Madam Sterling

Ever since the start of his reincarnation, Wu Ming had realized that this world—or rather, this universe—was vastly different from what he had imagined.

He had assumed that since this was a world where the mighty being who created the Main God Hall might exist, even if Heavenly Immortals weren't as common as dogs and Golden Immortals didn't roam the streets, it would at least be no weaker than the Great Zhou World.

But reality was that this was a world tilted toward the physical. He didn't know whether supernatural powers were suppressed, but the many differences in its rules meant that his circumstances here were no better than when he had transmigrated as William. At the start, he was an ordinary mortal, and using supernatural power was extremely difficult.

"It's not that I can't use it at all. This world can withstand quite a lot, but its rules seem to clash somewhat with those of the Immortal Martial Universe. I'll need to make a few adjustments..."

Wu Ming pondered for a moment. "With this body, cultivating Martial arts is a pipe dream. Even the spiritual side has its problems, so I should focus on nourishing myself. Once I'm three, I should be able to try out spellcraft. As for Martial arts? That'll have to wait until I'm ten..."

As for the claims from his previous life that Martial arts had to be cultivated from infancy—or better yet, in the womb—and that one could draw on Innate Qi, Wu Ming couldn't agree.

He didn't know whether it was because the universe's rules were different, but in this life, he hadn't felt any Innate Qi at all while in the womb. It was true, though, that the fetus's closed environment made it easier to establish internal circulation than it would be