighed miserably.

"Ahh..."

Wang Anfeng lay flat on the wooden bed, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. He could not fall asleep for several hours. Only when the sky began to pale with the first light of dawn, and the rooster next door strutted about with its legs splayed and let out a clear crow, did he suddenly realize that he had spent the entire night lying awake.

Yet his mind was still completely devoid of ideas. With a sigh, a thought suddenly burrowed into his mind.

He did not know what to do, but perhaps his master had a solution!

A faint light lit his eyes. Wang Anfeng picked up the string of beads and hurriedly said, "Miss, I want to enter Shaolin!"

"Beep—Please find a comfortable environment, Young Hero. The world of Great Jianghu will now open for you..."

As the crisp, pleasant female voice sounded, Wang Anfeng's body was enveloped in a beam of light and vanished. Even the string of Buddhist prayer beads was gone from where he had stood, as though there had never been a boy here who had been tormented sleepless all night by food and his suddenly swollen appetite.

Wang Anfeng only felt his vision blur. When he reappeared, he was already sitting on a bed. The surroundings were bright, and he could hear the shouts of Martial Monks practicing fist techniques outside. Still slightly dazed, he saw someone push open the door and enter. The man had a calm face, though there was a faint air of Jianghu boldness about him. It was Yuan Ci. Seeing Wang Anfeng, he nodded lightly and said:

"It seems you have awakened. Come with me. Today, I shall teach you Shaolin's introductory fist techniques."

"Master..."

Upon seeing Yuan Ci, Wang Anfeng first respectfully bowed. Then he followed behind the young monk. As they walked, he hesitated for a while. At last, gritting his teeth, he reached out and tugged lightly at the hem of Yuan Ci's monk's robe, saying awkwardly:

"Master... I, I have something I want to ask you..."

"What is it?"

"It's... it's..."

His face reddened in embarrassment. He gritted his teeth and spoke in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz. "After cultivating the One Zen Skill, my appetite has grown enormously. I, I want to know whether there is some way to earn silver. Otherwise... otherwise, I might not even be able to afford food..."

"Food?"

Yuan Ci's face blanked slightly. Blue streams of data began racing through his eyes—eating in the game was meant to replenish stamina, and it also had restorative and enhancing effects, equivalent to special medicine. Yet the boy's words sounded like a problem from the real world. He could not communicate with the main server to process it and could only answer according to the character setting's own concepts. But why would his settings contain things from reality?

The young monk's steps froze in place. His ink-black pupils had turned entirely azure. After being disconnected from the server, because of a single sentence from Wang Anfeng and the effects of some unknown force, errors appeared one after another in the program, constantly disrupting the original settings.

Just as his body began to tremble slightly, a vast and primordial force emerged from the origin of this world. It instantly appeared in the real world and directly enveloped the small village. Every word people spoke transformed into data and gathered together. The force vanished in the blink of an eye, yet the knowledge of the real world became data within the system database, appearing in a comprehensible form within the minds of numerous core figures.

The streams of data in Yuan Ci's eyes instantly collapsed, and his pupils returned to their tranquil ink-black color. Yet they seemed more lively than before. After standing there blankly for a moment, his gaze fell on Wang Anfeng's worried face. The monk first paused, as though trying to identify who he was, then smiled lightly.

"It is nothing. Do not worry. I merely thought of something..."

"You said you wanted to earn money for food... That is very simple. Jianghu is vast, and its people come from all walks of life. You can learn some practical skills. Whether cooking fine food or gathering herbs and refining them into pills, all of it would be enough to let you live well... outside."

"For example, Shaolin emphasizes External martial arts, so it is well suited to logging and mining. You can earn silver while practicing your fist techniques."

"Logging and mining? Practicing fist techniques?"

Wang Anfeng felt his heart loosen slightly at first, but then he heard the words "fist techniques," and his expression froze. The young man before him turned slightly to the side, a meaningful smile appearing at the corner of his lips. Under the sunlight, it sent a shiver through the boy's heart.

"Yes. Practicing fist techniques."

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