A Difficult Start

Cold and hungry.

Lu Ming struggled to open his eyes. The first thing that greeted him was a black mass.

"What is this?"

Just as he was trying to make out the black object in confusion, a foul stench suddenly filled his nostrils.

He quickly covered his nose and mouth, and sprang up from the ground as if it were a trampoline.

Looking again, he saw that the black object was actually 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 his surroundings were 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 filled with confusion, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his mind, and a flood of unfamiliar memories surged in.

It took a full moment before Lu Ming understood what had happened. He had transmigrated, and into the body of a small beggar who had frozen to death.

To be honest, this was not a good start.

However, Lu Ming quickly stopped thinking about it and turned his attention elsewhere.

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

The strong could shatter mountains, cut rivers, and even stronger individuals could fly through the heavens and burrow through the earth, becoming immortal.

However, this was all information the original host had heard while begging, not something he had seen with his own eyes, and he didn't know if it was true or not.

But one thing was certain: martial arts truly existed 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 effortlessly over a ten-zhang high city wall right before his eyes, leaving behind a dashing silhouette;

He had also seen a burly man with iron arms casually smash a hard boulder into pieces with a single palm strike, drawing cheers from the surrounding crowd;

And he had seen a cold-faced man stand with his arms crossed, allowing three steel swords to strike his body. Not only was he unharmed, but he also shattered the three swords that struck him.

Such scenes were countless in his memories, indicating that martial artists were everywhere.

This further proved that this was a world dominated by martial arts.

"How truly spectacular."

Lu Ming was still savoring the scenes from his memories, 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 his basic needs for food and warmth were not even met, let alone practicing martial arts.

Furthermore, 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 martial arts easily.

To learn, one would have to join a sect, but even that was extremely difficult.

This was because most sects had very strict recruitment criteria.

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

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

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

Lu Ming quickly shook his head again, casting aside these unrealistic thoughts. He felt that the first thing he needed to do was solve the problem of survival, and 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 silent resolution, he began to focus on reality.

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

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

Especially in the wilderness.

Here, the most obvious danger was the temperature, which ordinary people could hardly resist, be it extreme cold or heat.

Although the sunlight was blinding now, the temperature was extremely low, and a cold wind occasionally blew. 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 infested with poisonous insects and fierce beasts, some of which even martial artists couldn't defeat.

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

He had also heard stories of certain masters being swallowed whole by fierce beasts by accident.

In short, as an ordinary person, it was extremely difficult to survive in the wilderness.

Moreover, there was a clear warning right in front of him.

That lump 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 perhaps it wasn't hungry yet and had 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 struggled to stand up, but immediately felt dizzy, his legs weak. Just as he straightened up, 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, leaving him extremely weak. He wouldn't be able to move much.

"No, I can't just wait 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. Even with a sliver of hope, he wouldn't give up on himself.

Moreover, this minor 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. Seeing its 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 developed some kind of poison.

He couldn't afford to worry about that now. After shaking off the dirt, he shoved it into his mouth and chewed vigorously.

"So sweet..."