In a daze, Zhou Chun was jolted awake by a burst of commotion.
His eyelids fluttered as he struggled to open his eyes, then turned his head toward the source of the noise.
A few yards away, on a gravelly riverbank, two blue-gray wild wolves were hunched over a human corpse, gnawing away at it.
The commotion he had heard was the sound of the wolves chewing and feeding.
The bloody scene made his scalp prickle, and he hurriedly closed his eyes.
Unexpectedly, the moment he shut his eyes, a huge mass of memories that did not belong to him suddenly surged into his mind. His heart and spirit were shaken, and he could not help opening his eyes wide again.
He had transmigrated!
He had actually transmigrated and been reborn into a Cultivation World!
Zhou Chun had no way to doubt the authenticity of these memories. Whether it was the wild wolves currently eating a human corpse or the ancient-style clothing on the corpse and himself, everything proved that this was real.
At this point, wondering why he had transmigrated after merely taking a nap was clearly meaningless.
His most pressing concern was how to survive in this world.
According to the memories, this was a Cultivation World with immortal arts and divine abilities, and the original owner of his current body was also a cultivator.
With that thought, Zhou Chun immediately began searching through the enormous mass of memories for useful information.
Soon, his eyes lit up slightly as he found a way to drive away the two wild wolves.
With great effort, he reached into his clothing and fumbled out a waterproof oil-paper packet from an inner pocket.
"Beasts, look here!"
Zhou Chun let out a low growl, instantly startling the two wild wolves until their fur stood on end. They hurriedly stopped feeding and turned to look in his direction.
When they saw that the dead man who had originally lost all signs of life was glaring furiously at them, a trace of fear also flashed through the wolves' eyes.
But they quickly realized that the person on the ground was merely bluffing. He could not even stand up.
A fierce glint immediately flashed through their eyes, and they pounced toward Zhou Chun from both sides.
Just as the two wild wolves were about to pounce and lock their jaws around Zhou Chun's throat, he forcefully raised his arm and scattered the opened oil-paper packet.
In an instant, a cloud of yellow-brown powder carrying a pungent, fishy stench burst into the air and covered half of Zhou Chun's body.
But when the two pouncing wild wolves smelled that pungent stench, they shuddered as if struck by lightning. Their limbs went limp, and they whimpered as they hurriedly turned and fled. Before long, they vanished from the mountain ravine in a streak.
Thus, relying on the packet of Beast-Repelling Powder left behind by his predecessor, Zhou Chun successfully drove away the two wild wolves and escaped the danger.
This made him even more firmly believe in the abilities of the cultivators described in his memories.
Half a day later, after his body had gradually recovered somewhat, Zhou Chun had already crawled to the stream and drunk his fill. He had also sorted out part of his memories and understood why he had appeared here.
It turned out that his predecessor had also been named Zhou Chun and had been a disciple of the Three Absolute Sect, a cultivation sect.
The Three Absolute Sect was a very strange sect. Although it was a sect that recruited mortals with spiritual roots as disciples, its true authority had always been held by the Li, Zhou, and You Cultivation Families.
That was because the so-called Three Absolute Sect had been founded jointly by the ancestors of those three families.
After being passed down for more than seventeen hundred years, the Three Absolute Sect had now encountered an enormous crisis and had been forced to relocate to avoid disaster.
Zhou Chun and the dead man whose body had been half-eaten by the wolves, Li Han, were disciples of the Zhou Family and Li Family within the Three Absolute Sect, respectively, and the two knew each other.
After meeting while fleeing together during the sect's migration, they had quickly agreed to travel together.
However, this pair of friends, who had originally supported each other through the flight, had turned against each other and fought fiercely with drawn swords over a treasure they discovered along the way. In the end, both had perished together in this nameless mountain ravine.
If Zhou Chun's soul had not suddenly transmigrated and possessed the body, the corpses of the two cultivators would likely both have ended up feeding the wolves.
After understanding the whole story, Zhou Chun not only sighed at the treachery of the Cultivation World but also secretly warned himself.
In the future, no matter whom he was with, he had to keep his guard up and leave himself a way out, lest he follow in the footsteps of those two.
After sorting out the basic situation, Zhou Chun relied on his memories and the body's own muscle memory to quickly enter a meditative cultivation state and restore his magic power.
After that life-and-death battle of spells, all the magic power in his body had been exhausted. Otherwise, he would not have needed to use Beast-Repelling Powder to drive away the wolves earlier.
After approximately three hours of seated cultivation, Zhou Chun finally recovered about sixty percent of his magic power.
His cultivation had originally been at the sixth layer of Qi Refining. Sixty percent of his magic power was already enough to support him in casting some spells, at the very least ensuring that he no longer had to worry about being injured by wild beasts.
But when Zhou Chun finished his cultivation and opened his eyes, he felt a faint stabbing pain coming from the apertures within his body, along with a manic urge that had risen from who knew where.
"Was it because I directly absorbed and refined the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth, causing my magic power to become tainted with Turbid Fiendish Energy?"
Gently rubbing the space between his brows, Zhou Chun forcibly suppressed the manic urge to vent his emotions. His eyes darkened slightly, as he understood the cause of the situation perfectly well.
Ever since the War of Immortals and Demons had broken out in this world during the ancient era tens of thousands of years ago, the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth in this realm had been polluted by Turbid Fiendish Energy.
If cultivators absorbed and refined spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth containing Turbid Fiendish Energy, their own magic power would become contaminated, and the pollution would be difficult to remove.
And if they absorbed too much Turbid Fiendish Energy, not only would they be prone to cultivation deviation while cultivating, but their minds would also become crazed and twisted under its erosion, turning them into mad evil cultivators.
Therefore, by now, unless absolutely necessary, no cultivator would absorb and refine the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth in a place without the protection of a Spirit Cleansing Array.
But setting up a Spirit Cleansing Array was not easy, and maintaining its operation came at an even greater cost. Aside from powerful cultivation sects and Cultivation Families, no one had the material or manpower to accomplish such a thing.
Thus, by now, being able to cultivate in a place protected by a Spirit Cleansing Array had itself become difficult for cultivators.
Even a sect cultivator like Zhou Chun had to bear a certain cost for it.
But since Zhou Chun knew this, yet had still insisted on meditating to restore his magic power first, he naturally had his reasons.
First, he was in an unfamiliar area, with no magic power left in his body. That was extremely unsafe.
Second, removing and purifying the Turbid Fiendish Energy within his body might be difficult for others, but for him, who now possessed that treasure alone, it was extremely easy.
Zhou Chun reached out and slapped the Storage Bag at his waist. He then took out a blue-black stone jar and opened its wooden lid.
The blue-black stone jar was only about a foot tall. Its inner and outer surfaces were covered in dark-green patterns, and it had a curved handle on either side for someone to carry and support with both hands.
At that moment, the inside of the stone jar was already filled to the brim with spirit water shimmering with blue spiritual light.
Looking at the spirit water inside the stone jar, Zhou Chun did not hesitate to lift it and gulp down a large mouthful.
The slightly cool spirit water flowed down his throat into his stomach, and soon completely dispersed the manic urge Zhou Chun had suppressed.
As the effects of the spirit water spread, the stabbing pain in the apertures within his body also rapidly faded away.
The so-called Turbid Fiendish Energy was completely removed and purified by this spirit water with its powerful purifying ability.
That was right. This stone jar, which could independently produce Purifying Spirit Water, was the "culprit" that had caused the pair of friends Zhou Chun and Li Han to turn against each other with drawn swords.
At the time, the two had discovered the object together, but Zhou Chun had gotten his hands on it first.
And after the two had tested and discovered its function, the root of their misfortune had been planted.
According to their experiments, as long as the stone jar was left uncovered in the outside world, it would naturally produce a jar of spirit water every seven days.
This spirit water possessed powerful purifying effects. It could easily purify spirit medicines and Spirit Ore tainted with Turbid Fiendish Energy, purify demon beasts polluted by Turbid Fiendish Energy, and even purify the Turbid Fiendish Energy contaminating cultivators!
The two understood perfectly well what such a treasure meant to cultivators in the present age.
Thus, although they had said they would wait until they reached the Three Absolute Sect's new station and offer the item to the sect in exchange for a reward, in truth, both had independently conceived the thought of killing the other to silence them and monopolizing the treasure.
Neither of them had expected that they would ultimately meet the fate of perishing together.
Now, the treasure had instead fallen into the hands of Zhou Chun, who had transmigrated and been reborn.
After using the Purifying Spirit Water to purify the Turbid Fiendish Energy within his body, Zhou Chun put away the blue-black stone jar again and then cleaned up the battlefield.
He retrieved several discarded magical artifacts from the ground and put them into the Storage Bag. He also dug a pit and buried the remaining half of Li Han's corpse, then took the Storage Bag from his body along with some useful items.
Next, relying on his memories, he found the corpse of a Green-furred Leopard in the woods not far away.
This demon beast, named the "Wind Shadow Leopard," had been the spirit beast Zhou Chun raised. Its strength had been comparable to that of a cultivator at the Fifth Layer Qi Refining.
But because of Li Han's sneak attack, this loyal spirit beast, which had protected its master faithfully, had been unable to display its strength before falling here forever.
Looking at the corpse of the spirit beast that had died protecting its master out of loyalty, Zhou Chun was moved by its devotion. He immediately bowed toward it in salute.
He then formed hand seals and cast a spell, cremating it on the spot so that its bones would not be gnawed on by other wild beasts.
Only after finishing all this did Zhou Chun stride out of the mountain forest.
Ziwei spent half a year racking his brains and pouring his heart and soul into planning this cultivation novel centered on a family. The entire book will revolve around the Spirit Beast Zhou Family. Not only will the various outstanding heroes and talents of the Zhou Family make their appearances, but certain important figures among the Zhou Family's allies and enemies will also be selectively developed. Dear readers, just treat this as an Immortal Hero Farming Stream novel. As for the plot of the protagonist venturing out alone, it will be greatly reduced. I hope you will all enjoy it!
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