Chapter 1 A Terrible Start

To enter the dream of an entire world is vastly different from entering the dream of an individual.

Dreaming of an individual, no matter which point in time you revert to, you can only enter the dream of that one person. But dreaming of an entire world is different; everyone in that world can become a target for dream entry.

In An Qisheng's view, this was no longer dream entry.

He believed it was more like possession and rebirth—a form of transmigration!

The owner of this body was already dead. The moment he awoke, that person had died, leaving behind not even a trace of their spirit.

It was precisely because of this that he felt unfamiliar with this body, yet he did not feel any repulsion.

An Qisheng wanted to grit his teeth, but he bit down on his gums instead; he barely had any teeth left.

From his limbs to his torso, from his internal organs to his bones and muscles, his entire body was in a state of near collapse.

His life was nearing its end.

Those four words flashed through his mind.

Without a doubt, this was truly an old man who had lived to the limit of his lifespan.

Or rather, the only thing that distinguished this body from a corpse was that he still existed within it.

But as things had come to this point, all negative emotions would only worsen the situation and be of no help.

In an instant, An Qisheng calmed down.

He allowed the two small children to climb onto the bed. The boy pried open his mouth, and the girl poured a bowl of foul-smelling, black medicinal concoction into his mouth.

An Qisheng's opening his eyes made the two little ones feel that their Shifu could still be saved.

"Glug glug..."

An Qisheng choked and his eyes rolled back in his head. At this time, his control over this body was limited, so he could only use this method to remind them.

Fortunately, the girl wasn't hopelessly stupid; she saw his eyes roll back and hurriedly stopped what she was doing.

She didn't let An Qisheng's journey into this other world end prematurely.

"Clumsy! Are you trying to kill Shifu!"

The little boy glared at the little girl, snatched the bowl of medicine, and carefully fed it to him.

The reason they had been so despairing before was that their Shifu had been unconscious for a long time, and they couldn't even get any medicine into him.

"Shifu..."

The little girl blinked her big eyes, her dark little face full of hope.

"Tingting wants you to hold her..."

An Qisheng didn't hear these words; in fact, he couldn't understand them.

He was trying hard to control this body in order to cooperate with the two little ones as they fed him the medicine; otherwise, there was no way those two little ones could have gotten the medicine down him.

Even so, the two little ones were busy for most of the day, sweating with exhaustion.

"Huff!"

Feeling the warm medicinal liquid flowing down his esophagus and into his stomach, An Qisheng finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Just cooperating with the two little ones in feeding him the medicine had exhausted him as much as a life-and-death battle.

"Shifu, Shifu, do you feel better?"

The little boy's face was full of nervousness.

An Qisheng couldn't understand what the two little ones were saying, but he could guess what they wanted to say from the worry and nervousness on their faces.

He wanted to wave his hand, but in the end, he could only blink with difficulty.

"Shifu blinked!"

The little girl exclaimed and jumped up and down. "Shifu will definitely be fine soon!"

"Shifu is tired. Let's let Shifu rest."

The little boy tugged at the little girl's arm.

The little girl wanted to stay, but after thinking about it, she obediently followed the little boy out of the room.

"This start is too terrible..."

Looking at the yellowed beams above, An Qisheng closed his eyes.

He continued to strengthen his control over this decaying body.

Because there were no remnants of a soul in this body, and because An Qisheng's control over the body was extremely strong, even though he was limited by the fact that this body was already decaying, the speed of his control was not too slow.

By the time the sky outside had already darkened, he could barely turn over. Although he still couldn't get out of bed, he could already move his arms slightly.

Looking at the loose skin on his yellowed palm, as well as the clearly visible age spots, An Qisheng sighed inwardly.

He communicated with the Dao-One Diagram deep within his soul:

"I want to know the information about this body."

Buzz~

The dazzling light above the ancient painting flowed like water, and the words on it appeared in An Qisheng's vision:

Wang Quan (Ninety-two years old)]

Life Trajectory: Born in the Jiu Fu World, Feng Province of the Da Feng Kingdom, Ronghua Prefecture. Lost his father at a young age, his mother in his youth, and his only younger sister was killed by a passing martial artist in middle age. After taking revenge, he had a complete change of heart...

At the age of ninety-two, his seventy-two years of pure yang (童子功) inner power was seized by Kong San, a renegade from the Extreme God Sect]

Cultivation Methods: Nameless Boy Skill (无名童子功), Nameless Gale Sword (无名疾风剑), Lightness Skill 'Grass Tread' (轻功草上飞)...]

Consuming Dao Power can restore his memories, cultivation methods]

"Seized inner power?"

Only then did An Qisheng understand why he felt this body was even weaker than the body of an ordinary old man.

It turned out that his seventy-plus years of pure yang (童子功) inner power had been taken away.

"Extreme God Sect's Kong San..."

Then, he became somewhat wary.

This old Taoist's inner power was seized, and he died of exhaustion. Now that he has possessed and been reborn into the body, wouldn't that arouse the suspicion of that Kong San?

"Consume Dao Power to obtain Wang Quan's text and information about this world..."

An Qisheng thought for a while and said.

It was impossible to master a language, writing system, and customs of a foreign world from scratch in a short period of time based solely on his dream entry.

Consumed 1 point of Dao Power, obtained part of Wang Quan's memory]

Buzz~

His mind buzzed, as if he had been punched in the face.

Amidst the slight discomfort, a great deal of information flowed through An Qisheng's mind.

This world was called the Jiu Fu World.

The sky had three suns, and the night had seven red moons.

Because the Jiu Fu World was extremely vast and complex, with many dangerous mountains and rivers, there had never been a unified dynasty in tens of thousands of years.

Therefore, various countries stood side by side, with mutual friction and frequent wars.

The place where Wang Quan was located belonged to Ronghua Prefecture of Feng Province, one of the sixteen provinces of Da Feng.

Da Feng was one of the seven strongest countries in the Jiu Fu World. The current Feng King was ambitious and talented, managing the country with great skill. In the twenty years since his ascension to the throne, he had worked hard to govern the country, making it wealthy and powerful, and he vaguely had the momentum to become the number one among the seven countries.

Compared to the clear division between countries, the martial world of the Jiu Fu World was much more complex.

Large sects led by Huangjue Temple, the Extreme God Sect, and the Moon Worship Villa had already expanded their influence beyond a single country. The Six Prisons Demonic Sect, a public enemy of the martial world, had even spread its influence throughout the seven countries.

Unfortunately, that was all.

Wang Quan had never left Ronghua Prefecture in his life, and his understanding of current affairs could be described as very limited. Most of it was hearsay and superficial.

The most memorable thing in his memory was the Nameless Boy Skill (无名童子功) that he had practiced for more than seventy years.

This was a cultivation method that Wang Quan had obtained by chance when he was young.

"Boy Skill (童子功)... Tong Zhengyang and Potter didn't lie. It's indeed possible to cultivate True Qi."

After closing his eyes and digesting it for a while, An Qisheng was no longer completely ignorant of this world.

Wang Quan's memory contained the specific cultivation method of the Boy Skill (童子功).

But because he didn't extract this cultivation method, although he knew the cultivation method, he didn't have Wang Quan's decades of cultivation experience.

Creak~

At this moment, the wooden door was pushed open, and the reddish moonlight shone in.

The two dirty little ones walked in, holding a few dark lumps of dough.

"Shifu, you, you can get up!"

Seeing An Qisheng sitting up, the little girl jumped up, almost dropping the dough in her hand.

The little boy immediately became anxious, his eyes widening:

"Jiang Tingting, be careful! We only begged for this much in a day!"

"Shifu, you must be hungry. Eat quickly."

Jiang Tingting held the dark cornbread and hopped to An Qisheng's side.

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

These two little ones, the boy was twelve years old, named Zhang Hao Hao, and the girl was nine years old, named Jiang Tingting.

They were orphans adopted by Wang Quan.

He glanced at the cornbread that had been kneaded black by small hands, and then glanced at Jiang Tingting, who was secretly swallowing her saliva. He reached out and picked up one, pushing the other one to the little girl:

"One is enough for me. You can eat the rest."

An Qisheng frowned almost imperceptibly.

From the expressions and words of the two when they came in, he knew that these two little guys had actually gone down the mountain to beg. No wonder they only came back so late.

But although the old Taoist Wang Quan lived a simple life, he wasn't really poor. The things he had accumulated in his life were enough for these two little guys to live without worry for the rest of their lives.

But he wasn't surprised. The only pillar, the old Taoist, had fallen.

Naturally, there would be no shortage of people who wanted to take advantage of the situation and swallow the assets of this Taoist temple.

"Oh."

Jiang Tingting obediently retracted her hand, looking at the cornbread in her hand, her little face tangled.

She didn't know whether to eat it or not.

"Shifu, water."

Zhang Hao Hao brought over a bowl of water and handed it to him.

An Qisheng took the water, didn't eat or drink, and instead looked at the two little ones:

"Did you go begging?"

"No, no."

Zhang Hao Hao's face flushed red: "We, we went to, to ask for alms."

"Shifu..."

Jiang Tingting was also a little at a loss.

Their Shifu didn't like taking things from others. He always said that asking for alms was a Buddhist practice, and Taoists didn't have this rule. They couldn't go begging even if they were starving to death.

Now it was terrible. They were going to be scolded by Shifu.

"Well done."

Unexpectedly, An Qisheng just smiled:

"We're almost starving to death. Where are we going to be so particular?"

From Wang Quan's memory, he knew that the Taoists in this world didn't have the rule of asking for alms, but not only was he not a Taoist, but even if he was, the Taoists of the Xuan Star didn't have the rule that they couldn't beg.

Wang Zhongfu, a grandmaster of Xuan Star Taoism, had a history of begging.

"Ah?"

The two little ones were both stunned.

"Go to sleep."

An Qisheng waved his hand.

The two little guys walked out in a daze, still wondering how their Shifu had changed his nature.

An Qisheng swallowed the coarse cornbread with cold water.

He could eat the inhuman medicinal cuisine of the training camp, so this cornbread was naturally nothing to him.

Afterwards, he lay down again, feeling a bit of pity for those two little guys in his heart.

At their age, placed in Xuan Star or his previous life, they should all be the apple of their family's eye, but they had begged for two cornbreads and were still reluctant to eat them.

Their thoughtfulness was heartbreaking.

"It's a pity..."

An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Whoosh whoosh~~~

The night wind blew past, and the fallen leaves in the courtyard danced.

A figure jumped down from the roof, passed through the dancing fallen leaves, and landed gently outside An Qisheng's door, silently.