Nothing Seriously Wrong

When Ye Ningshuang first heard that the gang of bandits wanted to capture her and make her their plaything, she had been terrified.

She had heard from others that the young gentleman she had saved last night had run toward the bandits' hideout.

Ye Ningshuang was certainly worried, but she was not the sort to leave someone to die.

So she reported it to the authorities and went ahead to look for Ying Huaixu herself.

What Ye Ningshuang had never expected was that the man she had saved would be such an accomplished fighter.

He had slaughtered an entire bandit hideout single-handedly without suffering so much as a scratch.

Even the injury he had sustained at the end had been self-inflicted.

Ye Ningshuang thought Ying Huaixu might have gone alone to the ruined temple and killed them all to repay her for saving his life.

Though Ye Ningshuang was kindhearted, her kindness did not extend to everyone.

Evil people deserved to die.

Besides, those bandits had bounties on their heads.

Villains with bounties on their heads deserved death all the more.

That was precisely why Ye Ningshuang had offered to let Ying Huaixu stay in her home.

Come to think of it, Ying Huaixu was her lucky star, too.

Early that morning, Ye Ningshuang had gone to the government office to collect the bounties. Since she had saved a hero who had rid the people of a menace, she had even received a sizable share of the reward herself.

Still, Ye Ningshuang had called in a well-known physician from town.

She felt that Ying Huaixu was not quite right in the head.

Now that she had money, she naturally wanted to have him examined.

As soon as she entered her courtyard, Ye Ningshuang saw Ying Huaixu sitting on the roof, staring blankly at the sky.

His eyes were utterly lifeless, too.

Ye Ningshuang could not help feeling sorry for him.

Look at him. Acting daft again.

Still, this young gentleman really was handsome-so handsome he hardly looked like a man...

"Doctor, that's him. Could you examine him and see whether there's any hope of curing this daftness?"

The old physician looked up at him as well.

He could not help saying, "He certainly does look rather daft!"

"Fetch me a ladder. I'll go up and examine him!"

Ye Ningshuang hurriedly nodded.

Then the two of them brought over a bamboo ladder, and the old physician climbed up with his medicine chest on his back.

Ying Huaixu was still immersed in his own world and paid no attention whatsoever.

He did not even react when the old physician took his wrist to check his pulse.

After checking his pulse, however, the old physician had a clear idea of the situation and climbed back down.

Ye Ningshuang hurried to ask him.

"What do you think?"

The physician shook his head.

"There's nothing seriously wrong, actually. He must have experienced something that dealt him a tremendous blow, and he's having trouble accepting reality. Give him a few days to come to terms with it, and he'll be fine."

Ye Ningshuang breathed a sigh of relief.

"As long as he's all right. Oh, there's another problem-he keeps hopping around instead of walking!"

The physician waved a hand.

"That's nothing serious either. I imagine he used to be a skilled martial artist and ordinarily used lightness techniques to get around. Now that he's lost his memory, he can't remember his martial arts, but he still tries to use those techniques instinctively."

Ye Ningshuang believed him at once.

Mainly because Ying Huaixu really had dealt with the bandits alone. The physician's explanation made perfect sense.

"Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much. Here's your fee for the house call!"

The physician waved a hand.

"No need, for something this minor. Just remember to sell me any good medicinal herbs you find next time."

Ye Ningshuang nodded. "Of course, of course!"

Then she personally saw the physician out.

Once he had left, Ye Ningshuang looked up at Ying Huaixu again.

"Young master, are you hungry?"

Ying Huaixu: "..." (Questioning his entire existence! Lost, at a loss, and drowning in regret...)

Ye Ningshuang shook her head helplessly.

She took out a banknote worth five hundred taels of silver, placed it on the table, and weighed it down with a stone.

"This is the bounty from the authorities. I collected it for you, and I'm leaving it on the table. If you get hungry, you can go out and buy yourself something to eat. You're quite wealthy now, after all."

Then Ye Ningshuang shouldered her basket. She was going into the mountains to gather medicinal herbs.

At the mention of money, Ying Huaixu instinctively came back to his senses.

But by the time he did, Ye Ningshuang was already far away.

Ying Huaixu hurriedly pulled himself together.

Whatever else happened, I'm still alive, aren't I?

It's only the Primordial World, right? If I play it safe, maybe it won't be that bad. Besides, I've always been a top-tier, free-to-play carry. No need to panic. No need to panic!

Ying Huaixu forcibly suppressed his emotions.

For now, he would proceed with three parts hope and eight parts caution.

Then Ying Huaixu began taking stock of what he had to keep himself alive in this world.

First, Ying Huaixu made an assumption.

He really had transmigrated into the world of Primordial Immortal Cultivation Record.

In that case, his trump card for survival was that the game system was still there.

And although his Dao Sword Spiritual Root was hidden, it truly existed.

That was the foundation on which he would grow stronger in the future.

As long as he stayed steady, surviving should not be a problem, given his skills as a top-tier carry.

Next was the game system.

Although many of its functions had vanished without a trace.

Its core gameplay was still there.

For example, the equipment system, cultivation technique system, and spiritual root talent system.

There was just one frustrating part.

Primordial Immortal Cultivation Record was not a traditional game where you killed monsters to level up.

Everything relied on cultivation techniques to push the mana or health bar beyond its limits and level up.

That was also where the monetization came in. After all, cultivation techniques had been highly valuable even when he was playing the game.

Experience points also served cultivation techniques and immortal arts.

Although he now had 1,500 experience points, he had no cultivation techniques, so he could not test that out.

Apart from that, there was his inventory.

That was certainly useful.

At least he could put plenty of things straight into it.

It was effectively a storage ring he had from the start!

Then Ying Huaixu thought back.

It seems the main quests still work normally. That means I can still earn experience points as usual!

That thought brought Ying Huaixu some comfort.

Besides that, the map function still worked.

He could clearly see certain parts of Peaceful Town on it, although most of it was shrouded in fog...

There were not many functions left, but if he made good use of them, he could still survive.

What delighted Ying Huaixu most was that the game's health and mana potion functions still worked.

It even still contained the starter gift of twenty Hemostatic Pills and Qi-Consolidating Pills.

Originally, Ying Huaixu had set them to be used automatically when his health or spiritual energy fell below 30%.

Now he immediately adjusted that back up to 70%.

Most importantly, there seemed to be no cooldown!

He just did not know whether other sword techniques he learned later would also have no cooldown.

Ying Huaixu really wanted to find a martial sword technique and test it out.

But in his current situation, he did not dare try.

If this were a game, Ying Huaixu would not have hesitated. He would have gone to a martial arts school in Peaceful Town and bought a sword technique manual to learn.

But he could not do that now. Who knew whether experience points would be as easy to earn later as they had been in the game?

So he could not waste experience points on that.

Most important of all were the ten Creation Rejuvenation Pills-revival tokens, for short.

They were supposedly used automatically upon death.

But Ying Huaixu did not dare test them at all.

Gambling his life to test a pill's function was not worth it. Even if it worked, losing a revival token for nothing would still be a terrible loss.

After taking stock of his current advantages, Ying Huaixu drew a deep breath.

Stay steady. For now, let's get something to eat...