Light Spot

"Was I holding a golden rice bowl in my hands, yet only able to beg for food?" Cao Bing gave a helpless bitter smile.

He clearly knew how to train, yet he could not practice it at all because his strength did not meet the requirements. Cao Bing felt exhausted.

"If I had the body I possessed in Devouring Starry Sky, I think I could cultivate the Tongtian Diagram."

The humans of the Devouring Starry Sky world had been strengthened by the RR Virus. It was easier for them to cultivate external techniques from birth. Moreover, Martial Artists in Devouring Starry Sky basically all trained external techniques; only after reaching the Planetary level did that begin to change.

Cao Bing sighed mournfully. However, he had not figured out how his transmigration worked at all, so he could only regret it inwardly.

He pushed open the door and stepped outside. The sunlight outside was slightly dazzling.

"Young Hall Master, you're awake." Seeing Cao Bing emerge, an old man of around fifty hurriedly stopped what he was doing and bowed to him.

"Uncle Chen, how many times have I told you? You don't have to call me Young Hall Master. Just call me Xiaobing." After all, Cao Bing had the soul of a modern man and was still somewhat uncomfortable with the overly respectful manner of ancient servants.

"Etiquette must not be neglected, etiquette must not be neglected!" Uncle Chen shook his head and repeated himself.

"Ah, forget it. I can't do anything about you." Seeing that Uncle Chen insisted, Cao Bing had no choice.

"Young Hall Master, breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat first?" Uncle Chen asked respectfully.

"Sure!" Cao Bing's heart stirred. He had never tasted food from another world before, so he immediately agreed.

However, Cao Bing was soon disappointed. Breakfast was very ordinary: just a bowl of rice porridge, two steamed buns, and a plate of greens. The taste was ordinary too, no different from food on Earth.

"Uncle Chen, are the martial arts hall's finances still sufficient?" Cao Bing asked Uncle Chen doubtfully as he ate breakfast.

Uncle Chen stood at Cao Bing's side, insisting that he had already eaten and refusing to sit at the table.

"Replying to Young Hall Master, the household's finances are still sufficient. The old hall master's silver left behind is enough to support the household for several years. It is only that there is no income for the time being," Uncle Chen replied.

"Oh, all right. Uncle Chen, go attend to your work first." After thinking for a moment, Cao Bing dismissed Uncle Chen. With the old man standing beside him and watching him eat, Cao Bing always felt awkward.

After Uncle Chen left, Cao Bing slowly began to think. Though this body had followed its father in practicing martial arts since childhood, its talent was truly limited. After more than ten years, it had only reached the Houtian Mid Stage and remained far from Xiantian.

Furthermore, without relying on True Qi, his physical constitution alone was probably inferior even to a Houtian Early Stage Martial Artist who trained external techniques.

Another point worth mentioning was that even a Houtian Martial Artist who trained to the utmost in this world could only reach a strength of a little over eight hundred jin. That was roughly equivalent to a high-level trainee Martial Artist in Devouring Starry Sky.

However, considering that humans in Devouring Starry Sky had their constitutions greatly enhanced by the RR Virus, they were born one step ahead of humans in the Stellar Transformation World. It was not strange at all.

After all, the power systems of the two worlds were never fixed and unchanging.

Of course, once both worlds reached their middle stages, even if their power systems differed, their actual strength was about the same.

Naturally, Cao Bing could not work out the specifics. For now, he could only take things one step at a time.

After breakfast, Cao Bing had no interest in dealing with anything else and went straight into the martial arts hall's Martial Arts Hall.

In this world, Cao Bing cultivated a family-inherited martial art called the Flame Fire Art. The secret manual was probably not of a high grade, or he would not still be at the Houtian Mid Stage after cultivating for so many years.

Still, Cao Bing thought it was not bad. Something was better than nothing.

He could not cultivate the Tongtian Diagram yet, and who knew how long it would take to reach Xiantian by training external techniques.

After circulating the Flame Fire Art through one major cycle, Cao Bing could clearly sense the faint current of air coursing through his dantian. Though it was weak, it filled him with an unusually excited feeling.

He then took a saber from the weapon rack in the Martial Arts Hall and began practicing by himself.

The saber technique Cao Bing used was the Flame Splitting Saber, which was meant to complement the Flame Fire Art. The saber technique was known for its speed, and its power was fairly good. Cao Bing had also practiced saber techniques in the Devouring Starry Sky world, but he had only learned the Basic Saber Techniques taught at school, which lacked the many techniques and variations of the Flame Splitting Saber.

After practicing the saber technique once, Cao Bing was drenched in sweat and felt thoroughly invigorated. "This Flame Splitting Saber feels much more satisfying to use than the Basic Saber Techniques, and it is quite a bit more powerful too."

Cao Bing muttered to himself, then tried a movement technique called the Flying Shadow Steps. It felt fairly good, though he was still unfamiliar with certain parts. Clearly, the original owner of this body had not mastered this set of footwork either.

"Young Hall Master has finally grown up."

Outside the Martial Arts Hall, Uncle Chen secretly peered through a crack in the door at Cao Bing, who was diligently practicing martial arts. He nodded in satisfaction before turning and leaving.

Yet Cao Bing remained immersed in these different martial arts and did not notice him.

After night fell, Cao Bing washed away the sweat on his body and lay down on the bed once more.

It felt unbelievable. In just over two short years, he had actually experienced transmigration twice.

Once to Devouring Starry Sky, and once to Stellar Transformation. He wondered whether he would have such opportunities again in the future.

Where would the next one be? Cun Mang? Coiling Dragon? Or Lord Xue Ying?

Cao Bing lay on the bed, staring blankly upward, his heart filled with thoughts.

Forget it, sleep first. I actually spent the whole day practicing martial arts and forgot about the important matter. Tomorrow, I need to go out and gather some information. At the very least, I need to know how far the plot of Stellar Transformation has progressed.

Having made up his mind, Cao Bing finally closed his eyes.

"This...!"

The instant he closed his eyes, Cao Bing's heart jolted in shock.

Within that pitch-black expanse of consciousness, he saw that tiny light spot again.

It was the size of a grain of rice, its glow faint, yet it radiated an obscure and profound aura.

"Again? Could I be transmigrating again?" Cao Bing's heart pounded. Having experienced such a transmigration before, he still had lingering fear.

Yet Cao Bing was also unwilling to accept it.

In the Stellar Transformation World, without a special opportunity, he feared that the most he could achieve in his entire life would be Xiantian. Even if he had the Tongtian Diagram, what use was it if he could not cultivate it?

In a world of immortals, how much could an ordinary person like him achieve through martial arts alone? More importantly, he did not even have resources.

If he were in Devouring Starry Sky, he would still have some hope. After all, no matter how poor his talent was, once Luo Feng entered the universe, he could ride Luo Feng's coattails and successfully reach the God of War level. Reaching the Planetary level afterward should not be difficult. As for the Star level, that would depend on fate.

But in Stellar Transformation, he had no such confidence. After all, Qin Yu had not provided benefits for everyone on the continent in the end, nor could he have done so.

"Let's gamble one more time! Maybe this time I can even return to my old Earth!"

Cao Bing mockingly thought to himself. In the end, he gritted his teeth and plunged his consciousness into it.