Mortal: Reborn in Yellow Maple Valley, Awakening the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts

The northern border of Yue State, within the territory of Jianzhou.

A scorching hot wind, carrying sand and dust, swept from north to south across the Taiyue Mountains, which stretch for thousands of miles. In the middle of the mountains lies Huangfeng Valley, one of the seven major immortal cultivation sects.

In the valley, amidst a cluster of neatly arranged single-story houses, a young man dressed in a blue robe lay quietly on the bed, motionless and silent.

His face was deathly pale, a wound stood between his eyebrows, blood was slowly seeping out, his whole body was covered in mud, and his breath was extremely weak, he looked like he was on the verge of death.

"Cough cough cough..."

After an unknown amount of time, a cough came from inside the stone house. The boy trembled slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

hot......

It's so hot!

What's going on?! I was skiing, and then I got caught in an avalanche, so why does it feel so hot?

"Am I already dead?"

A bizarre thought popped into Chu Zifei's mind: the internet says that when a person is on the verge of freezing to death, they will feel a warm sensation all over their body.

As soon as Chu Zifei opened his eyes, a jumble of thoughts churned within him.

He struggled to his feet, looked around, and realized he was no longer on the ski slopes.

The surrounding environment had become an unfamiliar stone house, and the ski equipment on his body had long since disappeared without a trace, replaced by a blue robe.

Before he could sort out his thoughts, fragments of memories flooded back like a burst dam.

  

While traveling in Northwest China, he was skiing at a ski resort when he encountered a once-in-a-century avalanche, which buried him deep inside, leaving him in cold, suffocating, and dark conditions.

A low-quality outer disciple with a pseudo-spiritual root in Huangfeng Valley was on duty supervising miners at a mining site when someone suddenly unearthed a strange stone that was as white as jade and shaped like a human bone. Overjoyed, he wanted to take the stone back to the valley to report and claim the reward, but unexpectedly, he was ambushed by a mysterious cultivator on the way.

The opponent was ruthless and beat him half to death. His forehead accidentally hit the strange stone hard, and the spurting blood instantly soaked the stone.

In an instant, the strange stone's light surged, transforming into a beam of white light that pierced into his brow. This pseudo-spiritual root disciple died on the spot, his memories abruptly cut off.

Chu Zifei touched the wound between his eyebrows. Two completely different memories intertwined and merged, making it impossible for him to distinguish between reality and a dream.

Despite the excruciating pain from the broken bones in his body, Chu Zifei finished processing the jumbled fragments of memory and let out a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, he understood that the once-in-a-century avalanche was not a dream, and being beaten half to death by the mysterious man was not an illusion.

He crossed!

He transmigrated to the world of mortal cultivation and became an outer disciple of Huangfeng Valley, becoming fellow disciples with Han Li, who would later dominate the three realms!

"Old Devil Han".

Chu Zifei suddenly realized that Han Paopao should have just joined Huangfeng Valley not long ago, and his cultivation level was the same as his own, at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

However, he was familiar with the entire plot and knew Han Laomo's trump cards and methods intimately.

Then, a bold idea surfaced in Chu Zifei's mind, tempting him like a devil's whisper, constantly urging him to kill Han Li and seize the little green bottle!

However, at that moment, the once clear sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, and a thunderclap ripped through the sky, crashing down outside Chu Zifei's house with rolling lightning, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Holy crap, that's incredible? I was just thinking about it casually, and it's already been sensed by the Heavenly Dao?"

Chu Zifei reluctantly abandoned the idea and directly admitted defeat.

Meanwhile, deep within a cave in the Taiyue Mountains, a large, obese man, covered in fat, sensed a fleeting, strange phenomenon. His expression instantly became excited, and even the flesh hanging from his chin trembled.

In the next instant, he moved, transforming into a silver light, displaying an agility completely different from his fat appearance, and sped towards Chu Zifei.

A moment later, the fat man appeared outside Chu Zifei's house, his voice booming like a bell, making the stone house hum.

"You little brats, come out here! I am Lei Wanhe, an elder of our sect! A strange phenomenon just occurred here. Did you see any rare treasures?"

Chu Zifei was startled upon hearing this. He immediately got out of bed and went outside. Looking up at the figure in the air, he thought to himself, "So this is Lei Wanhe."

He was truly fat; his fat made his eyes appear as mere slits. Without hesitation, he maintained a respectful expression, stepped forward, and bowed, saying, "Disciple Chu Zifei greets Elder Lei."

Then, after a pause, the lie came out without hesitation:

"Reporting to the elder, I was resting in bed when I suddenly saw the soil outside loosen, and a medicinal herb sprouted from the ground, attracting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and causing a thunderbolt to strike. After the thunderbolt struck, the herb was startled and chose to hide underground."

Upon hearing this, Lei Wanhe's excitement intensified: "The herb possesses spirituality, and a celestial phenomenon has occurred! It must be at least a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herb! Boy, did you see what the spiritual herb looked like? Where did it disappear to?"

Chu Zifei lowered his head and feigned fear: "Reporting to the elder, when the lightning struck this place, it stirred up dust and smoke. I did not see its appearance clearly, but I vaguely saw the spiritual herb flee in that direction."

Chu Zifei casually pointed in a direction deep into the Taiyue Mountains.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Lei Wanhe repeatedly said "good," his expression filled with joy, and his gaze towards Chu Zifei was full of approval:

"If we find the elixir this time, you will deserve the greatest credit! When I return, I will make an exception and accept you as my disciple! However, given your injuries for now, you can take this pill for now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lei Wanhe casually tossed down a pill, and with a flicker of his body, flew straight in the direction Chu Zifei had pointed.

Chu Zifei took the pill and watched Lei Wanhe's departing figure. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't expected that his impulsive thoughts would cause heavenly lightning and attract this fat Lei. Fortunately, he had managed to fool him.

Once Lei Wanhe had completely disappeared from sight, Chu Zifei looked down at the pill in his hand. Based on his deep impression of the novel "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality," he recognized it at a glance as the most common healing pill in Huangfeng Valley: the Essence Nourishing Pill.

"I never expected to get a free pill on my first day after transmigrating and being reborn. I can taste what it's like. It's a pity I can't post it on my WeChat Moments."

Chu Zifei felt a pang of regret, then held the pale blue pill under his nose and sniffed it. A refreshing fragrance immediately wafted over him. Without hesitation, he tilted his head back and swallowed it in one gulp.

Upon consuming the pill, one first feels a slight bitterness, which then transforms into a warm current that flows along the meridians, permeating the limbs and bones, gradually relieving the pain caused by the broken bones.

Chu Zifei immediately turned around and went into the house, where he sat cross-legged on the bed, focusing all his attention on refining the medicinal power.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the medicinal power in his dantian was completely absorbed. Chu Zifei's injuries had significantly improved. He slowly got up, walked out of the stone house, and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar world of cultivation before him. For a moment, he was filled with sorrow.