Ling Yi gazed at the river before him, some three hundred meters wide, feeling utterly frustrated.
He had been in this world for three days. For all three days, he had simply crouched by the river, staring blankly at the water.
His attempt to smuggle someone across had actually failed. Black Widow had not come over.
It was hardly a blow. After all, he had a chance to return to the Marvel world; he only needed to upgrade his Passive Transmigration Aura.
The information the system provided was this: a world created through Faith Manifestation would inevitably be tainted by the current world's rules and karma. Since the power of faith came from the world he was in, it naturally could not escape that world's Heavenly Dao rules.
There were only two ways to bring someone along when transmigrating. The first was for Ling Yi to create a truly independent world with complete rules.
The second was to upgrade his Passive Transmigration Aura.
Yet his Passive Transmigration Aura was now precisely what Ling Yi least wanted to upgrade.
Once he upgraded it, transmigration would no longer be random, and the levels of worlds he could travel to would be restricted.
For example, a level 2 Passive Transmigration Aura could only take him to level 2 worlds. If he wanted to travel to higher-level worlds, he would have to keep upgrading his Passive Transmigration Aura.
And a world like Marvel was actually classified by the system as a level 9 world. Reaching level 9 would require an ocean of points, something difficult to accomplish in the short term.
But if he did not upgrade it and kept things purely random, he could end up in any world.
It might be an ordinary world, a cultivation world, a technological world, or even the Primordial World.
Thus, Ling Yi would not upgrade his Passive Transmigration Aura for now.
Just then, a light rain suddenly began pattering down from the sky.
Ling Yi came back to his senses and opened his system panel.
Host: Ling Yi Life: 1.05 million Internal power (spiritual power): 18.8 million Power of faith: 620 billion Magic power: 15.86 million Divine power: 22.3 billion Cultivation: Earth Immortal Stage, great perfection Combat power: 10.9 billion Cultivation methods: Smiling, Proud Wanderer Martial Arts (Heaven Grade, great perfection), Dragon Ball Magic (Immortal Grade, great perfection), Dragon Balls Divine Power (Immortal Grade, beginner), Dragon Balls Power of Destruction (Immortal Grade, beginner), Kamar-Taj Magic (Earth Grade, great perfection) Skills: Faith Collection (Heaven Grade), Faith Manifestation (Heaven Grade). Cultivation method fusion progress: no fusion in progress Analysis: no analysis in progress Cultivation method (skill) derivation: Smiling, Proud Wanderer Martial Arts (Immortal Grade), derivation in progress (96%), Dragon Ball Magic (Immortal Grade), derivation in progress (God Grade cannot be derived), Faith Collection (Immortal Grade), derivation in progress (28%), Faith Manifestation (Immortal Grade), derivation in progress (46%), Dragon Balls Divine Power (God Grade cannot be derived), Dragon Balls Power of Destruction (God Grade cannot be derived), Kamar-Taj Magic (Heaven Grade), derivation in progress (71%) Energy storage: 1 million/1 million Points: 710,000. Plot progress: The Smiling, Proud Wanderer (35%), Goodbye Mr. Loser (50%), Dragon Ball Z (29%), The Avengers 1 (51%), The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber (0%). (Other details omitted...)
The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber world-another world that wuxia transmigration novels simply had to feature.
He just did not know which version this was. Never mind anything else, even the television series had several versions, and each version's Zhang Wuji gave a completely different impression.
But whichever version of Zhang Wuji it was, they all shared the same trait: dithering and wishy-washy.
As for the movie version, the less said, the better. Its dark jianghu was every bit a match for the Smiling, Proud Wanderer world. The Zhang Wuji who grew up in such a jianghu was somewhat scheming, hugely ambitious, adept at playing every side, and fickle in love, yet had a certain air of "I want them all."
As Ling Yi's thoughts wandered, three small boats appeared on the river.
Two of the boats carried Yuan soldiers and foreign monks. The soldiers aboard were attacking the fishing boat ahead with bows and arrows.
On the fishing boat, a man in close-fitting martial attire, with wounds all over his body and two arrows embedded in his shoulder, was desperately fending off the arrows. Behind him stood a little girl of only about five or six.
Meanwhile, on Ling Yi's side, an old man and a boy approached along the riverbank. The old man had white hair, a white beard, a slightly plump figure, and an extraordinary bearing. The younger one was a boy of seven or eight, deathly pale and unsteady on his feet, looking thoroughly sickly.
Out on the river, one side pursued while the other fled. The fishing boat was about to reach shore, but the Yuan soldiers' boats were clearly much faster. They were about to meet at close quarters.
The middle-aged man's expression already showed that he was ready to face death, while the girl behind him neither cried nor fussed, her eyes filled with bewilderment and confusion.
"Little girl, I'm afraid the two of us are going to die here today," he said in anguish.
The girl said nothing, only staring fixedly at the Yuan soldiers opposite her.
On the bank, the old man and the boy had also drawn close.
"Those bald donkeys at Shaolin Temple! Refusing to let this old man see the Shaolin Nine Yang Skill was one thing, but they even mocked me at every turn. Absolutely detestable! This old man's in a foul mood, and these Yuan soldiers have come at just the right time." Zhang Sanfeng was clearly not in the best of moods.
Zhang Sanfeng was extremely displeased with the current Shaolin. They claimed to have emptied themselves of all worldly attachments and that worldly affairs had nothing to do with them, so what the hell was this business of surrendering outright when the Yuan soldiers arrived?
They had no backbone at all. The Yuan court had casually offered them a few benefits, and they had gone over to its side. They simply deserved to die.
Just as Zhang Sanfeng prepared to use his lightness skill and attack the Yuan soldiers, the internal force he had been circulating abruptly dissipated. He stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.
The sight before him left Zhang Sanfeng utterly dumbstruck.
Because Ling Yi had made his move.
A longsword abruptly appeared in his previously empty right hand. Pointing it at the Yuan soldiers, Ling Yi uttered a single word in an icy voice... "Fire."
As his voice fell, a fiercely burning flame appeared above every Yuan soldier's head. The flames instantly descended, reducing those Yuan soldiers to ashes in the blink of an eye.
"Rise!"
Ling Yi flicked his longsword and spoke again, and an even more astonishing scene unfolded.
As though seized by some invisible force, the little fishing boat shuddered, then actually floated into the air, slowly leaving the river's surface and flying toward the bank.
Moments later, the fishing boat settled onto the riverbank.
Chang Yuchun stood dumbfounded aboard the boat, while the girl's eyes shone as she watched Ling Yi.
"Grandmaster, what martial art is that? It's amazing," the young Zhang Wuji asked.
"Is that even martial arts anymore? Surely that's immortal magic?" Zhang Sanfeng shook his head with a bitter smile. He had always believed he had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, and over the years he had continued contemplating the Dao, hoping to find a new path forward.
But how could creating a new martial scripture of the Dao be easy?
Yet seeing this young man's abilities, Zhang Sanfeng could not help the fervor rising in his eyes.
Perhaps his opportunity lay with this young man. Perhaps there was now hope for Wuji's cold poison, too.
"This junior is Chang Yuchun. Thank you, immortal, for saving my life." Although Chang Yuchun was covered in wounds and nearly at the point where his oil had run dry and his lamp was guttering out, he did not forget his manners, respectfully kowtowing three times to Ling Yi.
Ling Yi did not stop him. He walked over, took out a Senzu Bean, and handed it to him.
"Eat this."
Chang Yuchun did not hesitate at all. Without even taking a close look at what Ling Yi had given him, he obediently put it into his mouth.
Moments later, Chang Yuchun stood up, his face filled with shock. He tore open his upper garment. Every wound had vanished-even the arrow wounds that had just pierced his shoulder were gone, as though he had never been injured.
"Th-thank you, immortal!" Chang Yuchun knew that he had truly encountered a godlike figure. Even if he was not an immortal, with abilities like these, he was no different from one.
Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji, who had already walked over, felt even greater fervor in their hearts.
They knew that this man had restored someone gravely wounded to perfect health in the blink of an eye with just one "immortal pill." In his eyes, Zhang Wuji's cold poison was probably something he could resolve with a mere lift of his hand.
Ling Yi looked at little Zhou Zhiruo and slowly crouched down. He reached out to wipe the rainwater and blood from the little girl's face while using Faith Manifestation, a gentle light radiating from his hand.
Soon, the previously filthy little Zhiruo was not only perfectly clean but had also changed into a beautiful blue dress.
That settled it. This man was definitely an immortal. How else could his abilities be explained?
Little Zhiruo looked very cute now, her large eyes blinking as she stared at Ling Yi, her gaze full of curiosity and affection.
"Big brother, are you really an immortal?" Little Zhiruo asked curiously.
Ling Yi smiled faintly. "What a filial child. I can bring your father back to life, but I have one condition."
"How did you know what I was thinking, immortal big brother?" Little Zhiruo grew even more curious.
"You said it yourself. Your big brother is an immortal."
"Then can you really bring my father back to life?"
Ling Yi nodded. "Yes, but you have to become my disciple."
Everyone else froze. There was actually such a good deal? This little girl's luck defied the heavens.
With an immortal like this as her master, would she not be able to walk sideways through the jianghu from now on?
Truthfully, they all wanted to become his disciples. Even Zhang Sanfeng was tempted.
"Quick, hurry and acknowledge your master," Chang Yuchun urged quietly from the side.
Little Zhiruo clumsily tried to kneel, but Ling Yi stopped her.
"I don't care about these outward formalities. You only need to agree."
As he spoke, Ling Yi snapped his fingers. In the blink of an eye, a middle-aged man appeared before them.
The middle-aged man was dressed as a fisherman and looked quite simple and honest.
"I... this... wasn't I dead?"
"Father!" Little Zhiruo burst into tears and threw herself straight into the man's arms.
"Zhiruo!"
"He can actually bring people back to life?" Zhang Sanfeng and the others were once again shaken beyond words, their gazes toward Ling Yi now holding even greater awe.
These abilities had already frightened them.
Only after Chang Yuchun's brief explanation did the middle-aged man finally understand that the person before him had brought him back to life. Naturally, he thanked Ling Yi profusely.
"Big brother immortal master, can I come back to see Father in the future?" Little Zhiruo felt very close to Ling Yi and tugged at the corner of his robe as she asked.
"You're only becoming my disciple. Why wouldn't you be able to come back?"
"But immortal master is an immortal. Don't you live in the sky?"
"Haha, that's right. We'll be living in the sky from now on... how could an immortal not live in the sky?"
"As for how to come back from the sky, I happen to have a fine treasure here. I'll give it to you."