Before returning home with Jiang Xiaorou, Yi Yun found it hard to imagine that this "home" was in front of him.
Originally, when Yi Yun saw the swordsman riding the behemoth, he guessed that there were many flying experts in this alternate world. If that was the case, it would be a place filled with large family clans, sects, and elites.
He had inexplicably transmigrated. If he could get involved with some big clans or big sects, then even if he had never practiced martial arts and was not talented, or even if he was a collateral relative of a concubine, he would at least be able to get by and not have to worry about food and clothing.
But …
Seeing the dilapidated house in front of him, Yi Yun was speechless.
In the past, Yi Yun had been to remote villages and seen the houses there. But compared to the houses in front of him, they were nothing.
This house was made of stone and yellow mud. The house was destitute. Other than a table, two stools, two old beds and a stove, there was nothing else.
Jiang Xiaorou carried Yi Yun into the house. Yi Yun was not used to being carried by a little girl, so he struggled a few times. But his body was too weak, and after walking for a long time, he was exhausted. Panting, he had no choice but to be carried by Jiang Xiaorou.
Thinking of a grown man being carried by a little girl all the way, Yi Yun felt ashamed.
"Yun-er, you must be hungry …" Jiang Xiaorou placed Yi Yun on a small wooden bed and wiped the sweat from her face. Her face was full of joy. She was naturally happy that her brother had come back to life.
Yi Yun looked at Jiang Xiaorou's back. Her clothes were drenched in sweat. Although his body was thin and light, it was still a distance of three to five miles. Jiang Xiaorou was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and she had to carry him from time to time. How could it be easy?
If it was a fifteen-year-old girl on Earth, walking three to five miles empty-handed would be extremely tiring, not to mention carrying him for such a long distance.
"Oh … Yes … A little."
Yi Yun opened his dry lips. This was the first time he spoke after transmigrating to this world. He thought it would be difficult to speak in a language that did not belong to him, but he did not expect it to be like speaking Mandarin, as if it was his mother tongue.
"I'll go cook." Jiang Xiaorou smiled sweetly and carefully wiped the dirt off Yi Yun's face with her sleeves. She then pulled out a pillow for Yi Yun to lean on and pulled a thin blanket over him. She carefully covered Yi Yun with her deft and gentle movements, causing Yi Yun to fall into a trance.
This girl was not his sister at all, but she carried him on her back all the way here and took care of him meticulously. This made him feel a sense of warmth in his heart.
Jiang Xiaorou wanted to start a fire to cook. Yi Yun wanted to help, but he was pressed onto the bed by Jiang Xiaorou.
"You've just recovered from a serious illness. Don't catch a cold. Lie down carefully. I'll be right back."
As Jiang Xiaorou spoke, she picked up a light sack of grain.
Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Xiaorou placed the shabby wooden table in front of the bed. On the wooden table, there was a big bowl of porridge, two unknown wild fruits, and a bowl of boiled wild vegetables.
Yi Yun had been starving for a few days. His chest was glued to his back. Seeing this meal, Yi Yun felt his stomach churn.
At this time, Yi Yun really wanted to eat a meal of braised pork, roasted chicken, roasted duck, and boiled fish. Just the thought of the taste made Yi Yun's stomach cramp.
How could he be full from this hunger?
He opened his mouth and drank a mouthful of porridge. The porridge was not too thin, but it could not stop Yi Yun's empty stomach. The hot porridge stimulated Yi Yun's stomach, making him feel even hungrier.
After a few mouthfuls of porridge, he ate some boiled wild vegetables that did not even have a speck of oil. The wild vegetables were astringent and bitter. Even though Yi Yun was extremely hungry, he still found it hard to swallow.
Yi Yun could not eat such an unpalatable meal. He noticed that Jiang Xiaorou was only looking at him and had not eaten at all. He asked curiously, "Why aren't you eating?"
"I've eaten. I ate when I came looking for you." Jiang Xiaorou's face was slightly pale. She bit her lips as she spoke.
Yi Yun's heart skipped a beat. He remembered that when Jiang Xiaorou came to the cemetery, it was not even three in the afternoon. She ate at that time?
He suddenly realized that he couldn't even get enough of this kind of food in normal times.
What kind of world was this? Why were there powerful warriors who rode on wild beasts, and yet there were poor people who starved to death?
Yi Yun pushed the porridge away and stood up to look at the sack of grain in the corner of the room. Indeed, the sack was empty.
Yi Yun immediately understood. The porridge that Jiang Xiaorou usually cooked was much thinner than this. Today, Jiang Xiaorou had specially cooked a thicker porridge for him to "nourish" his body because he had just revived and felt that his body was too weak.
"I'm full. You eat." Yi Yun pushed the porridge to Jiang Xiaorou. Firstly, he could not eat anymore. Secondly, he could not let a girl save food for him.
He felt a little wistful. He was still wondering if he could return to this alternate world. If he really could not return, he would find an opportunity to practice his skills, so that he could become a powerful warrior who could fly.
But from the looks of it, even living was a problem. He might starve to death before he could figure out anything.
"I'm not hungry." Jiang Xiaorou stubbornly pushed the bowl back. "Tomorrow is the distribution day. You can get a piece of meat. I'll stew it for you."
Upon mentioning the distribution of food, Jiang Xiaorou's face turned slightly red. She was clearly looking forward to the "distribution".
Yi Yun fell silent. On Earth, he felt that life was not easy. Yi Yun was no exception. But compared to this alternate world, the stress of life was nothing. To not even have enough to eat, and even face the danger of starving to death, this was what it meant to have a difficult life.
The feeling of starvation was too painful.
…
Late at night, the night breeze blew gently. Frogs' croaks and crickets' melodious chirping could be heard from the pond grass.
Yi Yun did not sleep. He leaned against the bed and faced the moonlight. He tossed and turned the mysterious Purple Crystal in his hand.
He had climbed out of the collapsed mountain all because of the Purple Crystal. This tiny crystal card was no doubt a treasure.
If he could understand it, he might gain some benefits.
This strange world was extremely dangerous, but that was only for ordinary people. Thinking back to the middle-aged man riding a giant beast in the wilderness, how high-spirited he was. Compared to the suffering people like them, the status of the middle-aged man was like heaven and earth.
"If I could become an expert, I would be free. At least I wouldn't have to starve …"
Yi Yun rubbed his stomach. He had given some of the porridge for dinner to Jiang Xiaorou. Yi Yun was still growing, so the porridge could not be digested, so he was already hungry.
Just as Yi Yun felt his stomach empty, the smooth and cold Purple Crystal in his hand emitted a faint chill, as if …
Eh?
An idea flashed in Yi Yun's mind. Like a spring, he suddenly sat up in bed. His eyes stared straight at the Purple Crystal in his hand, and a look of pleasant surprise appeared on his face.
Yi Yun realized that after looking at the Purple Crystal for a long time, there were faint purple light dots around the Purple Crystal. If one did not look carefully, they would not be able to see them.
These light dots appeared out of thin air and slowly flew into the Purple Crystal before disappearing. It was as if the Purple Crystal had absorbed them. This process lasted for an unknown period of time, and the Purple Crystal's light became brighter.
What's going on?
This discovery made Yi Yun's breathing quicken.
As the Purple Crystal's light became brighter, Yi Yun could clearly feel the Purple Crystal becoming colder. This unique chill spread from his hands to his limbs. It was as if his body had been cleansed by spiritual spring water. It was extremely comfortable.
Yi Yun remembered this feeling. Back when he was digging the cave, he would feel this faint coolness every time he was out of breath. It allowed his exhausted body to regain some strength.
Yi Yun knew that a person could live and work because their body's metabolism provided them with the energy needed for life.
Without eating, there would be no nutrition, and naturally, no energy. As a result, a person would starve to death.
He did not eat or drink for a few days and nights, and survived under the circumstances of high-intensity work. Furthermore, he had completed such a long tunnel, so there had to be a supply of energy. This cool feeling should be the life energy flow that the Purple Crystal provided to him.
Thinking back, back when he found the Purple Crystal in the cave, it had emitted a faint glow like a night pearl.
And after he transmigrated to this strange world, the Purple Crystal's glow had weakened. This was probably because it had expended a lot of its energy.
But now, the Purple Crystal's glow was slowly being replenished and strengthened. What was it that was replenishing the Purple Crystal's energy?
Yi Yun carefully observed and realized that these faint, tiny light dots were connected together, extending all the way out the window. It seemed to be … starlight from the sky.
Starlight could replenish the Purple Crystal's energy?
Yi Yun thought for a while before jumping out of bed. He went to the stove and took out a piece of burning charcoal from the stove. He used it to light a handful of hay, causing yellow flames to rise.
Yi Yun carefully placed the Purple Crystal on the fire.
Yi Yun's idea was simple. Since the Purple Crystal could absorb energy from the starlight in the sky, could it also absorb energy from the surrounding environment?
Fire was a form of energy. According to Yi Yun's understanding, it should be stronger than starlight. If the Purple Crystal absorbed the energy from the fire, would it be faster?
As for whether the fire would burn the Purple Crystal, Yi Yun had never considered it.
But …
No matter how much Yi Yun burned the Purple Crystal, there was no change. He could not even feel the Purple Crystal's heat.
The Purple Crystal was like an unmeltable ice. It was cold to the touch, even when the charcoal and hay were all burned.
Yi Yun shook his head and gave up on the experiment.
He planned to go outside the house. The starlight outside was even brighter. Maybe the Purple Crystal could absorb more energy.
If the Purple Crystal was full of energy, what would happen to it?
Yi Yun was looking forward to it!
Yi Yun quietly pushed open the door to the house and the yard, and carefully closed them. He was afraid of waking up his sister in the room next door. But when Yi Yun walked out of the yard, he was slightly stunned.
He saw a girl in green sitting on a stool in the shadow of a tree not far away. She was carefully polishing an arrow in her hand.
The cold arrowhead reflected the cold moonlight. It shone on the girl's delicate face, as if it was covered with a layer of silver veil. And beside the girl, there were dozens of fireflies flying around. They were as beautiful as fairies surrounding a goddess.
Jiang Xiaorou?
Yi Yun saw that beside Jiang Xiaorou, there was a neatly stacked bundle of arrows. Each arrow was finely ground. The arrowhead was sharp and the shaft was shiny.
"This is …"
Although Yi Yun did not know much about cold weapons, he could feel that these arrows were not ordinary.
"Yun-er, why are you out? The dew is heavy at night. Your body has just recovered. Hurry and lie in bed." Jiang Xiaorou quickly stood up and pushed Yi Yun into the house.
"Sis, why are there so many arrows?" Yi Yun was puzzled. Looking at Jiang Xiaorou, she did not look like she could shoot arrows.
"This is to be exchanged for rations tomorrow. It has always been like this …"
Jiang Xiaorou gave Yi Yun a strange look.
"Uh …" Yi Yun did not know this. Strangely, although he had transmigrated into this world and knew words and language, he did not know anything about "Yi Yun"'s life. All his memories were his, nothing more, nothing less.
This was similar to amnesia after a brain injury. A person with amnesia would forget everything, but they would not forget language.
Yi Yun had already thought of an excuse. He explained, "Sis, after I died, there are some things I can't remember …"
"Can't remember?" Jiang Xiaorou was stunned. Yi Yun had fallen down a cliff while picking herbs and broke his bones. He had been bedridden for a period of time before dying. Now that she thought about it, he might have injured his head.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaorou felt her heart ache and worry.
"Yun-er, you …"
"I'm fine." Yi Yun hurriedly stopped Jiang Xiaorou, to prevent her from worrying unnecessarily. "Sis, tell me about this world, and the middle-aged man riding the behemoth. What's going on? I don't remember a lot of things …"
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