In a mountain stream, a trickling stream flows, embraced by green shades.
Among the green shades hides a sect, named Crimson Rainbow Sect.
Outside the sect, a group of fifteen to sixteen year old boys and girls gather, waiting for the entrance test of Crimson Rainbow Sect.
Su Tong is among the crowd, curiously looking at the people on stage, glancing at a drawing in the middle, then judged as either qualified or unqualified.
"A drawing made with ancient god language?"
Su Tong recalls what Crimson Rainbow Sect's elder Xu Zhu said, that drawing was made using the ancient god language.
Just need to take one look, those with high perception could gain insight, while those with poor perception would have nothing happen.
But Su Tong could not understand, how to tell if one gained insight or not?
"We should be up soon right?"
"Yeah, I think so, I'm a bit nervous!"
"Me too, so nervous, wonder if I can pass!"
"If we can enter Crimson Rainbow Sect, our future will be limitless!"
"But that ancient god language is so difficult, I really don't have much confidence!"
The young people from Water Cloud Kingdom around him chat in the alien language.
Although he crossed over, Su Tong can still understand it.
The language of this world seems to be imprinted in his mind, as if he is a person of this world if not for his memories from his past life.
He was not originally a person of this world, the same as thousands of other crossovers, from Earth.
"Water Cloud Kingdom, Su Tong!"
At this time, a voice calls out from above.
"My turn!"
Hearing his name called, Su Tong stands up and walks towards the stage.
Although unclear of his own perception, since he already crossed over to this alien world, he might as well give it a try.
"Oh, that guy looks quite handsome!"
"Yeah, his looks are quite to my taste!"
"Hmph, just someone from a lowly kingdom."
"Right, destined to have no fate with cultivation!"
At this time, Su Tong's looks also attracted the attention of groups of girls, some even from top kingdoms.
All praising Su Tong's appearance.
But they have no expectations for Su Tong's perception and talent.
Su Tong naturally pays them no mind, no need to care.
Walking up the stage, he casually glances at the so called ancient god language drawing.
The moment he sees the ancient god language clearly, Su Tong feels his IQ grinding against the floor.
"Absorb spirit energy?"
Almost subconsciously, Su Tong reads out the ancient god language on the drawing.
Instantly, Su Tong feels a strange wind blowing from all directions, all drilling into his body in the end.
"This... you can understand the ancient god language? That's right, just now was spirit energy, you succeeded in absorbing spirit energy!"
Beside Su Tong is a middle aged man, Elder Xu Zhu of Crimson Rainbow Sect, also the person in charge of this test.
He currently stares at Su Tong with shock on his face.
Seemingly asking Su Tong, yet also answering himself.
"Even that genius from twenty years ago could only comprehend one word, how can he chant the ancient god language without anyone teaching him?"
Elder Xu Zhu's heart is already beyond shocked at this point.
Simply earth shaking.
Ordinary cultivators can only recite the ancient god language through teachings from seniors.
Those without enough talent cannot recite it even after hearing it.
Let alone chanting it perfectly upon first seeing the ancient god language.
How strong must one's perception and talent be to accomplish this?
Elder Xu Zhu is very shocked, but Su Tong is also very shocked.
So this is the so called ancient god language?
This f*cking isn't just Chinese? And small seal script at that?
"Have you learned the ancient god language before?"
Xu Zhu asks Su Tong in disbelief.
How can anyone possibly have such horrifying perception and talent to reach this level.
"No!"
Su Tong shakes his head.
Naturally cannot let others know about crossing over.
"No? Then... you can understand it?"
Xu Zhu asks again.
"Of course, very simple!"
Su Tong nods, not pretending, since he did learn ancient scripts in his past life, he can easily recognize small seal script, even pictographs he can recognize.
"Why is it taking so long?"
"What's going on with that guy?"
"Elder Xu Zhu seems very shocked!"
"Just what happened?"
At this time, several Crimson Rainbow disciples feel something is off.
And begin discussing.
"What's up with that guy from the lowly kingdom?"
"Is he trying to cheat?"
"Daring to cheat in Crimson Rainbow Sect, he's asking for death, haha!"
"Seeing Elder Xu Zhu's expression, something seems off, he's probably angry now!"
Some young people from other kingdoms also disdainfully discuss this.
But Elder Xu Zhu on stage pays no attention to others, only stares at Su Tong, hesitating for a moment before speaking: "Next I will say a phrase in the ancient god language, try to recite it back."
Without waiting for Su Tong's reply, Elder Xu Zhu slowly utters a phrase in the ancient language.
As his voice falls, he slowly floats up from the ground.
"Damn, he can really fly?"
At this moment Su Tong also feels like cursing.
He heard it clearly, it really is Chinese.
"Elder Xu Zhu flew up!"
"So powerful!"
"This is an elder of Crimson Rainbow Sect?"
"I must also learn this!"
The young people below, regardless of gender, are excited upon seeing Elder Xu Zhu flying.
Only those who failed the test feel dejected.
"Try reciting it back!"
Elder Xu Zhu floats gently back to the ground, telling Su Tong.
Su Tong nods, slowly uttering: "Wield the wind!"
Two words, in Chinese pronunciation.
As his voice falls, Su Tong feels his body become light, slowly leaving the ground.
"I'm flying?"
Su Tong feels a little excited, who hasn't dreamed of flying?
Yet today he really flew.
Compared to Su Tong's excitement, Elder Xu Zhu's face is full of shock.
Elder Xu Zhu only wanted Su Tong to recite it back, because reciting the god language is already extremely difficult.
He didn't expect that Su Tong would actually... fly up.
"This child... his perception is horrifying, bordering on monstrous... No, he is a monster, god bless my Crimson Rainbow Sect!"
Elder Xu Zhu is both shocked and delighted.
Shocked by Su Tong's perception and talent, already reaching monstrous levels.
Delighted that this monstrous existence came to their Crimson Rainbow Sect.
"How... how can he do that?"
"He can fly? He's a cultivator?"
"Impossible! He's clearly just some nobody from a lowly kingdom!"
"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
After a brief silence below, finally cries of shock.
No one believes the scene before their eyes is real.
How can someone from a lowly kingdom accomplish this?
Even more shocked are the Crimson Rainbow disciples, those young elites from various kingdoms. Having no personal experience, they don't know how difficult it is to wield the wind and fly.
How hard it is to recite that one phrase of the god language, even disciples who entered the sect for a year can't accomplish it!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
