Everyone, I believe that you have often fantasized about rebirth, time travel, and an unknown beauty falling in love with you, things that only happen in literary works.
If this really happens, how will you deal with it?
Like those protagonists, try hard to seize the opportunity and write a thrilling counterattack story?
Or will he become the world's number one with his extraordinary talent?
According to the normal development of the plot - assuming a man who graduated at the age of 24, changed eight jobs in two years, was recently fired and is living off his parents, and has social phobia and terminal laziness, should he be able to make a big splash in his new life and new world?
"No, neither of them. A rotten orange is a rotten orange! Personality, mentality and even life trajectory will not change easily just because of a change of living environment!"
The man put the herbs in his hand into the alchemy furnace, but ended up being smoked to dust because of the inability to control the fire. He muttered to himself, and no one knew who he was talking to.
"A genius is a genius wherever he goes, and he can always make a splash. Hard work will never let you down, and there will always be a moment to shine. Ordinary people are just ordinary people, and there is no need to feel ashamed of being an ordinary passerby and living a relatively ordinary life!"
The ruler followed the sound and fell on the speaker's neck, making a crisp sound, followed by a scream of "Ouch!"
"Ye Xinhai, I've only been out for half a cup of tea and you've been nagging me in the alchemy room. If you want to complain, wait until the Huiyuan Pill is refined!"
Ye Xinhai, who had been beaten, touched his neck. His hands, which were covered with ash, had smeared most of the only clean part of his neck. He looked up at his master and said perfunctorily, "Okay..."
"I'll say it again. Mastering the Dan Fire is like mastering the spiritual energy in your body. You should understand the feeling of spiritual energy circulating in your body, right?"
So it can circulate for a cycle... Ye Xinhai sighed. Since he came to this world and started cultivating immortals, he has never been able to draw the spirit into the body and circulate it for a cycle. Every time, either he failed directly when trying to draw the spirit into the body, or he failed because of unstable breath when he was about to complete the cycle.
This situation is common among most new disciples.
At the very least, if you want the spiritual energy to circulate completely in your body, you need to practice for at least one to one and a half years. Calculating the time it took to travel here, minus the one month before entering the door, Ye Xinhai has only practiced for two and a half months.
If you must say, Ye Xinhai is one of the most talented disciples.
"Snap!" The ruler fell on his neck again, causing him to grimace in pain and gasp for air.
"Is that 'I'm already pretty good' expression on your face meant for me? Yes, according to the average level of beginners, you are making fast progress, but think about how old you are! You are twenty-four this year, right? If you have just opened your spiritual acupoints at this age, you should know how hard your future cultivation journey will be!"
The master's words brought Ye Xinhai back to reality. Although he had good talent, in this world of cultivating immortals, one had to open his spiritual orifices before the age of sixteen at the latest so that he could lead the spirit into his body and start practicing.
The later you open your spiritual orifice after the age of sixteen, the more difficult it will be to practice.
To be frank, his age is basically a death sentence. Unless he has an incredible talent, it is impossible for him to achieve anything.
Those previous words and those deliberate mental activities were just his way of comforting himself.
As a loyal novel fan who has read countless time-travel novels and imagined the beauty of an infinite world of cultivation, it would be a huge disappointment for anyone to finally reach the world of their dreams and get such a result.
Fortunately, he is a guy with top-notch Ah Q spirit. He has mastered the methods of paralyzing himself and escaping from reality, so he does not lose hope and completely give up.
Although he didn't feel motivated now, he might as well make the best of it. If people want to survive, they have to create value. People without value will be abandoned, so he chose the unpopular and obscure medicine course in the sect.
If you can't compete with others, then find another way. This is one of the few experiences he has gained from his two years of social life.
I still remember that the master patted me on the shoulder and made a big promise to him. Even if you only learn their trade at the entry level, you will be sought after by all the major cultivators once you leave the sect. There are countless cultivators who are good at fighting, but those who can make pills and perform medical treatments are rare!
Now that I think about it, I just ate eight times in those two years, but I was fooled so easily. Young people are so gullible...
"Okay, we've been studying for the whole morning, let's take a break. There's an internal competition today, come with me to take a look!"
Seeing that Ye Xinhai had no mood to listen, the master did not force him. He threw a towel to his only precious disciple and ended the teaching for the day.
"Wucao...where is my senior sister?" Ye Xinhai asked tentatively, looking at the person next to him who was wearing a black robe that mopped the ground, with messy hair and dirt in the gaps between her fingernails, but was still concentrating on flipping through books and grinding medicine.
Although she is called a senior sister, it is impossible to tell from her appearance. Ye Xinhai has never even found this senior sister's face among her messy hair.
But the master said that after he lived on this mountain with his senior sister named Wucao, he would always call her that.
"Forget about her. Hurry up and pack up. I'll wait for you at the foot of the mountain." Before he finished speaking, he disappeared in the alchemy room.
As soon as the master left, the alchemy room became quiet with only the sounds of black grass being ground into medicine and the flames burning. Ye Xinhai stood up, stretched his sore arms and lumbar spine, and slowly moved out of the room.
No talent, no future, and even no luck with women? Ye Xinhai covered his face with a towel and wiped it in grief.
There are three people on this mountain, two women and one man. One woman is disheveled and wakes up every day to make medicine and grind medicine. The other is my master. It seems not bad, but on second thought, it is better to live in a room full of men!
I only go between the bedroom and the living room every day, which fundamentally eliminates the possibility of contact with other people.
It seemed that neither Senior Sister Wu Cao nor Master could be regarded by him as the so-called "female attraction".
"Where is the beautiful senior sister, quirky junior sister, and the evil and mysterious saint of the demon cult described in the books?" Ye Xinhai threw the towel to the ground and said angrily.
Unfortunately, no one could respond to his complaints.
After a while, Passerby A, who had fallen silent after the outburst, picked up the towel, put it on his shoulders, and walked down the mountain.
Among the mountains where Ye Xinhai lives is a sect called Lingyun Sect. Starting today, Lingyun Sect will hold its once-in-five-year internal competition. This is one of the reasons why Lingyun Sect can flourish in the Haoran New Territory, a continent of immortal cultivation.
There are eight peaks in Lingyun Sect, also known as the "Eight Peaks Lingyun Sect". Only the sect competition held every five years allows disciples from the eight peaks to gather here and compete with real swords and guns.
Thirty-six outstanding disciples were selected to go down the mountain for training, to subdue demons and uphold justice. The outstanding disciples were tempered, and the reputation of the sect was spread far and wide, killing two birds with one stone.
Unfortunately, after a hundred years of development, Wufeng Mountain among the Eight Peaks gradually declined because its medical theories on elixirs were too obscure and difficult to understand. By the generation of Song Qingxue, there were only two disciples left practicing under his tutelage.
Naturally, there were no disciples from Wufeng Mountain participating in the sect competition. This was the reason why Song Qingxue, as a master, watched the competition so actively: she finally didn't have to watch her disciples getting beaten up and then listen to the ridicule from the elders of other mountains.
As the master and disciple arrived at the competition venue, a cry of surprise came from the crowd, drawing their attention to the inside of the venue.
A competition that is said to be the most exciting in the past sixty years is in full swing. A man and a woman are making hand gestures and chanting spells, each displaying their own magical powers.
"So handsome and powerful, he is worthy of being the direct disciple of Elder Liu Zhu of Qingzhu Peak! He has only been practicing for two and a half months!"
"What a joke! He is a genius among geniuses. The sect master's closed disciple who can fight him on equal terms is the most powerful one!"
"What? It's obviously Elder Liu Zhu's disciples who are the best!"
"You are from Qingzhu Peak, right? If I were to say objectively, the sect master's closed disciple is the best!"
The fighting was fierce inside the arena, and the quarreling was intense off the field. The exciting competition attracted countless disciples to watch, and even the elders and the sect master and deputy sect master of the other seven mountains came to the scene in person.
"Junior Sister Liu, the kid you picked out that day was truly amazing. He learned your Ten Thousand Swords Technique quite well not long after he started learning." The sect leader sighed as he watched the densely packed flying swords in the arena attack in an orderly manner under the control of the young man.
Liu Zhu, who is usually serious, couldn't help but smile when he saw the boy's training results. However, before the corners of his mouth could rise a little, he was frightened away by the boy's opponent.
A powerful spiritual pressure was released from the hands of the girl that the young man was facing. Tens of thousands of flying swords were turned into dust in an instant. This spiritual pressure even spread to the elders in the audience.
"Master, this...is this the Sky-reaching Finger?" Liu Zhu looked back at the Master in disbelief. The Master laughed and stroked his beard without refutation. It seemed that he was quite satisfied with his closed disciple.
Ten thousand flying swords were broken, but the young man was not discouraged. He raised his right hand and chuckled, "Sister, I lose! I surrender."
"Thank you." The girl also smiled, without any of the fierceness she had just used to release her magical powers.
After the referee loudly announced that it was the girl who advanced, the disciples and elders who were watching gave thunderous applause to the two people in the field.
Like the moon surrounded by stars, the two walked down the stage together and received countless praises from their fellow disciples.
The elders who were watching the game from afar congratulated the Sect Master and Liu Zhu, saying that they had taught well and that Lingyun Sect had gained two promising disciples.
Ye Xinhai, who was separated from his master by the crowd, went with the flow. When the crowd around him retreated, he found that he had moved away from the stands and was standing beside the bamboo path leading to Qingzhu Peak.
"Alas..." Ye Xinhai sighed for no reason.
A story cannot exist without a protagonist. Obviously, Ye Xinhai, a passerby, is not the candidate for the protagonist. So who will take on the position of the protagonist? The answer seems to be self-evident.
If Ye Xinhai were just an ordinary person, he wouldn't sigh like he does now, but...
"Ah! Wait a minute, sorry everyone, please make way!"
The two siblings, who were regarded as the chosen ones of heaven, escaped from the crowd of fanatical fellow students and strode to the side of Passerby A.
"Brother! Come and watch our competition! How powerful is my Ten Thousand Swords Technique?"
"Hehe, although in the end it was me as the elder sister who won with my Heavenly Finger, so…brother, you should be praising me!"
That's right, if it was just an ordinary person, Ye Xinhai wouldn't be so distressed.
But the cousins who traveled with me through time turned out to be the protagonists...
Are you proud? Yes, I am very proud.
Are you sad? Of course I am.
"Haha, they are both amazing..." Ye Xinhai pursed his lips and finally spoke under the expectant gaze of the two...
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