Firmament Continent, Year 9619 of the Gregorian calendar, early autumn.
Ling Xuanwu Province, located in the Sky Fire Empire, was a stunning mountain peak surrounded by clouds and mist. It had been established in the Empire for thousands of years and was a force to be reckoned with.
At this moment, the sky was just beginning to brighten. Outside the South Gate of Ling Xuanwu Province, a figure appeared on the rugged mountain path. The young man's steps were steady and steady. When a ray of white light rose from the east in the distance, he had just reached the top of the cliff.
The young man faced the east, his bright eyes looking at the gradually rising sun. When the first ray of sunlight slowly shone down from the top of his head, he immediately closed his eyes, inhaled slightly and exhaled continuously. Soon, he formed a constant rhythm.
The surrounding airflow seemed to come alive in an instant. Under his breathing, it quickly surrounded and sucked into his body. A warm current flowed to his limbs and bones, and finally converged into the Tianling acupoint at the top of his head, filling him with wisdom.
After this cycle for half an hour, he finally stopped absorbing. His lips slightly opened, and he slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. When he opened his eyes, a strange purple light flashed in his eyes.
"The sun rises in the east, and the purple air comes from the east. It is indeed the time of day when the energy is the purest." The young man looked up at the rising sun. The sunlight shone on his face. It was a delicate face, and his skin was a healthy wheat color. His black hair fluttered in the wind, and he was wearing a simple coarse cloth, but it was clean.
His name was Long Bufan. As his name suggested, he had an extraordinary experience. As an excellent Special Forces soldier, his mission was to obey the orders of his superiors, even if it meant sacrificing his own life to complete the mission!
However, after he was poisoned and died during the mission, his soul traveled to the Foreign Realm and possessed a little boy's body.
At that time, the little boy was emaciated. Perhaps he was overworked, but before Long Bufan's soul could possess his body, he had already died. After that, Long Bufan's soul merged with the memories of his body. Only then did he learn that the little boy was a pitiful orphan who was sold to Ling Xuanwu Province to be a handyman boy. He didn't have a name, and those who knew him only called him handyman.
Therefore, Long Bufan could only continue to live the life of a little boy. He hid his strength and bided his time, quietly training his thin and weak body. Fortunately, he was a special forces soldier in his previous life, so he knew some basic medical knowledge. Therefore, he picked some herbs in the mountains that could strengthen the body, boiled them, and drank them together with acupuncture. After spending five years like this, his body gradually became stronger.
Long Bufan also understood that this world was vastly different from the technological era of his previous life. Most of the people here advocated martial arts, were strong and healthy, and lived long lives. Unlike his previous world, where people tended to use their brains and invented many tools that were convenient for humans. Furthermore, the environment was heavily polluted, causing many people to be weak and sickly.
"I haven't slept in for a few years. Looks like my efforts weren't in vain." Long Bufan felt the strong meridians in his body, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. The breathing technique he had just used was Ling Xuanwu Province's Qi Condensation Manual, the Purple Qi Heart Mantra. It allowed one to absorb the essence of the sun to refine the body. Every day, he would wake up early to practice, and the zhenqi in his body would clearly increase.
Then, Long Bufan pulled out a small axe from his belt and walked to a densely wooded area to begin his day's work: chopping firewood. As a handyman disciple of Ling Xuanwu Province's Ovens, his daily duty was to prepare meals for everyone in the Sect. Today, it was his turn to go into the mountains to chop firewood.
Long Bufan bent his waist, his hand gripping the handle of the axe. The muscles in his arm pulsed, and the axe rose and fell, steadily and powerfully chopping at the tree trunk. The blade of the axe wasn't sharp, so even though it took some effort to chop, Long Bufan still enjoyed it. He sweated profusely because it was a good way to train his strength.
Before long, the thick tree trunk finally tilted backward with a cracking sound, and the dense branches and leaves swept up a cloud of dust.
With the axe in hand, Long Bufan chopped off all the branches and leaves, then chopped them into pieces of wood. Next, he used the nearby grass to make a simple grass vine, and tied the pieces of wood into a large pile.
After doing all this, Long Bufan finally stopped to rest. Panting, he wiped the sweat off his face with his hand. It would have been better if he didn't wipe it off, but as soon as he did, the sweat seeped into the blisters on his palms. The blood and sweat mixed together, and he felt a slight pain.
Long Bufan, who had long been accustomed to it, didn't think it was strange. He picked up a small handful of grass from the ground, put it in his mouth, and chewed it. He spat it out and gently wiped the wounds on his palms. People who do heavy physical work or practice martial arts must often use medicinal herbs to treat the body. Otherwise, it will leave behind hidden injuries. If hidden injuries accumulate, they may fall ill, or even die.
This medicinal herb is called Iron Thread Grass. Although the green juice squeezed out from the Iron Thread Grass has healing properties, when it is sprinkled on the wounds, it is like being brushed by iron thread, and the pain is unbearable.
Long Bufan's face was expressionless, as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of pain.
In fact, there are many medicinal herbs that are more effective than the Iron Thread Grass, and their medicinal properties are mild. However, their expensive prices make people like Long Bufan sigh. Usually, the resources for cultivation are very tight, so how can he be willing to spend more money to buy medicinal herbs?
"Pa." Long Bufan kicked with his right foot, and borrowed the force to kick up the wood pile. With a swing of his arm, he carried the wood pile of more than a hundred kilograms on his shoulder, and walked on the rugged mountain road as if it was flat ground.
After passing through a small path, he quickly arrived at Ling Xuanwu Province. Outside the grand gate stood a large stone, and four large golden words were engraved on it.
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