Chapter 1 A New World

　　While there were said to be three options, for Ye Chu Xiao, there was really only one.

　　In an instant, Ye Chu Xiao’s life points decreased by ten. His body plummeted downwards, passing through the River of Great Daos, and entered a completely new world.

　　Using Dao rhythm as a ticket, riding the ship of fortune to traverse, was essentially a true body transmigration, only with an edited identity.

　　Even swapping identities followed the same principle.

　　Naturally, if he died in this different world, it would be completely real.

　　On the light screen before him, the words "Identity Registered" appeared.

　　Then, a series of unfamiliar memories flashed quickly through Ye Chu Xiao’s mind, like a slideshow.

　　This insertion of memories was different from when Ye Chu Xiao first transmigrated into his original body.

　　Simply put, there was no sense of immersion, no way to empathize.

　　It was merely to allow Ye Chu Xiao to grasp the information of his current identity and gain a quicker understanding of the world he was in.

　　Chen Fusheng, male, seventeen years old, status: lame, self-reliant.

　　Ye Chu Xiao, squatting in a corner begging, quickly regained clarity in his eyes after a moment of confusion.

　　Only a countdown timer appeared on the light screen in front of him.

　　Next to the countdown timer were some simple hints that flickered from time to time.

　　In one month, he would need to ‘renew’ his current identity, meaning he had to earn ten life points within a month, or he would be taken away and sent back to his original world.

　　"A beggar start isn't anything, but having a lame leg and a weak body is a real problem."

　　"Forget about acquiring cultivation resources in this world or finding other Dao rhythms, even staying alive is a problem."

　　"Could it be that because my life point balance is only three points, it affected the randomness of the identity?" Ye Chu Xiao couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency.

　　If life points were truly closely related to a person’s destiny, then he absolutely couldn't return empty-handed from this world.

　　Otherwise, returning to Daheng with a mere three life points, the flaws and hidden dangers he left behind while dealing with the heretical cults would likely all detonate, blasting him to smithereens.

　　The cold wind passed through the alleyway, lashing at his thin body like a whip, making that sense of urgency even stronger.

　　With a true body transmigration, Ye Chu Xiao's strength at the Bitter Realm Third Level should not be so pathetic.

　　But without obtaining information about cultivation in this world, the prompt 'Cultivation Sealed' would occasionally flash on the light screen in front of him, fully explaining why he was in such a sorry state.

　　"Food, clothing, and fire, these are what I urgently need. If possible, it would be best to find a temporary shelter," Ye Chu Xiao sorted through his memories and gradually found a suitable place.

　　With a beggar's knowledge, he naturally wouldn't know what world this was, what dynasty it was, the state of the world, or anything related to cultivation. To a beggar, these were all nonsense.

　　At this time, the useful information Ye Chu Xiao could extract from his memories was the massacre of the Tianwei Martial Hall in the west of Linzhou City.

　　Half a month ago, the Tianwei Martial Hall, located in the west of Linzhou City, was massacred overnight. All one hundred and thirty-nine members of the martial hall, from top to bottom, were killed.

　　Because of the tragic nature of the massacre, blood was splattered all over the courtyard, walls, and stone slabs, leaving behind ghastly, dried bloodstains. As a result, after the valuable items inside the Tianwei Martial Hall were looted, no one dared to enter the empty courtyard again.

　　Ye Chu Xiao planned to go to the Tianwei Martial Hall to stay temporarily, and see if he could solve the food problem there as well.

　　Perhaps... there might be some unlooted food reserves.

　　Limping on one leg, it took Ye Chu Xiao two hours to find the Tianwei Martial Hall, which was missing one of its main gates.

　　At this time, the street where the Tianwei Martial Hall was originally located had been emptied.

　　Everything that could be moved had already been moved, and even those that hadn't been moved temporarily had their doors and windows nailed shut.

　　As if this could provide a bit of insignificant security.

　　There were still bloody handprints on the half-collapsed wooden door.

　　The black bloodstains on the floor seemed to imprison vengeful ghosts, making people feel cold even in broad daylight.

　　Ye Chu Xiao limped inside, without much emotion of 'fear' or 'awe'.

　　Cultivation was depriving him of some of his emotions, but he only regarded it as his own 'calmness'.

　　The rice jar in the kitchen had long been emptied. The large rice jar, which was difficult to move, had also been smashed with a large hole, by who knows who.

　　Destroy it if you can't take it. That's human nature.

　　And while people fear death and ghosts, it doesn't stop them from taking advantage.

　　Fortunately, there was half an acre of sweet potatoes in the backyard. Perhaps they hadn't grown well half a month ago, so a few seedlings had survived by chance. Ye Chu Xiao pulled them out, and gathering them together could make a meal.

　　The Xuanwei Hall, originally the most majestic place in the Tianwei Martial Hall, was now where Ye Chu Xiao lit a fire with broken windows he had torn down. He was roasting the sweet potatoes he had just dug up in the fire.

　　Looking at the flickering flames, Ye Chu Xiao let out a heartfelt sigh of relief.

　　Immediately afterward, he cursed himself for being so unmotivated.

　　He had only managed to get a meal, and he was already feeling satisfied.

　　The entire Xuanwei Hall was empty. The seats that should have been filled were long gone.

　　Only the traces of knives and swords on the two large stone pillars, as well as the equally dried bloodstains, scattered on them in spots, looked ugly and ferocious.

　　Ye Chu Xiao's gaze was gradually attracted by a sword mark.

　　At first glance, the sword mark didn't seem unusual.

　　But upon closer inspection, one could perceive its neatness and restraint.

　　Ye Chu Xiao could be considered a martial artist in his own right, so he could still see some clues from the traces.

　　Without feeling any apprehension, Ye Chu Xiao walked forward and touched the sword mark with his hand.

　　Unexpectedly, the golden clock moved again.

　　The pointer reversed, and time seemed to be flowing backward as well.

　　"Obtained residual aura of Dao rhythm, initiating Time Reversal. Please intercept the Dao rhythm as soon as possible."

　　The same message was conveyed mechanically.

　　Ye Chu Xiao also seemed to be following the reversal of time, beginning to revert to the past.

　　This time, the clock didn't just turn one circle, but a full sixteen circles.

　　"It seems that the Time Reversal influenced by the Dao rhythm aura isn't just twenty-four hours, but determines the specific length of the Reversal based on the state of the residual aura at the time. I just don't know where the upper limit is," Ye Chu Xiao thought.

　　In an instant, the originally dilapidated, desolate, and even somewhat eerie Xuanwei Hall became magnificent and resplendent.

　　A young man was kneeling in the center of the hall, with a look of confusion and fear on his face.

　　On either side stood a group of men and women, all facing the same direction.

　　A burly middle-aged man, with his muscular chest half-exposed, leaned on a simple dao, his expression solemn.

　　"Master! Xiao Jiu mistakenly killed the son of the Qingxi Sword Sect's leader. Tracing the root of the matter, the fault wasn't originally his. Is it too much to cripple Xiao Jiu directly and send him to the Qingxi Sword Sect...?" a young man asked the burly middle-aged man.