Transmigrating to Another World

Within a remote mountain peak in Central Province of the Central Continent, a faint sound drifted from a cave halfway up the slope.

"Where is this?" Wang Ding opened his eyes and stared blankly around him. What entered his sight was a cave. The walls were dark, all stone, covered in lines of natural striations, and he was lying on a stone bed.

Suddenly, "Ah!" Wang Ding screamed miserably and clutched his head as waves of intense pain surged from within it.

Only after quite a while did Wang Ding finally recover. "So that's how it is. I actually transmigrated." Wang Ding's expression was shocked to the extreme as he muttered to himself.

It turned out that Wang Ding had not originally belonged to this world, but had somehow transmigrated here from Earth and attached himself to this body.

The headache just now had been the reaction caused by this body's original memories flooding into Wang Ding's soul.

"I only slept for a while, so how did I transmigrate? But there are actually cultivators in this world. Heaven really hasn't treated me badly. Back on Earth, I was just one face among the masses, a minor employee. My life would've been plain and ordinary, rising early and working late, just like most people. I never thought I'd actually transmigrate now." Wang Ding said excitedly, "In any case, I'm an orphan with no ties or concerns. Now that the path to immortality is laid out before me, there's no way I'll give up such a wonderful opportunity."

The body Wang Ding had attached himself to had originally belonged to a Rogue Cultivator named Zhang Teng. He had also been an orphan, taken in as a child by an old Daoist to be his successor, who had taught him cultivation methods. Twenty years had passed since then.

Three years ago, the old Daoist's lifespan had run out and he had passed away in meditation. After Zhang Teng buried the old Daoist, he cultivated alone in solitude. Zhang Teng's talent was extraordinary; in only twenty years, he had cultivated to the realm of Marrow Cleansing, and with just one more step, he could break through Essence Refining Realm and enter Qi Refining Realm.

In order to break through his shackles, Zhang Teng had taken the risk of traveling to Yin Mountain a thousand li away to pick a heavenly treasure, Yin Ganoderma. This treasure was an object of pure yin, exactly opposite to a person's yang and essence qi. After taking it, one could rely on the transformative power of yin and yang harmonizing to break through Essence Refining Realm and enter Qi Refining Realm.

But man's calculations were not as good as Heaven's. Zhang Teng had harvested the treasure, only to have his soul wounded by the yin ghost guarding it. He barely managed to flee back to his cave dwelling before he could no longer hold on, his soul scattering and his spirit dispersing in death. Wang Ding, having transmigrated over, ended up benefiting from it, gaining his physical body and all his cultivation.

"I have to first properly understand what's going on in this world, then make careful plans for how I should cultivate in the future." Wang Ding sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly sank into thought.

From Zhang Teng's memories, Wang Ding learned that this place was Central Province, where the world-famous God Sect was located. The God Sect was one of the Nine Daoist Sects, its might shaking the four seas. The other eight sects were respectively Dragon Tiger Sect, Taisu Sect, Taiyi Sect, Pure Yin Sect, One Sword Sect, Jade Brilliance Sect, Heavenly Immortal Pavilion, and Ten Thousand Seas Pavilion—each and every one a colossal power.

Apart from them, there were also the Three Demon God Sects, the Seven Evil Demon Paths, and the three great merchant groups—Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, Heavenly Mystery Altar, and Cinnabar Cauldron Pavilion—as well as countless aristocratic clans standing everywhere. It was a scene of chaotic times, where the law of the strong being revered had been played out to the fullest.

Across the entire Central Continent, there were mostly twelve provinces in all, occupied by the Nine Daoist Sects. To the south beyond the Central Continent was the endless barbaric wilderness, inhabited by countless demonic beasts, barbarians, and evil demons. The wilderness contained innumerable heavenly treasures, attracting countless cultivators each year to enter and risk their lives in search of treasure. The other three sides were all surrounded by sea, dotted densely with countless islands large and small, upon which who knew how many overseas cultivators lived.

The cultivation methods here were divided into refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, and refining spirit back into emptiness.

Essence Refining Realm had four stages: skin and membranes, sinews and flesh, bone forging, five viscera, and Marrow Cleansing. Qi Refining Realm was divided into two stages: Meridian Opening and Innate True Qi. Qi Training Realm was divided into three stages: Qi Gathering, Pill Gestation, and Golden Core. As for how the higher realms were divided, he did not know. That Zhang Teng had only been a Rogue Cultivator, and the old Daoist who taught him had merely been someone who had cultivated Innate True Qi; he did not know anything more profound either.

"Now that I've just arrived, I need to first familiarize myself with this body's skills. I can't let them go to waste." After pondering for a long while, Wang Ding decided.

Wang Ding got off the bed and immediately felt sore all over, grimacing from the pain. After all, Wang Ding had been born by attaching himself to this body, and the flesh had already damaged its vital energy; it needed proper recuperation.

"Looks like this body's injuries aren't light. I have to heal them first before talking about anything else," Wang Ding thought as he walked toward the room where spiritual grain was stored according to Zhang Teng's memories. Spiritual grain was food rich in vital energy. The vital energy within spiritual grain was gentle and could replenish the essence qi consumed during cultivation, making it a cultivator's favorite. Wang Ding entered a side room, where several items were placed on a stone table. Among them was a jade box, one chi square. Wang Ding went straight over, picked up the jade box, and opened it. At once, a delicate fragrance washed over his face. He saw smooth, rounded oval fruits the size of little fingertips leap into view one by one.

Swallowing, Wang Ding picked up the jade eating utensils beside the jade box and carefully took several dozen grains of spiritual grain from inside, placing them into a large jade bowl. Wang Ding sealed the jade box, put it back where it had been, and took out a large jade bottle from the stone table. What it contained was spiritual spring water, drawn from a spring containing a spiritual vein, likewise of considerable value. Wang Ding poured the transparent, jade-yellow spiritual spring water inside into the large bowl containing the spiritual grain. As the spiritual spring water poured in, the spiritual grain in the bowl transformed at a speed visible to the naked eye into a milky-white liquid, then merged with the spiritual spring water and turned into a bowl of emerald-green liquid, emitting wisps of emerald-green mist.

Wang Ding picked up the large bowl and slowly swallowed the jade liquid inside mouthful by mouthful. "Ah." After finishing it, Wang Ding let out a cry of lingering satisfaction. "As expected of cultivators' food. Even nectar and ambrosia wouldn't be much more than this. There's just too little of it." One had to know that this spiritual grain only amounted to about two jin in total. Zhang Teng had saved and scrimped, working for others in the market, to exchange for it. One liang of spiritual grain cost one low-grade spirit stone, and after Zhang Teng worked for ten days, he would only earn one low-grade spirit stone. Usually, he treasured it to no end, and only when he cultivated to a bottleneck would he eat a tiny bit to help break through. Wang Ding, this fellow, had eaten a third of it in one go. Truly, only one who did not manage a household knew nothing of the price of firewood and rice.

After eating the spiritual grain, Wang Ding tidied up the eating utensils, then returned to the stone bed to rest. Lying on the stone bed, he only felt streams of heat spreading from his stomach throughout his entire body. Every pore on his body opened, as comfortable as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit, with countless tiny hands massaging him all over. Slowly, the hidden aches throughout his body also began to disappear.

Lying on the stone bed, Wang Ding planned inwardly, Now the sky is already late. In a few days, once my body has recovered, I'll start practicing Zhang Teng's skills and turn his skills into mine. Then I'll take the Yin Ganoderma and step into Qi Refining Realm in one stroke, becoming a true cultivator. As he thought and thought, Wang Ding entered dreamland.

In this world, those who had not stepped into Qi Refining Realm were all mortals. Only after stepping into Qi Refining Realm could one be considered a cultivator.