A place to store your brain. New author, new book—please go easy on me.
Tianhe Prefecture, East Mountain Village.
In the clearing before a somewhat dilapidated thatched cottage.
A teenage boy dressed in a coarse hemp short robe held a bow, aiming at a target on an old tree not far away.
Though the boy still looked quite young, anyone who examined him closely—
would discover that every muscle in his body was taut, while cords of muscle bulged along the arm drawing the bowstring.
The next moment, his gaze sharpened, and his fingers gently released.
Whoosh!
A sharp whistle split the air.
An arrow shot out in an instant.
With a thunk, the arrowhead sank straight into the bullseye on the old tree.
The shaft continued to hum and tremble.
Seeing this, a trace of satisfaction flashed across the boy's face. Then, with a thought—
a rather crude panel appeared before his eyes.
Horse Stance: Perfection Military Formation Saber Art: Perfection Fang Family Archery: Mastery (99/100)
Seeing the information displayed on the panel, Fang Hong's lips curled into a smile.
Just one final practice session, and my archery will reach the Perfection realm as well.
After that, I can officially enter the mountains, hunt enough prey, and replenish my nutrition.
With my blood and vitality depleted, I don't even dare practice the Horse Stance.
Fang Hong silently calculated in his heart.
He was not from this world.
He had only transmigrated here three days ago.
Fortunately, he had merged with the original owner's memories, so he was not completely in the dark about this world, utterly lost and bewildered.
The original owner's father had once been an old soldier. After leaving the army, he had returned to the village.
Relying on his past military merits, he had obtained two fertile fields. He farmed during ordinary days and occasionally entered the mountains to hunt.
The original owner's family had lived rather well.
But all of that had come to an abrupt end half a month ago.
A scholar from town had set his sights on their two fertile fields.
But those fields were the foundation of the Fang family's livelihood. How could Father Fang sell them?
Then, when Father Fang entered the mountains to hunt half a month ago, he died in the jaws of a fierce tiger.
After Mother Fang received the terrible news, rage and grief struck her heart. Even under the treatment of the town physician, she wasted away in sorrow and died.
Within the span of only half a month, his only two parents had passed away one after another.
The blow the original owner suffered was easy to imagine.
After the villagers helped him bury his parents with great difficulty—
that scholar began continuously sending people to threaten and coerce him, seeking to forcibly buy those two fertile fields.
The original owner was merely an inexperienced young boy. Amid grief and terror, he was at a complete loss, driven to the very brink of despair.
He simply hanged himself, wishing to follow his parents into death.
That was how Fang Hong came to transmigrate here.
The original owner had died; Fang Hong had been reborn.
But when Fang Hong had first transmigrated and regained consciousness, he had deeply felt the lingering grief and hatred left behind by the original owner—
as well as despair so intense that it seemed capable of driving a person completely mad and twisted.
Especially after merging with the original owner's memories, Fang Hong had personally experienced that boundless despair as though he were there himself.
Letting out a breath, he scooped up a ladle of water from the water vat beside him.
Looking at the immature face reflected on the water's surface in the ladle, Fang Hong's eyes flickered.
Rest easy. Since I have taken your body, I have inherited your karma.
I will definitely avenge this grudge!
Fang Hong's gaze turned cold, radiating a bone-chilling chill.
Raising his hand and tilting back his head, Fang Hong drained the water amid loud gulps.
The reason Fang Hong was so confident in taking revenge was not merely because he possessed the knowledge of his previous life and a mature mind.
Naturally, it was also because of his Golden Finger.
In his previous life, as a programmer, whenever he could not clear a single-player game, he would develop the cheats he wanted himself.
Before transmigrating, he had happened to be writing a Cheat Program.
He had only just roughed out the Cheat Program and intended to take a break.
Yet before he could even stretch lazily—
he saw the space before him distort.
A stream of light radiating indescribable colors abruptly appeared.
Then, the entire space around that stream of light suddenly shattered.
Naturally, he had been within the range of that shattered space as well.
In his hazy confusion, that stream of light seemed to carry his soul as it constantly traveled through space, as though fleeing from something.
Gradually, amid that endless traversal—
some fragments of light from the stream merged with his soul and the Cheat Program he had only roughly written.
Naturally, he came to understand many things, and he learned the name of that stream of light.
Primordial Indestructible Spiritual Light!
What was that?
It was the foundation of enlightenment and pillar of cultivation for a Daluo Golden Immortal!
The Zenith Heaven here was not the trash Daluo Golden Immortals found in those low-grade prehistoric webnovels.
Zenith Heaven, Zenith Heaven.
"Zenith" meant vastness, signifying infinity; "Heaven" was a net, signifying encompassing all.
Zenith Heaven was boundless. A Daluo Golden Immortal encompassed all existence.
Past, future, and every spacetime; eternal freedom; gathering all timelines into one, all selves across the myriad heavens and worlds united as one.
Once attained, forever attained—never falling back!
The profundities contained within the foundation of enlightenment of such an existence were utterly beyond Fang Hong's comprehension.
Even though he had only merged with a few fragments of the Primordial Indestructible Spiritual Light—
the incomplete Cheat Program Fang Hong had written underwent an unimaginable transformation, gaining heaven-defying effects.
Any cultivation method or secret manual would generate proficiency so long as he practiced it.
There was nothing unusual about that. The webnovels Fang Hong had read in his previous life had all featured things like rewards for diligence and proficiency systems.
However, in those novels, the deeper one cultivated, the proficiency required would increase by hundreds or thousands of times.
But perhaps because the Cheat Program had not been completed at the time—
Fang Hong's proficiency bar was fixed at 100 points!
In other words, the proficiency he needed to cultivate and advance would always be 100 points.
Moreover, he had already personally experienced this heaven-defying function.
Father Fang had taught the original owner the Horse Stance and the Military Formation Saber Art.
In one hour, he had cultivated the Horse Stance from beginner level to the Perfection realm.
The Military Formation Saber Art had likewise reached the Perfection level in less than two hours.
This effect was simply heaven-defying.
It could only be called terrifying to the extreme!
Of course, though this Golden Finger's function was heaven-defying, it was not truly flawless.
For example, with the Horse Stance and saber art he practiced, once the proficiency was full, he could indeed advance to the next level.
But at the same time, it required energy.
Horse Stance cultivation was a method of adjusting one's standing posture, leaning more toward the level of consciousness and understanding, so advancing its realm required relatively little energy.
But the Military Formation Saber Art seemed to involve bodily exertion and muscular training.
The energy it required was obviously far greater.
When his saber art reached Perfection, Fang Hong had felt so hungry that his vision went black.
He immediately wolfed down every scrap of food he could find in one breath, only barely managing to keep himself from fainting from hunger.
That was why Fang Hong had not begun cultivating archery until today.
Because he had had no money before, and no food left either.
If he continued cultivating, he feared he would starve himself to death.
After sorting out his thoughts over the previous two days, he had contacted the village chief and sold his family's fertile fields to that scholar.
Only then did he have money to buy food and continue cultivating.
No rush. Take it one step at a time!
First, make up for my depleted blood and vitality. Then enter the mountains to hunt and see blood. While changing my mindset and growing accustomed to slaughter, I'll continue becoming stronger.
Fang Hong set down the water ladle and returned to draw his bow and nock an arrow.
As he fixed his aim on the target, his gaze grew sharper and sharper!
Not one of them will escape!
Thwack!
The proficiency in the archery section of the panel before him filled up.
Fang Family Archery: Perfection!
The muscles in both his arms began to tremble continuously.
An increasingly intense hunger rose within him.
Fang Hong immediately put down his bow, rushed into the house, grabbed the food he had prepared beforehand, and began stuffing it into his mouth in great mouthfuls.
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