Bizarre Survival: I Can Devour Thousands of Talents

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Ling Xiao felt a sharp pain before his eyes, and his consciousness gradually blurred. When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by an unfamiliar scene.

The rustic wooden house exudes an old-fashioned atmosphere. The furnishings inside are simple and unadorned: a worn-out wooden bed, a wooden table with peeling paint, several equally old chairs, and a half-open wooden door. The light filtering through the crack in the door has an unusually dim yellow hue.

He struggled to sit up, but felt a sudden dizziness. A sharp pain shot through his mind, and countless unfamiliar fragments of memory flooded back like a tide.

He transmigrated to a world called "Xuanling Continent" and became a menial disciple in the sword-cultivating sect "Lingyun Sect".

In this world, people primarily cultivate themselves, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to enhance their strength. Sword cultivation is the most powerful cultivation system among them.

They were accompanied by swords, and they used swords to attain enlightenment, relying on their powerful sword energy to roam the world.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He began to sort through the memories in his mind, attempting to understand the past of this new identity. The original owner of this body was also named Ling Xiao, an orphan who was taken in by the Lingyun Sect and had been working as a servant in the sect ever since.

Because he lacked spiritual roots and was unable to cultivate, he held a very low status within the sect and was often bullied by other disciples. Just as Ling Xiao was trying to adapt to his new identity, the door to the wooden hut was violently pushed open.

A tall, burly disciple with a menacing face walked in. Seeing Ling Xiao sitting on the bed in a daze, he roared, "Ling Xiao, you piece of trash! Still slacking off here! You haven't finished the tasks assigned by the sect. Get up and get to work!"

Ling Xiao frowned. He knew from his memories that this disciple was named Wang Dazhuang, a notorious bully in the sect who often harassed them, the menial disciples. The original owner of this body had suffered a lot from his bullying, and was always beaten black and blue.

Ling Xiao slowly stood up. His body was still somewhat weak, but his eyes revealed a determined look.

He looked at Wang Dazhuang and said coldly, "Wang Dazhuang, I am also a disciple of the sect. What right do you have to treat me like this?"

Wang Dazhuang was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "You piece of trash, do you even deserve to be called a disciple?"

You're nothing but a lowly servant with no spiritual roots. You're lucky to even have a chance to make a living in this sect, and you dare talk back to me? I'll teach you a lesson today!

As he spoke, Wang Dazhuang swung his fist at Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao's eyes turned cold. Although he was weak, he had no intention of sitting idly by and waiting to die. He quickly dodged to the side, avoiding Wang Dazhuang's attack.

Wang Dazhuang was furious that Ling Xiao had managed to dodge the attack: "You piece of trash, how dare you dodge? I'll teach you a lesson today!"

While dodging Wang Dazhuang's attacks, Ling Xiao was thinking of a countermeasure.

He knew that he was no match for Wang Dazhuang in his current strength, and that he would only suffer losses if he fought head-on. He had to find a way to get out of this predicament.

Just then, Ling Xiao suddenly noticed a worn-out vase behind Wang Dazhuang. An idea struck him, and he quickly ran towards the vase.

Seeing this, Wang Dazhuang hurriedly chased after him. Ling Xiao picked up a vase and smashed it forcefully at Wang Dazhuang. Wang Dazhuang didn't expect Ling Xiao to suddenly retaliate and was hit squarely.

He roared and lunged at Ling Xiao with even greater ferocity. Ling Xiao knew he had angered Wang Dazhuang and needed to leave as soon as possible. He turned and ran out of the wooden house, with Wang Dazhuang close behind.

Ling Xiao ran wildly, not knowing where he could go, but he knew that if Wang Dazhuang caught up with him, the consequences would be unimaginable. He ran desperately until he was completely exhausted and had to stop.

Wang Dazhuang was also panting heavily. He glared at Ling Xiao and said fiercely, "You piece of trash, let's see where you run to today!"

Ling Xiao, panting heavily, knew he had nowhere to run. He looked at Wang Dazhuang, a resolute glint in his eyes: "Wang Dazhuang, you've gone too far! I may not be able to beat you, but I won't let you get away with this!"

With that, Ling Xiao charged towards Wang Dazhuang. Seeing this, Wang Dazhuang sneered disdainfully, "You piece of trash think you can fight me? Today I'll show you what I'm made of!"

The two immediately began to wrestle. Although Ling Xiao was physically weak, he managed to hold off Wang Dazhuang for a long time thanks to his tenacious will.

In the end, Ling Xiao was knocked to the ground by Wang Dazhuang due to exhaustion.

Wang Dazhuang, straddling Ling Xiao, rained blows on him: "You piece of trash, how dare you talk back to me! Today I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

Ling Xiao felt a sharp pain, his vision went black, and he fainted. When he awoke, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. It was pitch black all around, with only a faint ray of light filtering through a crack in the ceiling.

He struggled to sit up and discovered that his hands and feet were bound with ropes. Ling Xiao was shocked; he didn't know where he was or why these people had kidnapped him.

He tried hard to recall the events before he lost consciousness, only remembering being knocked to the ground by Wang Dazhuang and then losing all feeling. Just then, he heard footsteps approaching.

Ling Xiao's heart tightened. He quickly closed his eyes, feigning unconsciousness. The door was pushed open, and a cold voice came through: "How's this kid?"

Another voice replied, "He hasn't woken up yet, but it looks like he will soon."

Ling Xiao was startled. He tried to remain calm and listen carefully to their conversation. The cold voice continued, "Once he wakes up, we must interrogate him thoroughly. I refuse to believe that a mere menial disciple could know any secrets."

Ling Xiao was puzzled; he didn't know what secrets he possessed. He tried hard to recall the original owner's memories, attempting to find some clues.

Then, he suddenly remembered that the original owner had once accidentally discovered a mysterious cave while cleaning the sect's forbidden area. That cave seemed to hold some secret, but the original owner, out of fear, had never told anyone.

A thought struck Ling Xiao: Could these people have come for the cave? He decided to conceal his secret for the time being and see what they were up to. After a while, Ling Xiao heard the footsteps fading into the distance, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

He looked around and found himself locked in a small, dark room with only a tiny window letting in very little light. Ling Xiao struggled desperately, trying to break free of the ropes binding him. But the ropes were tied very tightly, and he failed several times.

He felt a surge of anxiety; he knew that if he couldn't escape quickly, the consequences would be dire. Just then, Ling Xiao suddenly heard a soft sound. His heart leaped with joy—could someone be coming to rescue him?

He listened carefully and discovered that the sound was coming from a small hole in the corner of the wall. A thought struck Ling Xiao, and he quickly climbed to the corner to examine the hole closely. A faint light emanated from the hole, and Ling Xiao was overjoyed; he knew someone was sending him a signal.

He quickly whispered into the small hole, "Is anyone there?"

After a while, a faint voice came from the small cave: "Ling Xiao, it's me, Xiao Yu."

Ling Xiao was secretly delighted. Xiao Yu was the original owner's good friend and also a menial disciple of the Lingyun Sect. Like the original owner, she lacked spiritual roots and therefore couldn't cultivate, resulting in a low status within the sect. Ling Xiao asked softly, "Xiao Yu, what are you doing here?"

Xiaoyu said, "I saw you being captured by Wang Dazhuang and his gang, so I followed them. Later, I saw that they had locked you up here, so I quickly tried to find a way to rescue you."

Ling Xiao felt a warmth in his heart. He knew that Xiao Yu was a kind girl who had risked her life to save him.

Xiaoyu continued, "I just looked around outside and found that the person guarding you has left. Quickly climb out through this small hole, and I'll be waiting for you outside."

Ling Xiao was overjoyed, knowing this was a rare opportunity.

As he spoke, Ling Xiao began to struggle to climb out through the small hole in the corner of the wall. The hole was very narrow, and Ling Xiao's body was stuck tightly, but he did not give up and tried desperately to squeeze out.

Finally, Ling Xiao managed to climb out through the small hole in the corner of the wall. He saw Xiao Yu standing outside, anxiously waiting for him. Ling Xiao quickly stood up and said to Xiao Yu, "Thank you, Xiao Yu. I really don't know what I would have done without you."

Xiaoyu smiled slightly and said, "It's alright, Lingxiao. We're friends, I should help you."

Ling Xiao felt a warmth in his heart. He knew how rare it was to have such a friend in this unfamiliar world.

Xiaoyu looked around and said softly, "Let's leave here quickly, or we'll be in trouble when those people come back." Lingxiao nodded and quietly left the place with Xiaoyu.

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After escaping from that dark little house, Ling Xiao and Xiao Yu ran like two frightened little animals through the mountains and forests until they could no longer hear any of the pursuing footsteps. Only then did they dare to stop and lean against a thick, ancient tree, panting heavily.

Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows that fell on Lingxiao's face, which was covered in dust and sweat.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his eyes filled with a hint of relief at surviving a disaster, but more so with a deep sense of bewilderment and unease about this unfamiliar world.

Xiaoyu's situation wasn't much better than his. Her already tattered clothes were torn in several places by tree branches, and her hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, but the same resolute light shone in her eyes as Lingxiao.

"Ling Xiao, what should we do next?"

Xiaoyu, slightly out of breath, looked up at Lingxiao, her eyes filled with dependence and inquiry. Lingxiao remained silent for a moment; he didn't know what to do either.

Within this sect, the two menial disciples were like the lowest-ranking ants, constantly vulnerable to being bullied and trampled upon by the so-called "official disciples."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down: "Let's go back to our lodgings first, and think of something tonight."

Back in the simple wooden cabin, Ling Xiao lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. His mind kept replaying everything that had happened that day: from being bullied by Wang Dazhuang, to being locked in the dark room, to Xiao Yu risking her life to rescue him, and finally, his panicked escape through the mountains.

He suddenly realized he couldn't go on like this anymore; he didn't want to spend his whole life as a bullied servant disciple. Just then, he remembered the mysterious cave from the original owner's memories.

The cave was located on a cliff on the back mountain. The original owner had discovered it by chance, but was too afraid to explore it further.

Ling Xiao's heart stirred; perhaps there was some secret hidden there that could change his current situation.

The next morning, before the others got up, Ling Xiao quietly left the cabin and headed towards the back mountain.

The path on the back mountain was rugged and difficult to traverse, with dense forests and thickets of thorns everywhere. Lingxiao used branches to push aside the branches blocking her way as she walked, making her way forward with difficulty.

After walking for about half an hour, he finally arrived at the foot of the cliff. Looking up, he saw the cliff towering into the clouds, with almost no foothold on its steep rock face. Ling Xiao took a deep breath and began searching for a path leading to the cave.

He walked along the bottom of the cliff for a while before finding a small opening in a hidden corner.

The entrance to the cave was hidden by vines and weeds, and it would be impossible to find without careful searching.

Ling Xiao carefully parted the vines and entered the cave. The cave was pitch black, with only a faint ray of light coming in from the entrance, barely enough to see the path under his feet.

Ling Xiao groped his way forward, when suddenly his foot bumped into something hard.

He crouched down, touched it with his hand, and found it was a stone. He was overjoyed and quickly picked it up to examine it carefully in the light from the cave entrance.

There were some strange symbols carved on the stone. Although Ling Xiao did not recognize these symbols, he had a feeling that they contained some kind of mysterious power.

He continued deeper into the cave, discovering that the space was becoming increasingly larger and brighter. Deep within the cave lay a massive, luminous crystal, emitting a soft glow that illuminated the entire cave as if it were daytime.

Ling Xiao walked up to the glowing crystal and found an ancient book placed next to it.

A thought struck him, and he quickly picked up the book. On the cover were four large characters: "Purple Cloud Qi Refining Technique".

Ling Xiao was overjoyed. Could this be the legendary cultivation technique? He eagerly turned the pages and began to read it carefully.

The Purple Cloud Qi Refining Technique is a very unique cultivation method. It does not rely on spiritual roots, but rather cultivates by absorbing the purple energy between heaven and earth.

Ling Xiao was secretly delighted; this was a cultivation method tailor-made for him! He began to try cultivating according to the method in the book.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, circulated his internal energy, and began to absorb the surrounding purple energy.

At first, he couldn't feel anything, but slowly, he felt a faint purple aura enter his body from the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, and then flow through his entire body along the meridians.

(End of this chapter)