From the fake emperor to the concubine

"I can only perform at the level of the initial stage of foundation building." Zheng Yi moved his hands and feet behind the wooden house.

This world felt very strange to him.

No matter where I am, I always feel hairy all over, as if there is a pair of invisible eyes staring at me.

Moreover, these eyes seemed to be full of malice.

The whole world seemed to be emitting a faint sense of rejection.

It's like being buried in water with invisible shackles. If you don't do anything, you will be slowly pushed out of the water by the buoyancy of the water.

"It seems so..." Zheng Yi stroked his chin and thought.

The clone of Cang Yue Yan Huang tried so hard to pull himself into this world, it couldn't be just to give him a time-travel package.

The biggest possibility is that this world is the same as his original world, and is the original world of Cang Yue Yan Huang.

Cang Yue Yan Huang is from this world and can use all the resources of this world.

Although it was impossible for Cang Yue Yan Huang to know this world inside out, as the absolute protagonist of this world, the whole world was on his side.

This is like the Cang Xuan Realm controlled by Zheng Yi. Although he cannot be said to be omnipotent, even if a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage enters his world, his cultivation will be suppressed by the world consciousness.

As an emperor, Zheng Yi can use almost all of his power to hunt down his enemies and deal with them at will.

"Keep a low profile. Now is not the time to be in the spotlight." Zheng Yi secretly warned himself.

In this situation, the wisest choice is to stay alive. No matter what you want to do, at least you need to have a basic understanding of this world.

The spiritual energy gradually recovered and finally stayed at the peak of foundation building.

Although his cultivation level was there, it was suppressed by an unknown force. It would not be much easier to reach a higher level than to start practicing again.

The window at the back of the wooden house opened, and the old man called out to Zheng Yi: "Little brother, you have just recovered from a serious injury, don't do too much strenuous exercise, come back and eat first."

"Thank you, father-in-law!" Zheng Yi had just raised his foot, but suddenly, for unknown reasons, he stepped on empty air and lost his balance and fell to the side.

Zheng Yi was caught off guard by the sudden loss of balance, and subconsciously slapped in the direction of his fall.

Boom!

The boulder, more than half a person's height, was directly broken into two halves by Zheng Yi.

The old man who was calling Zheng Yi to eat was stunned.

Zheng Yi also realized that his reaction just now was a bit excessive. It was just a fall. Even if he did nothing, he would not be hurt at all.

He didn't think too much about it at the time and just took action subconsciously.

He smiled awkwardly at the old man: "Sorry, old man, I lost my grip for a moment."

The old man said calmly, "The last thing you need in the mountains is broken stones. There's nothing to apologize for. Come over and have your meal."

Inside the wooden house, the old man brought a bowl of light yellow rice porridge with husks floating on it, and a small dish of unknown wild vegetables was placed in the middle of the table.

To be honest, looking at this shabby food, Zheng Yi really couldn't eat it.

Before traveling through time, Zheng Yi was a modern man.

Although life can't be said to be very good, I have never eaten anything like this. It looks like food that has not been processed much.

Moreover, even such humble food seemed not available to this small family every time.

You can see this by looking at the little boy who is wolfing down his food.

The little guy finished all the yellow porridge in his bowl in just a few bites, and even licked his bowl.

After that, he looked at Zheng Yi and the old man eagerly.

Although this little guy looks chubby, his complexion is not particularly good.

Seeing this, the old man poured half of the porridge in his bowl to the little guy and said, "Eat quickly, and go practice as soon as possible after eating."

This grandfather and grandson are both cultivators, although their strength is not that good and they are still quite far from the foundation-building stage.

But no matter what, they are also real practitioners.

Compared to Zheng Yi, who had no idea about cultivation when he just traveled through time and killed the emperor, he is much stronger now.

The strength of these two people would make them quite powerful in the Dayu Immortal Dynasty.

But now, I can only eat coarse food.

Seeing that Zheng Yi didn't move a morsel, the old man said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, little brother, I don't have anything to treat you except these simple meals, so don't take it to heart."

Zheng Yi quickly waved his hand: "Anything that can fill your stomach is good, I just don't want to cause you trouble."

As he said this, he picked up the porridge and took a big gulp.

As luck would have it, a grain of sand in the rice porridge got stuck in Zheng Yi's throat, causing him to cough violently.

Many rice grains fell to the ground, making Xiaobao and the old man feel distressed.

Zheng Yi coughed for a long time before he gradually recovered.

A dignified cultivator was almost choked to death by a grain of sand.

"I'm so sorry!" Zheng Yi apologized awkwardly.

No matter what, they are treating you with the best things. If you blame them for this and that, you would be a piece of shit.

However, no one knew how long the rice had been stored, and it had a strange, sour smell when eaten.

In addition, the five senses of a cultivator are much stronger than those of an ordinary person, so the impact of the smell on Zheng Yi becomes particularly strong.

Zheng Yi really didn't have the courage to take a second bite.

"Mr. Chen, although my cultivation is not very high, I still think I have some skills. Please wait for a moment. I will go hunt some prey so that we can have a good meal."

Although I don’t know much about this world, I took a look at the bullpen when I went out just now.

Although the cows in this world are somewhat different from those in the original world, there is generally no difference.

If this is the case, other creatures in this world should be similar.

When Mr. Chen heard Zheng Yi's words, his expression changed instantly.

"Little brother, you can't do this."

Seeing the old man in a panic, almost kneeling down in fear, Zheng Yi couldn't help but feel extremely confused.

"Old man, it's just hunting. I won't do anything unnecessary, so you can rest assured." Zheng Yi tried his best to keep his voice calm.

Seeing the old man so nervous, he might be afraid that I would do some business with no capital.

Old Chen shook his head and said, "Little brother, you don't know that everything here belongs to the Zhao family. Without the permission of the Zhao family, let alone hunting, even the trees on the mountain cannot be cut down at will."

Zheng Yi couldn't help but be stunned: "So domineering?"

No wonder, as monks, the grandfather and grandson can only eat coarse food here.

Gurgle! Xiaobao, who had just finished his porridge, had his stomach growl.

A child of his age is still growing. A bowl of rice porridge without much oil or water is not enough to fill his stomach.

"Mr. Chen," Zheng Yi said seriously, "It's not a big deal for us adults to eat a little more or a little less. But if Xiaobao doesn't eat enough, he won't grow well."

"Don't worry, my strength is not that great, but I can definitely kill a pheasant quietly."

"I won't let anyone find out. If anything goes wrong, you can put all the blame on me."

Old Chen felt heartbroken when he saw his grandson becoming increasingly thinner.

If it was just him starving, Mr. Chen would never take the risk. But in order to let his grandson have a good meal, he gritted his teeth and said, "In that case, I'll trouble you, little brother."

"Leave it to me?" Zheng Yi went out confidently, but accidentally tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, I had experience this time and did not use spiritual energy directly.

Otherwise, this flimsy wooden house might be smashed to pieces by him.

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Although his strength was severely suppressed, if it was just hunting, it would be like using a cannon to kill a mosquito in the Foundation Establishment Period, so Zheng Yi did not take it too seriously.

But even Zheng Yi did not expect that this hunting trip would be ten times more difficult than he had expected.

Perhaps because the mountain has been closed for too long, the forest is extremely rich in resources, with birds, animals, trees and fruits everywhere.

Zheng Yi didn't dare to touch things like fruits easily.

After all, we are not familiar with it, so who knows whether these normal-looking fruits are poisonous.

His ears moved and he heard the call of pheasants in the distance. He hurriedly walked towards the direction of the sound.

As a result, after walking a few steps, he happened to knock down a dead tree that was pressing down on a branch. The branch that was originally pressed down, with a whistling sound, whipped towards Zheng Yi's eyes.

Although the branch was moving very fast, it could not do anything to the cultivator Zheng Yi. When he realized that something was wrong, he raised his hand to block the branch.

When the branch stopped, the spike on it was less than an inch away from the Eye of Justice.

Zheng Yi pushed away the branch and was about to move forward.

A large cloud of yellow powder mist suddenly spurted out from under his feet. Although Zheng Yi dodged in time, he still inhaled some of it.

A tingling sensation came from my nose and mouth. It seemed that the yellow mist was poisonous.

Walking in the forest, Zheng Yi felt as if he was walking in a passage full of traps set by the enemy.

Even if it can be confirmed, all this is just a natural coincidence.

Zheng Yi even began to wonder if someone had set a trap in front of him and was deliberately targeting him.

"Could it be that the laws of nature in this world are rejecting me?"

Apart from this reason, Zheng Yi couldn't figure out what other circumstances could have made him so unlucky.

After all, Cang Yue Yan Huang is a master in the Enlightenment Stage. In this world, he is definitely a bastard of the Heavenly Dao.

The continuous situations greatly increased the difficulty of Zheng Yi's hunting.

Even though it was just an ordinary pheasant, it took him nearly an hour to finally catch it.

Although situations occurred frequently, Zheng Yi felt fortunate that he had not encountered any existence that could truly threaten him.

After returning to the cabin, Zheng Yi handed the pheasant to Old Chen and said, "Old man, I am not very good at cooking, so please cook this pheasant."

Old Chen swallowed his saliva. He hadn't tasted meat for a long time.

He took the pheasant tremblingly, boiled water and plucked its feathers skillfully, then added some unknown wild vegetables and stewed a large pot.

During this process, the consumer protection officer was drooling and staring at the pot eagerly, as if he was afraid that if he lost his concentration, the pot full of fragrant pheasant meat would disappear.

I have to say that Mr. Chen’s craftsmanship is quite good.

The fragrance of the muscles was so strong that even Zheng Yi swallowed subconsciously.

After the meat was ready, the old man first filled a large bowl with the meat, putting the most meat into Zheng Yi's bowl, and then into his grandson's bowl.

When it was his turn, only some bones and other scraps were left in the bowl.

Xiaobao couldn't wait to start chewing it in big mouthfuls. Seeing him eating, Zheng Yi felt that the pheasant seemed even more delicious.

I guess this is also the reason why many people like to watch food shows before traveling through time.

After the meal, Zheng Yi chatted with Mr. Chen for a while and finally had a general understanding of the world.

The name of this world is Cang Yan Realm. The Zhao family that Old Chen mentioned before is the only ruler of the entire Cang Yan Realm.

The reason for this is that a thousand years ago, Zhao Tianyan, the ancestor of the Zhao family, broke through the void and ascended to the fairyland.

"I heard from my grandfather." Old Zhao sighed: "In my grandfather's grandfather's generation, the royal family was very good to the people."

"No matter what, life can go on."

"But for some reason, Lord Yan Huang suddenly changed his personality and announced to the world that all the resources in the Blue Flame Realm belonged to their Zhao family. No one else could touch a single blade of grass or tree without the Zhao family's permission."

"After that, our lives became increasingly difficult."

As he spoke, Old Chen's expression gradually became painful: "Although life was not easy, we were still able to survive in the past. My two sons went to dig volcanic rocks for the Zhao family, and they could always exchange them for some food, cloth, etc."

"After my eldest son got married and had a child, the family became a little tighter, but we were able to provide Xiaobao with enough food to eat."

"But not long ago, the Zhao family went crazy for some reason and suddenly forced all of us to dig for volcanic rock day and night."

"My eldest son died of exhaustion, and my youngest son was trapped in a mine collapse. When they were dug out, he was already dead."

"My daughter-in-law was so heartbroken that she passed away, leaving Xiaobao behind."

"If it weren't for the fact that Xiaobao is still a child, I, with my old bones, would have died long ago."

Zheng Yi sighed inwardly.

As for why Cang Yue Yan Huang had that change, he could guess a little.

It was simply because the war was imminent and Cang Yue Yan Huang had consumed too much energy and was in urgent need of replenishing his spiritual energy.

Since this guy has an entire world to provide him with resources for cultivation, it would be natural for him to make good use of it.

I don’t know if the Zhao family of the Cang Yan Realm knows that after their ancestor ascended to heaven, he did not become an immortal, but instead turned into a member of the Nether Spirit Clan that is neither human nor ghost.

Cang Yue Yan Huang must have encountered some accident when he shattered the void, which caused him to become like that.

However, for the Zhao family in this world, there is actually no difference.

In the eyes of many people, such cultivators are no different from immortals.

Nothing happened that night. Just at dawn the next day, Zheng Yi was awakened by a voice.

"Old Chen, the amount of volcanic rock you submitted this month is seriously insufficient. If you fail to complete Mr. Zhao's task, you will die!" (End of this chapter)