Gou Zai Qingluo Cave Heaven Cultivation

The sky was indigo.

A tiny green snail lies in the mud, gazing at the sky, sensing the changing seasons and the withering and flourishing of plants.

Year after year.

Its shell gradually hardens, like annual rings growing, and after ten years it becomes ten layers, resembling a small turquoise pagoda.

"Gurgle."

A glistening shrimp slithered among the water plants.

The green snail "set its sights" on it and stealthily approached.

Over the course of ten years, it has transformed into a ferocious carnivorous snail.

When the distance was less than a palm's width, the green snail's belly foot moved swiftly, and in an instant it arrived. The snail's cap contracted, crushing the shrimp's fragile body to pieces.

Just as it was about to devour it, suddenly, the water gurgled, and a colossal creature cast a shadow that blotted out the sky.

This behemoth is a tyrant of the water, with a blue back and iron scales, a fierce nature, and sharp teeth.

Its eyes gleamed with an eerie light, and with a flick of its tail, it seemed about to charge straight at him.

Are they coming for me?

The green snail was startled and, in a panic, burrowed into the mud and fled, leaving behind only a clump of murky river water.

…………

"call!"

Zhou Baoqing suddenly woke up from his dream and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

There was no indigo sky, nor the shadow of a colossal object, only blue brick roofs and old wooden beams.

The cold, slippery sensation of his abdomen and feet buried in the mud did not disappear; when he touched his legs, they were surprisingly warm.

My forehead throbbed with a metallic scent of blood. My memories were split into three parts, like three springs, gushing upwards from a deep pool.

One is for the working class on Earth, who work from nine to nine, living a life of hardship, only having time to read cultivation novels to relax when they steal a moment to eat or use the toilet.

One of them is from the Southern Marshland. As a branch of the Zhou family, a Foundation Establishment Immortal Clan, the Little Zhou family has retired to become a fisherman and farmer dependent on the Immortal Clan, making a living by raising fish in Qinglin Bay.

Zhou Baoqing, the only son in three generations, was diagnosed with a mid-grade water spirit root at the age of ten and was regarded as the hope of the whole family, and was loved by everyone.

There's another one... wait, how did I turn into a green snail?

Zhou Baoqing felt that he not only had schizophrenia, but also delusions. Most importantly, his head was in excruciating pain. When he touched it, the cotton cloth was wet and stained with blood!

Memories are like wet mud, seeping into each other, yet difficult to blend together immediately.

He held his heavy head and thought slowly, like a gold panner in the sand, manually skipping over the garbage memories of the growth of snails, and finally found the cause of his headache.

At the Zhou clan school, Zhou Baoqing got into an argument with the child of another fisherman's family in Qinglin Bay. During the scuffle, he accidentally fell and hit his head on a rock.

It directly woke him up from the mystery of his unborn child.

Accident?

What a surprise!

It wasn't some kind of bullying; on the contrary, he was the one who bullied others. Relying on his mid-grade spiritual root, he was arrogant and conceited. He would argue over trivial matters, but he would hit people where it hurt, and he would call his classmate, who had lost his father at a young age, a "bastard" without a father.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Baoqing looked embarrassed.

In my past life, I wasn't exactly worldly-wise, but I was a kind and helpful young person. How did I end up as an annoying brat in this life?

"Crunch."

The dark brown wooden door rattled slightly.

A narrow beam of light shone in and fell on the ground, revealing fine dust particles.

Light footsteps sounded, and Zhou Baoqing struggled to lift his eyelids, only to see the face of a pretty young girl who seemed both surprised and delighted.

"Bao-ge'er, you've been unconscious for three days and three nights, you're finally awake!"

She placed the medicine on the table, and like a happy magpie, cheerfully said, "Great! I'll tell Grandpa the good news right away!"

Zhou Baoqing remained silent, tilting his head to look at her, seemingly observing, but his gaze was not focused.

He looked blank and lifeless, as if he had lost six of his seven souls.

The girl's expression changed, and she quickly walked over, grabbed Zhou Baoqing's wrist, and urgently called out, "Brother Bao, Brother Bao!"

A while later.

Zhou Baoqing belatedly asked, "Cousin?"

Zhao Fanghua was both a little scared, as her younger brother looked at her like a stranger, completely lacking his usual lively spirit, and a little happy, as her brother recognized her, and her soul finally returned!

The talisman my maternal grandfather obtained from Qingyuan Temple was very effective!

Thinking of this, she picked up the porcelain bowl on the table and said expectantly, "Brother Bao, quickly drink this bowl of talisman water, and you'll be cured."

Zhou Baoqing looked down.

In a celadon bowl, a talisman floats in a bowl of clear water, its color turning a deep yellow.

He subconsciously felt a sense of resistance.

Firstly, it's due to preconceived notions from a past life that make people feel it's unhygienic.

Secondly, influenced by ancient films and television dramas, people believed that this was a harmful trick involving talismanic water for healing.

But noticing her cousin's worried look, Zhou Baoqing could only nod in agreement.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Fanghua wanted to feed him with a spoon.

Zhou Baoqing felt extremely embarrassed. He was ten years old, so why did he still need to be fed water? But after recalling that he was always pampered like this, he held his nose and drank it.

If his behavior is too different, he might be mistaken for someone who has possessed another body, which would be a great loss.

The talisman water had a sandalwood scent, neither sweet nor bitter.

After drinking it, my drowsy mind suddenly cleared up a bit, I felt better, and I also felt a bit stronger.

Only then did he belatedly realize that this talisman was not a trick he had used in his previous life, but a genuine talisman possessing divine spiritual energy.

Drink a few more bowls, won't the memory integrate faster? Otherwise, you'll keep getting "program not responding" errors!

Zhou Baoqing quickly asked, "Cousin, do you have any more talisman water?"

"That's all. There are only three divine talismans in total, one per day. Today is the last day."

Zhao Fanghua agreed verbally, but in her heart she thought that the three talismans were indeed effective. Her younger brother woke up on time on the third day. However, they were too expensive, costing three low-grade spirit stones. Now that spring is the transition to summer, it is a time when there is no work. From now on, the whole family will have to tighten their belts to make a living.

But I dare not say this to my little ancestor, lest he say something hurtful like, "It's not like I forced you to ask for talismans."

Seeing Zhou Baoqing's disappointed face, and fearing he would make a scene, Zhao Fanghua thought for a moment and said gleefully, "The people in the village say that when you were unconscious for three days, Wang Gou'er's mother punished him by making him kneel for three days."

Wang Gou'er...

Zhou Baoqing was taken aback. Wasn't this the nickname of the classmate he had called a "bastard"?

Kneeling for three days?

If Zhou Baoqing were ten years old and her consciousness was dominant, she would have been overjoyed to hear her cousin's words, only regretting that Er Gouzi wasn't miserable enough. But now, she is the soul of her past life with a mature worldview.

Not only does it evoke a sense of embarrassing past, like digging your toes into the ground, but it also suggests that something is amiss.

Children at this age have the strongest sense of self-esteem.

The thought of Wang Gou'er gritting his teeth and shouting "Don't underestimate a poor young man" made Zhou Baoqing's forehead throb with pain, each tap adding to the agony.

But what's done is done, and there's no use thinking about it anymore.

In truth, this matter is neither trivial nor major. There's plenty of time ahead. Surely, a soul who can awaken the mystery of the womb has no way to resolve this grudge?

There are countless methods, and Zhou Baoqing believed he had the ability to do so.

If it really can't be resolved, a mid-grade spiritual root can deal with a low-grade spiritual root. If that doesn't solve the problem, it can at least deal with the person who raised the problem!

The most urgent task is to take good care of the body and stabilize the mind.

Don't think too much, don't rush, take it slow.

By comforting myself in this way, my body relaxed and my mind became clear, and sure enough, the headache symptoms were greatly relieved.

He was completely exhausted and collapsed limply into the quilt.

"Splash!"

Instead of a soft, fragrant bed, Zhou Baoqing was greeted by a cold body of water.

He transformed into a green snail again.

In the past, it was like looking at flowers through a fog, hazy and indistinct, not real.

This experience, however, felt more authentic.

For some reason, perhaps out of subconscious habit, Zhou Baoqing did not panic at all.

He started moving.

"Pfft."

A small bulge gradually appeared on the calm riverbed.

The little green snail pushed aside a thick layer of silt and slowly poked out half of its bluish-green shell.

The sound of rushing water reached my ears, and I could see the indigo sky, which was actually the color of the mountains and trees reflected in the water.

Sensory sharing?

Zhou Baoqing found it very novel and began to "wriggle".

It wouldn't be accurate to say it wriggles; freed from the debuff of injury, the snail is refreshed and moves with a light gait, making it a dark horse among snails, roughly equivalent to the speed of a tortoise crawling on the ground.

At the same time, he could still feel the corpse lying on the bed.

Two bodies, one mind.

This is my cheat code, a Green Snail clone that I can control like an extension of my own arm?

What's the use? It grows one layer of threads every year, evolving infinitely.

Then why don't I just focus on cultivating immortality!

If the hanging is too small, it's not very useful, but Zhou Baoqing vaguely felt that the Green Snail's function was not just to create clones.

Such scenes often appear in Qingluo's memory.

It was a wondrous space, with a spiraling, azure dome and a body of water shrouded in mist as far as the eye could see.

It has the charm of a paradise on earth.

But to verify this, perhaps people and snails need to come into contact with each other first.

Zhou Baoqing looked up and recognized the blue stone landmark on the water's surface: Qinglin Bay.

By following this bend in the river, one can access the flowing water to the small pond in their own yard, where several greedy koi carp are kept.

In water towns, most houses have three courtyards, facing south, with flowing water nearby.

The goal has been set.

He spotted a male crab with its large pincers raised and climbed onto its back.

The larvae of the abdominal-footed crickets strained and spurred the blue crabs forward.

The crab spun around several times but couldn't shake off the kick. It was kicked and left stunned. Helpless, it had no choice but to crawl sideways forward.

"drive!"

"I will do this!" Qingluo thought to himself, and then rode on Qingxie, heading proudly towards the Zhou family.