With a soft hum, the Nascent Soul peak aura on the young cultivator, Xu Qingfeng, crashed into the Transformation stage!
This was, in itself, a common occurrence.
But Li Qi froze.
He pondered his distant memories.
He had once obtained the memories of a white skeleton.
That white skeleton was also named Xu Qingfeng, and the small world he inhabited was extremely weak, with Nascent Soul being the strongest. (Xu Qingfeng's memories can be revisited in Chapter 338.)
Li Qi looked again at the face identical to the Xu Qingfeng in his memory, and also...
The same soul aura.
This...
Why, that was many epochs ago.
Could it be... reincarnation?
A trace of shock welled up in Li Qi's eyes. At this moment, even he was somewhat perplexed.
However, Li Qi watched quietly, wanting to see if Xu Qingfeng's experiences would be exactly the same as the memories he had seen before.
"Wait, the Three Great Immortals, the Three Great Immortals already existed in Xu Qingfeng's era."
With this thought, Li Qi's gaze shifted once more towards a certain place in this universe.
But the next moment, Li Qi was disappointed.
The strong individuals in this universe this time were not the Three Great Immortals blocking the immortal path.
In this epoch, there were already nine Immortals, and these nine Immortals had no intention of blocking the immortal path either.
Something was different again...
Li Qi became somewhat confused again.
The Xu Qingfeng before him was definitely not just two similar flowers.
Because he had once felt Xu Qingfeng's soul aura, and while the current Xu Qingfeng was weak, that soul aura was identical.
Li Qi's eyes narrowed slightly.
Then, without speaking, he continued to watch Xu Qingfeng.
He wanted to see if Xu Qingfeng's experiences would differ.
And so, Li Qi proceeded to observe Xu Qingfeng's actions.
Ten thousand years passed in a flash.
At this point, Xu Qingfeng had already reached the peak of the Integration stage, just one step away from becoming an Immortal.
During these ten thousand years, Li Qi had been keeping a close watch on Xu Qingfeng.
But compared to the memories Li Qi had of Xu Qingfeng previously.
This Xu Qingfeng had similar behaviors, as well as different ones.
Similar, yet not.
Li Qi withdrew his gaze. What he wanted to confirm seemed to be in the stage of contemplation.
And as Li Qi pondered, another ten thousand years passed.
At a certain moment, Li Qi's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Reincarnation! This is reincarnation! There's no doubt about it."
Because that soul aura was not deceiving.
The only thing that caused Xu Qingfeng to act differently from his past was merely the people he encountered.
If his experiences were exactly the same as before, it wouldn't be reincarnation, but a copy.
"Does that mean that young Wang Cheng will also reappear in reincarnation later on?"
With this thought, Li Qi's eyes, which had been devoid of emotion for a long time, once again revealed a hint of emotion.
Of course, he wasn't afraid of another him appearing through reincarnation.
Because of the strange nature of the system, Li Qi wasn't even sure if his own Earth was the Earth in this universe.
After all, this universe spoke of cultivation.
While the Earth Li Qi came from spoke of science.
After that day, Li Qi returned to the Netherworld once more.
But this time, it was obvious that the Heavenly Dao of the Netherworld and the system could sense Li Qi's emotional changes.
Li Qi's emotions seemed to have "come alive"?
And after that day, Li Qi's divine sense continued to envelop the entire universe, with all regions within his sight.
Yet, despite Li Qi's actions, due to his strength, even Immortals in this universe could not sense Li Qi's scrutiny.
After an unknown period of time.
Perhaps within this epoch, or perhaps countless epochs later.
...
In a certain small world, this small world was not particularly strong.
The strongest was only at the Transformation stage.
"Little brother, your talent is too poor, you don't meet our sect's recruitment requirements. Hurry along."
At the sect gate, a middle-aged cultivator wearing sect robes, exuding a terrifying aura of the second layer of Foundation Establishment, shook his head at the youth before him.
Hearing this, the youth before the middle-aged cultivator's face immediately showed a look of disappointment.
He had been rejected again.
But the next moment, the youth gritted his teeth. His age was growing, and if no sect took him,
He would truly miss his chance to cultivate.
The youth gritted his teeth and said.
"Talent too weak? Then can I join the sect if I pay more spirit stones? I can earn spirit stones outside the sect later!"
"Pay more spirit stones? With your talent, you'd have to pay three times as much as other disciples, otherwise it's more tiring for the masters in the sect to teach you."
"Three... three times."
Wang Cheng's eyes widened upon hearing this. The sect disciples had to pay thirty broken spirit stones every month, and he said three times.
That would be ninety, which was more than he could earn in a month even working thirty days straight.
He had thought it would only be a few more stones, in which case he could earn it by cultivating less.
"Never... never mind, farewell."
Wang Cheng left somewhat dejected. The middle-aged cultivator merely shook his head and said nothing more.
Not long after, Wang Cheng went down the mountain and arrived at a nearby town.
Orphaned and without parents, he looked at everything before him with a sense of bewilderment. Cultivating was merely his unilateral desire.
He had actually heard from passing cultivators before that his talent was poor and he would never be able to cultivate immortality in his life.
"Forget it."
Wang Cheng was somewhat dejected. He would find a village and live his life working from sunrise to sunset.
And at that moment.
"Bang!"
Wang Cheng, who was walking with his head down, didn't notice someone appearing before him.
"Kid, aren't you watching where you're going? Are you looking for death?"
A middle-aged brute with a face full of flesh, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying, stood in front of him, his face contorted in pain and his eyes filled with ferocity as he looked at Wang Cheng.
Before Wang Cheng could even apologize, the man was about to throw a punch.
Although this big man was an ordinary person, compared to the scrawny Wang Cheng, one punch would likely leave Wang Cheng bedridden for ten days to a month.
Seeing this, Wang Cheng was even more frightened, stumbling backward. It seemed he couldn't escape this beating.
"So... so sorry..."
As the big man's fist was about to land, Wang Cheng closed his eyes and curled up in fear.
But the next moment, the expected beating did not come.
Wang Cheng opened his eyes slightly.
The big man was still lying on the ground not far away, groaning in pain.
And beside him, a young man, only a few years older than himself, stood quietly.
It was clear that this person had intervened and helped him just now.
To be able to easily defeat such a tall and strong big man, this young man was almost like a cultivator.
"Are you alright?"
"Thank... thank you."
Wang Cheng was awestruck. This was a true cultivator before him.
And at this moment, Wang Cheng suddenly noticed the young man before him smile at him.
This smile seemed very familiar to him.
But he had never met this person before, for some reason.
Yet, inexplicably, Wang Cheng felt a strange sense of closeness towards the young man before him.
"Do you want to learn cultivation?"
At this moment, the young man before him asked.
Wang Cheng nodded quickly.
"Yes!"
Then he reacted, and Wang Cheng cautiously looked at the young man before him.
"But my talent is poor, and other sects won't take me. How much spirit stones does your sect charge per month?"
The young man before him smiled. "Fifteen!"
Fifteen spirit stones, which was cheaper than any sect currently recruiting disciples.
Without hesitation.
"I'll join."
"Good, Wang Cheng, then call me Senior Brother first."
"Senior... wait, why do you know my name is Wang Cheng?"
"Don't ask so many questions, quickly call me Senior Brother!"
ps, finally finished writing, and I'll take this opportunity to vent a little. I started this book on September 15th last year, and it will end on April 1st. Half a year has passed without me realizing it.
The trepidation when I first started writing still seems vivid, and now, in the blink of an eye, it's finished. One million characters, which is a new breakthrough for me.
But it's a pity that the only drawback is that I haven't earned much money. I need to live and work in reality, otherwise, I won't have food to eat, which has led to many parts of the content being written rather roughly.
But there's no choice, my stomach comes first.
Sometimes I really hate myself. I'm not good at writing novels, and I'm useless in reality, only managing to get by. I even get scolded every day.
This book is even worse than the one before it, "Terrifying Hell," which can be seen from the readers' rewards. The word count is more than the previous one, but the amount of rewards is less than one-eighth of "Terrifying Hell."
Thinking about it, I'm truly useless. In fact, my mind has been a bit chaotic for the past few days.
I've been single for over twenty years and never been in a relationship. I recently liked a girl.
But I have nothing, and my life is barely getting by. How could I dare to confess, let alone what comes after confessing? I could only quietly be a friend by her side.
Then a few days ago, I learned that the girl I liked went on a blind date these past few days. I was truly heartbroken, and I don't even know how I wrote the novel, its quality is so poor.
But what can I do? I'm just a self-deprecating little mouse with nothing. Even if I confessed, even if it succeeded, would I ask her to share my hardship?
Although I'm unwilling, I have to admit that the guy she's on a blind date with does have better conditions than me. In reality, if things work out, it would be more comfortable for her to be with someone who has nothing like me.
I dare not, and I truly cannot. Perhaps sometimes I can only shed tears in secret.
I'm truly useless. Sometimes I even fantasize about being the protagonist of a wealthy novel.
But when I snap back to reality.
It seems true, I've just been in a dorky state before the system bound me.
I don't know what else to say.
It's tiring, but I'll earn more money, and I won't neglect writing books.
Although I don't earn much, saving more money is a good thing.
If one day I have money, and the girl I like is still single, I will definitely fight for her.
Alright, I've complained too much. Finally, I'll continue to ask for rewards from the readers who can see this far.
And to all my readers, I'll see you in the next book.