Living Until Now, What A Life

In late autumn, a desolate chill permeated the air, with yellow leaves dancing wildly in the wind.

These past two days had been a continuous drizzle, and the temperature had plummeted.

The damp wind, carrying fine raindrops, raged back and forth, filling the air with a pervasive cold atmosphere.

Su Fan lay on a dirty, tattered bed, his body wrapped in layers of bandages like a mummy. The room was filled with a pungent medicinal smell.

He weakly tightened the quilt around himself, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I had a house and a car on Earth, living a perfectly fine life. How did I end up transmigrating to this godforsaken place after just one sleep?

The original owner of this body shared his name and was a cultivator.

Someone like those in myths and legends, who soared through the skies, wielded their swords across thousands of miles, rode dragons as mounts, kept cranes as companions, ate wind and drank dew, never aged, and enjoyed the ultimate freedom in the mortal world!

But with the fragmented memories appearing intermittently, Su Fan finally saw the true face of this fantastical and bizarre world.

Cultivators in this world were indeed powerful, and they could truly achieve longevity, even living as long as heaven and earth.

However, those individuals were merely a tiny minority among tens of thousands of cultivators.

Rogue cultivators like him, who would risk their lives for a single Spirit Stone, were no different from ants.

All those legends are bullshit. What's written in the mortal novels is the real deal.

But then again, that Old Devil Han was a disciple of the Yellow Maple Valley, and he could stumble upon a Sky-Holding Bottle just by walking around.

The original body had nothing. Looking back at his cultivation journey, it was all tears.

The memories of this body were filled with humiliation and unwillingness.

Past forty, drifting in a foreign land.

With his Four-Spirit Root aptitude, he had been stuck at the Qi Refining Second Layer bottleneck for over a decade.

The path of immortal cultivation was arduous, fraught with danger at every step, like walking on thin ice.

He felt a pang of homesickness again, for that insignificant small town.

Su Fan had no great ambitions. After graduation, while his classmates were striving in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, he returned to his hometown.

The pace of life was slow, and the cost of living was low.

If he didn't have any lofty pursuits, he could comfortably lie flat for his entire life.

Here, he could afford a two-bedroom apartment with minimal shared space, and he could buy an affordable and cost-effective domestic SUV.

If it weren't for the divorce, his life would have been perfect.

"I really miss my child..."

To lose a father so young, what will happen if he gets bullied later?

Thinking of this, Su Fan sighed.

"There's no going back. Life has to go on..."

He glanced at the ancient book on the bedside table, picked it up, and flipped through it. The pages were tattered, and the latter half had been torn off.

He dejectedly tossed the book aside.

His current injuries were all thanks to this book.

A few days ago, the original body had been hired by the Lesser Yang Sect to participate in an encirclement and suppression of Evil Cultivators in the mountains near the Market Town.

He didn't know what kind of rotten luck he had, but he managed to find a Storage Bag on an Evil Cultivator's corpse.

Evil Cultivators were like rats scurrying across the street, constantly hiding, all of them poor.

Besides a few Spirit Stones, the rest were junk. Only the Storage Bag was worth some Spirit Stones.

But for him, this was undoubtedly a small windfall.

Pity, after cultivating for so many years, he hadn't even managed to get a Storage Bag.

Next, he discovered this tattered book, a fragmented cultivation method from the ancient Demonic Sect "Heavenly Demonic Sect," the "Demonic Saint Body Art," a Body Cultivation Path method.

Due to his bottleneck, his progress with cultivation methods was almost nonexistent. The original body had started cultivating the Body Cultivation Path ten years ago.

Ten years of arduous training had now yielded some minor success.

Therefore, upon obtaining this book, he treated it like a treasure.

This was because the most heaven-defying aspect of this cultivation method was its extremely rapid cultivation speed, even allowing one to ascend in a single step.

Demonic Sect cultivators were extremely perverse, often disregarding consequences to achieve their goals.

Although the cultivation speed was astonishing, the price was enormous.

According to the general principles of the "Demonic Saint Body Art," this set of techniques had no lingering worries.

Upon completion, the physical body could even transcend the rules of heaven and earth, achieving an immortal and indestructible Demonic Saint Body.

Although it sounded quite fantastical, in Su Fan's opinion, this was a suicidal cultivation method.

It seemed heaven-defying, but where in the world was there such a thing as a free lunch?

The first layer of the cultivation method requires drawing heavenly lightning into the body.

The cultivation speed is truly goddamn fast. As long as one endures the baptism of heavenly lightning, they can ascend from a mortal body.

One step to heaven, achieving the Lightning Dao Body.

The initial cultivation is also the most perilous; only a very small number of people can endure the ravages of heavenly lightning.

As for the rest, they're probably all fucking dead.

He finally understood how the Heavenly Demonic Sect was annihilated; they were all struck dead by lightning.

The person who created this cultivation method was clearly insane.

To gamble for a chance at immortality with a nine-in-ten chance of death, facing the danger of being struck by lightning, how foolish could one be?

Isn't it good to be alive...?

But the previous owner didn't think so. With four-spirit root aptitude, he was like trash. The sect wouldn't accept him, and he wasn't from a cultivation family.

His only way to obtain cultivation resources was to team up with others to venture into the mountains, gather spirit herbs, and hunt demonic beasts.

Not only was it dangerous, but he also had to endure the exploitation of market town shops. His life was incredibly difficult.

Coupled with his poor aptitude, after twenty years of cultivation, he was still stuck at the bottleneck of the Qi Refining Second Layer, unable to advance an inch.

Now he finally had an opportunity, how could he give up so easily?

Facing such a heaven-defying cultivation method, his mind already clouded by the opportunity, he resolutely decided.

To risk his life.

And his minor success in body cultivation was his greatest confidence in taking this gamble.

Of course, the final result was tragic. Relying on the slightly accomplished Body Cultivation Path method, his physical body endured.

However, his soul could not withstand the ravages of heavenly lightning and was ultimately scattered.

It was at this moment that Su Fan transmigrated and occupied this body.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the pain almost made him faint.

His entire body was torn and bleeding, his bones were broken, thick blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his tattered robes lay scattered on the ground.

Su Fan had forgotten how he even got back, only remembering crawling into his home before dark.

He moved his body, wincing in pain.

What a crappy book, claiming one step to heaven and achieving the Lightning Dao Body.

Just bragging.

It's been three days, and his body hasn't shown any reaction at all.

Su Fan closed his eyes, muttering a few words full of resentment.

When he opened his eyes again, a flash suddenly appeared before him, followed by a screen.

"This is..."

The familiar screen before him was the character panel from a Xianxia game he played before transmigrating.

[Name] Su Fan

[Lifespan] 36/92 years

[Realm] Qi Refining Second Layer: 99/100

[Cultivation Methods]

1. Primordial Chaos Technique (Tier 1): 22/100.

2. Body Tempering Art (Tier 2): 45/200

3. Demonic Saint Body Art (Tier 1): 100/100

[Spells] None

[Skills] None

[Spiritual Power] None

Staring at it blankly for a while, Su Fan reached out towards the panel.

His finger passed directly through the screen; the panel seemed non-existent.

What's going on? Did the game transmigrate with me?

Su Fan was a little excited. Could this be his golden finger?

He tried to operate the panel, but no matter what he did, it didn't react at all.

Just this...

This panel, besides digitizing his attributes, had no other use.

Su Fan sighed. He thought it was something heaven-defying, but it turned out to be this kind of thing.

The progress of the cultivation methods was clear and concise.

This one's not bad, better than nothing.

[Lifespan] 36/92 years. As expected of a cultivator, he's lived quite long in the mortal world.

[Realm] Qi Refining Second Layer: 99/100. The cultivation bottleneck is like a piece of paper, just waiting to be broken.

Primordial Chaos Technique, the cultivation method he's practiced for twenty years, a common, widespread technique among Rogue Cultivators.

Its advantages are its balanced and steady nature, building a solid foundation. Its disadvantage is its slowness.

Demonic Saint Body Art. Su Fan believes the descriptions in the general outline of the cultivation method are all bragging, but he has no proof.

Regardless, he has no intention of touching Demonic Sect cultivation methods in the future.

Body Tempering Art. His previous life's secondary focus was the Body Cultivation Path. He cultivated diligently for ten years and only recently broke through to the second stage, showing the difficulty of the Body Cultivation Path.

Aside from cultivation methods, Spells, Spiritual Power, and skills, nothing else appeared on the status panel.

Spiritual Power is too high-level, so let's not mention that for now.

Logically, after cultivating for twenty years, he should have learned some defensive Spells and skills for making a living.

Su Fan pondered for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

The memories left by his previous life were only complete for the recent period.

Further back, they became blurry, just scattered fragments.

Regardless, through the digitized status panel, Su Fan gained a clear understanding of his strength.

He's a total weakling.

With this strength, he still dared to venture into the mountains to hunt Demonic Beasts and accepted the Lesser Yang Sect's commission to encircle Evil Cultivators.

It's a miracle he's still alive.

He can't be so reckless anymore. He should just be a lifestyle player from now on.

Lying on the tattered bed, he spent the entire afternoon lost in thought.

Only when his stomach growled did Su Fan carefully get out of bed and scoop a spoonful of Spirit Rice from the nearby rice bin.

The Spirit Rice was plump and slender, crystal clear, and looked exquisite.

The stove was no different from his grandmother's in the countryside back in his past life. Combined with his body's instinctive programming, cooking wasn't difficult.

As the water in the pot boiled, the unique aroma of Spirit Rice immediately filled the room.

Su Fan sat by the stove, looking around.

The room was about fifty to sixty square meters, divided into an inner and outer section.

There was a small courtyard outside, slightly larger than the room.

The south room was simply furnished, with several cabinets against the wall, a tattered bed under the window, and a futon and low table on the kang beside it.

The north room was the kitchen, with a stove and water vat on the left, and a cutting board and cabinets on the other side. A pile of firewood was in the corner.

This dilapidated room cost one Spirit Stone in rent.

Don't scoff at the price; once it's vacated, countless Rogue Cultivators would cry to move in.

After all, it's very close to the Lesser Yang Sect's Market Town, guaranteeing at least a basic level of safety.

More importantly, the spiritual energy here was far superior to other places.

The Spirit Rice was cooked. He couldn't wait to lift the lid. The steaming Spirit Rice filled a heaping bowl.

He picked up his chopsticks and eagerly took a mouthful.

It was incredibly fragrant.

Everything he'd eaten before, like Thai fragrant rice or Wuchang rice, paled in comparison.

For this bowl of Spirit Rice alone, cultivating was worth it.

After eating should have been the best time to cultivate, absorbing and digesting the spiritual energy from the Spirit Rice.

However, Su Fan was injured and could only lie on the bed, spacing out.

There were no games or phones here, making it incredibly boring.

To pass the time, he found a miscellaneous book on local customs and traditions to learn about this world.