The wind beside his ears roared like a beast, yet the youth did not fall downstairs; in the blink of an eye, he was back in his room, only slightly disheveled, regret apparent in his eyes: "What a pity, aside from the Cloud Ascension Technique, no other Immortal Law can be applied anymore. Even the Cloud Ascension Technique is much worse than before, probably because the Spiritual Power of this world is too scarce, especially at night, I can hardly feel any Spiritual Power."
That night at the Yunteng Sect, the might of the ninth Tribulation Crossing Thunder was earth-shattering. Yun Guanzi only remembered the lightning flashing into his eyes like needles, and in a breath's time, he was swept away.
When Yun Guanzi opened his eyes again, he saw an ancient and smoky object (a computer), a middle-aged woman wailing as though between life and death, and a stern-looking man who, upon seeing his awakening, unleashed a torrent of scolding upon him. From the man's words, Yun Guanzi pieced together his current identity.
"He" was called Zhou Ziang, the middle-aged woman was the mother of this body (in this world, mother is called 'mom,') and that man, whose scolding was not inferior to that of the Yunteng Sect Leader, was his father (in this world, father is called 'dad'). He was sixteen years old, about the same age as the former Yun Guanzi.
Through the mirror in the toilet (bathroom), the appearance of this body was slightly more delicate than that of the previous Yun Guanzi, its skin lacking in sun exposure, thus appearing excessively pale, with deep and somber facial features carrying a touch of melancholy, and a weaker constitution, often coughing at night.
In the new world, water need not be carried from creeks or wells, and lighting and heating did not require fire. The people of this world do not have Spiritual Energy to fill their bellies and must rely on various types of food to ward off hunger.
In the morning, the woman that "Zhou Ziang" called mom forcibly made him drink a glass of white, fishy-smelling liquid (milk), along with a few slices of golden dry rations made from wheat (toast), some striped pieces made from the minced meat of livestock (sausage), and an unrecognizable egg (sunny-side up egg). Compared to the colorless and tasteless Spiritual Energy of the Yunteng Sect, Yun Guanzi first adapted to the food of the new world.
Throughout the day, Yun Guanzi pieced together the memories remaining in his body, figuring out Zhou Ziang's personality and related information about this world. However, Zhou Ziang still harbored many questions about the world beyond the Zhou Family.
Afterwards, Yun Guanzi entered the space to check, and the Gold Grade Space that had withstood eight Heavenly Thunders had not upgraded further. Fortunately, the spirit flowers and herbs in the space were not damaged. People of this world do not have the concept of space, let alone Cultivation. In this new world, Spiritual Energy is also very weak, and Yun Guanzi, who once absorbed Spiritual Energy most efficiently in the Yunteng Sect, could barely feel the fluctuations of Spiritual Energy.
"Fortunately, the Gold Grade Space is intact, but the bad news is that in this world scarce of Spiritual Energy, it may be impossible for the space to advance further," Zhou Ziang thought, as he looked at the peeled mango Xi Lijuan brought in.
"Let's strengthen this body's constitution first, then think about how to return to Yunteng," Zhou Ziang closed his eyes, envisioning a golden sphere in his mind. If Zhu Xiaoxian's mind housed an iron sphere the size of a ping pong ball, then Zhou Ziang's Gold Grade Space was the size of a basketball.
Re-entering the space, he was greeted by intoxicating scents of fruit and flowers from all around. The scale of Yun Guanzi's space could be measured by the phrase "ten thousand trees."
In the very center of the space was a self-flowing spring cool in summer and warm in winter. The Clean Water babbled endlessly, nourishing every crop in the space through the grooves in the space.
There were no vulgarly bright flowers or tall trees; in the Gold Grade Space, several neatly pruned low bushes divided the planting spaces with different functions.
Eight thousand-year-old ancient pines towered mightily, reaching for the sky like eight guards, standing solemnly at the eight corners of the space. In a corner on the eastern side of the space was a fruit orchard, orderly bamboo racks laden with clusters of plump grapes, Flat Peaches peering out from the leaves with a soft fuzz, and watermelons striped like jade obstructed the path. Every step taken in the Gold Grade Space made one's mouth water.
Westward lies the Medicine Garden, where Lingzhi shaped like auspicious clouds, Purple Ginseng wearing Red Coral, and Polygonum multiflorum with its fragrant medicinal scent so overwhelming, that merely smelling them can refresh one's spirit and clear the mind.
"Zhou Ziang's body is frail, ingesting spiritual medicine and Immortal Herbs directly could not only fail to strengthen his physique but may also backfire on him. He can only enhance his foundation and nurture his essence through strengthened exercise and gradual medicinal supplementation," Yun Guanzi tossed the mango he had carried into the space into the soil and sprinkled a few drops of immortal spring water on it.
The mango seed shone with a golden light as if cast from gold, and in just a few minutes, the mango sprout broke through the soil, quickly sprouting leaves and branches, which soon drooped with dozens of green mangoes.
Another moment passed, and the green mangoes lost their astringent hue, ripening into the size of Hami melons. (ˉ﹃ˉ Drooling, okay, I just had some mangoes last night, and it wasn't enough.)
"The crops in this world lack spiritual energy; even in a Gold Grade Space like mine, their growth is limited to this size at most," Yun Guanzi was clearly dissatisfied with the astonishingly rapidly grown mangoes. There were no mango species in the Yunteng World, so Yun Guanzi brought them into his space, adding some diversity.
Xi Lijuan would be astounded if she saw these. Mangoes are tropical crops; back in the late 90s, only a few provinces like Hainan and Guangxi in China had them for harvesting. Due to geographical and transportation limitations, mangoes were a rare fruit in Shanghai, located on the eastern coast, and ordinary families could not enjoy them at the time.
The ones Xi Lijuan bought today were known as small Taiwan mangoes, famous for their small size, thick flesh, fine and juicy pulp with a small seed; the largest was no bigger than the size of half a palm. If fruit vendors saw the "Hami mangoes" from the Gold Grade Space, they might truly think they had encountered some fruit monster.
"From today onward, practice the breathing and meditation techniques in the Gold Grade Space every day, and use the Spiritual Spring to cleanse the muscles and bones. In about a year, this body will be completely transformed. Unfortunately, if I cannot find a way to replenish the spiritual energy in the Gold Grade Space, it might only last for about a year." Yun Guanzi was someone who planned for the long term, and he was already contemplating how to replenish the spiritual energy after adapting to "Zhou Ziang's" body, hoping to return to Yunteng as soon as possible.
After a night of breathing exercises, Zhou Ziang stepped out of his room looking much healthier than before, his complexion was rosier, and his stride was significantly more confident, radiating an increased sense of masculinity.
Zhou Qiang was sitting at the dining table with a newspaper in hand; upon seeing Zhou Ziang come out, his brow furrowed uncontrollably. Xi Lijuan, still in her apron, held a steaming breakfast in her hand, "Ziang, are you feeling better today? If not, there's no need to go to school."
"A doting mother will ruin her children; if he doesn't go now, forget about attending college," Li Qiang heard this, his eyebrows standing on end, his facial muscles twitching as he slapped the newspaper on the table, looking ready to explode.
"I'm going to school. Please... on your way to work, drop me off," Zhou Ziang sat down, gulped down the milk—this being the second time he drank "clean water," he could no longer taste the bloodiness—and didn't stop eating as he finished toast, sausage, and a fried egg in just two or three minutes.
"Can I have another egg and two slices of dry provisions... toast?" Spiritual energy was lacking, so he had to compensate with the food he ate. After Zhou Ziang finished speaking, Zhou Qiang and Xi Lijuan sitting nearby both looked petrified—had their son changed?
Tsk, it appears the love interests have all shown up, and from now on, we'll have to rely on popularity to determine who's the main lead. Whose space is more awesome, hehehe, keep casting votes, writing reviews, and persistently asking for recommendations—the "little fairy seedling" needs nourishment.
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