When he came to, the scenery around him changed once more, replaced by an utterly unfamiliar ceiling.
He seemed to be lying in bed.
Thank goodness!
He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him.
Li Su grimaced, feeling rather unwell.
Transmigration sickness!
Because the soul and body were incompatible after transmigration, symptoms of rejection could occur, including dizziness, blurred vision, vomiting, and nausea.
He couldn't move at all. He had no idea where he'd transmigrated to, or whose body he was in.
Hopefully, he was close enough to Mount Song.
After a good while, he seemed to have fully adjusted to this body. With considerable effort, Li Su sat up.
Taking a deep breath, he said, "World Book."
World Book.
It could be said to be the only proof that he, a transmigrator, had come to this world.
Oh, and don't get the wrong idea.
This thing wasn't a system—or rather, it didn't count as one.
Everyone received one upon entering a World Fragment for the first time.
Its function was simple.
To record!
Hadn't world analysis been mentioned earlier?
That's right. Its function was to record how much of the world you had analyzed.
So what was the use of that? After all, when it came to university admissions, the level of your analysis corresponded to the strength of the abilities you could acquire.
It was simple: the more thoroughly you analyzed a world, the better you could adapt to its rules.
Internal energy didn't exist in the real world. It was a power unique to this world.
As a result, it was extremely difficult for transmigrators like them to learn internal energy after arriving here. They were basically no different from people born with useless talent, and their efforts yielded half the results.
In terms of a cultivation world, if this world had only top-grade single spiritual roots, then he himself would have a mixed spiritual root.
And this was undoubtedly one of the reasons Li Su felt confident.
Why else would he dare to directly study the Nine Yang Divine Skill? It wasn't something he could master through rote memorization. He wasn't Zhang Wuji, who could cultivate the Nine Yang Divine Skill to great mastery without anyone to guide him.
He wondered how high his analysis rate could be.
The more thoroughly you analyzed the world you were in, the greater the talent bonus you received.
There were two types of analysis rates.
World analysis and character analysis.
The former boosted cultivation talent, while the latter boosted proficiency in cultivating techniques.
Take Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, for example.
If you understood thirty percent of the world,
then your cultivation speed would receive a thirty percent boost. Ten percent was about equal to an ordinary person; twenty percent, to an ordinary disciple of a third-rate sect; thirty percent, to a disciple of a major sect; forty percent, to an elite of a major sect; fifty percent, to someone fairly well-known in a sect; sixty percent, to the talent of a second-rate expert; seventy percent, to the talent of a first-rate expert; eighty percent, to a top-tier first-rate expert; ninety percent, to a supreme expert; and one hundred percent, to the very best among supreme experts.
Then there was character analysis. Take Zhang Wuji, for example.
If you understood him one hundred percent, then you'd receive a one hundred percent boost to the cultivation of every technique he had practiced.
However fast he cultivated, you'd cultivate just as fast.
And the two bonuses could stack.
In other words, with thirty percent world analysis and one hundred percent character analysis, the speed and effectiveness with which you cultivated a certain martial art could reach one hundred and thirty percent.
Why was Star Shift so terrifying in the real world?
It wasn't as simple as stacking it a few times. The analysis bonus was what mattered most.
That was why, at universities, even if you hadn't learned any advanced techniques, they would still record you as long as your world analysis rate was high enough.
That was the fundamental reason.
Li Su took a deep breath and looked at the World Book floating in front of him. He was excited, and more than a little expectant.
So how much of this world had he analyzed?
Could it be one hundred percent?
At the thought, his eyes practically glowed green.
Sixty percent meant you were a major character. At one hundred percent, wouldn't that mean you could rival Zhang Wuji?
World Book;
Holder: Li Su.
World Analysis: 25%.
Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils—All Characters Analysis: 50%.
Story Analysis: 100%. (Unlocks all techniques in the story.)
Tsk. Li Su's pupils couldn't help contracting, and confusion spread across his face. He'd been prepared for anything, but the contents had far exceeded his expectations.
What was with that twenty-five percent world analysis? Why was it only twenty-five percent?
All characters analysis for Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils was only fifty percent? Come on, name a character. I'll take a look. Is there anyone I don't know?
And finally, story analysis? The school had never mentioned this! Was it because he knew the story so well that he'd received this analysis rate?
And what did the note in parentheses mean by unlocking all the techniques in the story?
Staring at his World Book, Li Su's mind was full of questions.
Forget it.
No matter what, his starting position was unquestionably good. His world analysis and character analysis alone added up to seventy-five percent. He had no idea whether story analysis would stack with them. If it did, he'd be invincible. But even if it didn't, it didn't matter. He'd gotten a head start over everyone entering for the first time, and even people from Conglomerates couldn't match him.
Unless they were core heirs of a Conglomerate, with the right to inherit some top-tier divine skill—or had already inherited one.
Top-tier techniques had a restriction: once learned, they could no longer be obtained from World Fragments.
But that didn't mean no one could learn them. In fact, they could be inherited or passed down.
Inheritance was rare.
It usually happened when the owner was near death and passed their technique on to the next generation.
Passing it down, on the other hand, meant the owner taught the top-tier martial art to their descendants or disciples. There was no limit on how many people could receive it, but the technique would drop by two levels.
For example, the Nine Yang Divine Skill had nine levels. If the owner had reached great mastery, the recipient could learn at most the seventh level.
So unless someone was an heir to a top-tier technique, it was basically impossible for them to have a higher analysis rate than Li Su on their first entry—not even one higher than his seventy-five percent.
Taking a deep breath, Li Su closed the World Book.
He had plenty of questions, but none were the priority. What mattered now was figuring out where he was, and especially when.
The story of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils lasted only four years, in fact.
If he'd transmigrated to the beginning of the story, he wouldn't have much time at all.
Unable to help himself, Li Su raised a hand and felt his own head. Figuring out the time was undoubtedly his most urgent task.
But when his little hand brushed over his scalp, he froze.
Bald!!!
He was bald???
Unable to help himself, he reached up with both hands and felt all the way across his scalp.
There was no mistaking the feeling!
Scabs!
Was he a monk??
His eyes lit up at once. He'd possessed a body near Mount Song, and he was a monk—which meant there was a very good chance he was already a disciple of the Songshan Shaolin Temple??
"Xuankong, Xuankong."
A childish voice called out.
Li Su froze. Before he could respond, the door swung open. A neat-looking, delicate little monk came pattering in, holding a bowl with a steamed bun inside.
Running up to Li Su, the little fellow asked with concern, "Xuankong, how are you? Feeling better?"
Uh...
It looked like he and the other boy were fellow disciples.
He must be younger than the other boy.
Li Su lowered his eyes to look at his own palm. This body was about six or seven years old.
Li Su raised his head, smiled, and nodded, but said nothing.
A transmigrator's first rule: once you arrive, don't speak. Whatever you do, don't speak.
"Great! Eat something first. I'll go tell Master."
Just as he'd come, the little monk pattered off like the wind, vanishing from sight.
Looking at the bowl beside the bed, Li Su breathed in softly. He was a monk, so he was undoubtedly in a temple. It was a shame he didn't dare ask whether he was at Shaolin, but it didn't matter. He'd get the chance.
But the other boy had called him Xuankong. That should be his Buddhist name.
He belonged to the Xuan generation?
Which generation was the Xuan generation in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils?
One of the three protagonists, Xuzhu, belonged to the Xu generation. Surely he wasn't in a generation even younger than that? If he was, then he was really in trouble. He wouldn't have much time.
Oh, right. What was Xuzhu's father called again?
Hmm???
Suddenly, Li Su thought of something, and his eyes widened.
Abbot Xuanci!!!
Damn, no way???