Living between the two realms, I seek enlightenment in the mortal world.

June 10, 218 (Gregorian calendar), 2:00 AM.

Unit 9, 12th Floor, West Unit, Building 18, Taoyuan Community, Yuzhou, Tianzhong City.

Hearing the soft sound of the door closing, Chen Feng opened his eyes, carefully dressed himself, glanced at his younger brother who was still fast asleep on the upper bunk, and then left the bedroom.

After washing up, I pushed open the door and went to the stairwell.

Chen Feng didn't stop. He reached the middle of the stairs in one step, grabbed the railing, jumped down, ducked, turned his leg, and landed with a soft thud.

He jumped down again.

In just over ten seconds, he reached the first floor.

Once outside the apartment building, the streetlights were dim.

Chen Feng bent over, swung his arms, and walked at a steady speed of ten meters per second, quickly leaving the residential area.

The streets were deserted at this time, and even the sanitation workers had not yet started their early shifts. Apart from those who were leaving the night market, there were hardly any people to be seen.

A middle-aged couple was walking under the streetlights ahead, but the man had a limp in his left leg and was walking unsteadily. Hearing the noise, the two turned around and stopped.

These two people are his father, Chen Hai, and his mother, Liu Hong.

"You silly child, didn't we agree you wouldn't need to help out at the shop? The college entrance exam just ended, you should rest more and go out for a walk." Chen's mother, recognizing him, chided slightly, "Your father and I are managing the shop, you won't get tired. Besides, your Aunt Wang is here too!"

Mr. Chen nodded in agreement.

"Mom, I can't sleep." Chen Feng smiled and approached. "Go help out at the shop; it'll be a good rest."

"You child, you're talking nonsense." Chen's mother hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Xiaofeng, are you really not going to university?"

"Xiaofeng, your humanities grades are good, and your martial arts are also top-notch. Getting into a military academy shouldn't be difficult," Mr. Chen said solemnly. "Don't worry about the tuition; the family can afford it."

"Dad, Mom," Chen Feng said, walking slowly forward with his parents. "As you know, my ambition since childhood has been to become a martial artist. If I go to university, I will inevitably be distracted. It's better to devote myself to cultivation. My physical fitness is already at the advanced student level. I can train at the martial arts school for free and also hone my skills as a sparring partner. This will increase my chances of success in the future."

"Military academies are also places specifically for training martial artists. You can definitely train there; it's a fallback plan," Chen's father advised again. "Everyone wants to become a martial artist, but how many can actually do it? You've been sensible since childhood and have always worked hard in your training. You should understand that anyone has the opportunity to reach the peak of a trainee, but to go further, break through the genetic shackles, and become a formal martial artist is extremely difficult. Why not go to university? No matter what the future holds, you'll have more options."

"So, I'm going to take advantage of my peak physical condition to train hard and fight for a future." Chen Feng also gave his reasons. "I plan to spend four years giving it my all. If I can break through the genetic shackles and become a formal martial artist, I'll definitely have a bright future. If not, I'll just open a breakfast shop with you guys."

"Are you really decided?"

"It's decided!"

"Then go back, get some rest, and then focus on your cultivation."

"I'll go help out at the store; it'll be a good rest for me."

"I don't need you! Since you've made up your mind, just do your best. By the way, don't miss registering for the championship in five days; it'll be a valuable opportunity for you to hone your skills."

"Dad, I've already registered!"

Chen Feng stopped arguing and walked back after parting ways with his parents.

This time he walked very slowly, seemingly with a somewhat melancholy air.

"Eighteen years!"

Chen Feng sighed.

He was a reincarnated soul who never woke up and ended up on Earth.

When he learned that martial artists, spiritual masters, and secret realms existed in this world, he consciously began to hone his physical strength. After entering middle school and taking martial arts classes, he worked even harder.

Chen Feng tried meditation to see if he could awaken his spiritual power.

Ultimately, he lacked talent and came from an average family. During the June test, his physical fitness was only average among the advanced students.

He is a genius in the eyes of others, but only he knows that it is the result of hard work since childhood.

He was very dissatisfied.

Two days after the college entrance examination, Chen Feng thought about it for a long time, but ultimately he was still unwilling to accept it, which led him to make the decision to train at the martial arts school.

First, it allows me to calm down and devote myself wholeheartedly to cultivation; second, it allows me to work as a sparring partner to earn some living expenses and ease the burden on my family.

"Only by becoming a martial artist can one transcend social classes and live a more relaxed life."

Chen Feng became even more determined.

I got home before 2:30.

My sister's breathing is steady in her room.

In his bedroom, his younger brother on the top bunk changed his position.

Chen Feng took off his coat and lay down on the bed.

"Sleep for another three hours."

He closed his eyes and suddenly felt his body sinking, as if he had fallen into a bottomless pit.

Chen Feng panicked and suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that the environment had changed.

"This is……"

He suppressed his unease and stood still, but his eyes darted around rapidly.

Wooden windows, with the red glow of the sunset reflected outside.

An extinguished candle on the desk, and books in the shape of threads.

Wooden stools, wooden tables, and peeling paint on the walls.

There are wooden beams overhead.

There is no electrical appliance.

The room was so old that Chen Feng could only see it online.

He pinched his thigh hard; it hurt, it wasn't a dream.

Chen Feng also suddenly became alert.

He landed naked, without even wearing shorts.

"How is that possible?"

"Have I time-traveled again?"

Chen Feng trembled, but felt a certain attraction. He turned his head and saw a wooden bed against the wall.

A young man lay on the bed, his face slightly pale, as if he had not fully recovered from a serious illness.

hiss……

Chen Feng gasped.

Because the boy lying on the bed had the exact same face as him, like looking in a mirror, except the other person's complexion was much worse.

He suddenly felt a suction force and involuntarily floated up. To his shock, he floated onto the bed, lay flat, and merged into it.

The two bodies merged together.

"This is outrageous!"

Chen Feng's eyes widened, and the next moment he suddenly sat up.

He sensed something was different.

Immediately afterwards, unfamiliar memories flooded his mind, causing his brain to swell and his eyes to bulge as if they were about to explode.

Chen Feng couldn't help but clutch his head, his expression contorted, but he stubbornly refused to utter a sound.

At the same time, an invisible force spread out, distorting the air and causing teacups, books, and other items on the table to float half a foot high.

Moments later they all fell.

Chen Feng slowly relaxed, and his confused eyes gradually regained their light.

"The world is truly full of wonders."

He couldn't help but sigh.

The man lying on the bed just now was also named "Chen Feng," the son of Chen, the head of the Fierce Tiger Gang in Kaoshan City during the Great Qian Dynasty.

Chen Feng was frail and sickly from a young age. His mother died early, and his father adopted Jiang Xiaoguo, who had become an orphan after her grandfather died.

In recent years, my father has been busy with chores and has rarely taken care of the family.

His health was deteriorating, and Jiang Xiaoguo was basically the one taking care of him.

Half a month ago, his father died tragically on the street. After Chen Feng and Jiang Xiaoguo barely managed to handle the funeral arrangements, he fell seriously ill.

"If I hadn't come, he really would have died."

Chen Feng's expression was strange.

He also had a vague understanding that the "Chen Feng" here was also him, whether it was a split soul or two identical individuals formed by other reasons.

As this "Chen Feng" was dying, a mysterious power brought him down. The two bodies merged, causing his physique to transform. After absorbing his memories, his soul also grew stronger.

There was also a strange message.

He can return to Earth at any time, and once he returns, time in that world will freeze. Time will only resume its flow upon his return.

In this world, time flows extremely slowly on Earth, at a rate of ten to one.

Ten days here, one day there.

"This ability..."

"I don't believe I was drawn here by this world's 'Chen Feng'."

"I really don't believe it!"

The ability to communicate between the two worlds shocked Chen Feng.

This is completely beyond common sense.

This is completely unscientific!