Counting carefully, Zhang Xing had been in this world for four full years. Or rather, encountering the spring plowing for the fifth time also marked the approaching start of his fifth year here.
People really were contrary creatures.
In many of the high-end webnovels Zhang Xing had read before transmigrating, plenty of protagonists arrived without so much as a Golden Finger. Relying entirely on themselves and enduring hardship, they fought their way forward with spirits high and ultimately managed to grind even the Great Dao into oblivion... He, on the other hand, had arrived to find True Dragons fighting, Dividing the Mountain and Avoiding the Sea. Then he discovered his Golden Finger, the supposedly extraordinary treasure that came with his transmigration. It even seemed capable of letting him level up by killing monsters-or at least gave him a fine body whose basic attributes could increase without limit. Later, there seemed to be rewards for completing achievements as well.
However one looked at it, his prospects were excellent. If he simply followed the directions honestly, he might well muddle his way into becoming a True Dragon someday and chat and laugh with the Supreme Ones.
Yet he kept looking ahead and behind, kept thinking strange thoughts... He always felt that using the Compass too much would leave him at fate's mercy, that this thing which looked like the Northern Darkness Divine Art might ultimately turn out to be the Wedding Garment Divine Art. And he always liked treating the secret manuals he obtained as popular science textbooks.
He even wanted to revise them himself and write his own.
Zhang Xing had reflected deeply on this reaction, then promptly shifted the blame to his circumstances... Compared with those high-end transmigrators, he had not had so much as a breathing space from his