Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

Large chunks of memories that didn't belong to me were forcibly crammed into me.

Chen Chen's knees buckled, almost causing him to kneel. He braced himself with one hand on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead, as he gasped for breath.

After a few breaths, the dizziness subsided.

He raised his head and looked at the two people in front of him.

They were watching him too.

Their expressions subtly changed, and they synchronized with his memories, just as he synchronized with theirs.

The silence lasted for a few seconds.

I can feel that my spiritual power has not increased; I am still at the third level of Qi Refining.

The mortal Chen Chen widened his eyes in surprise. This was...

"You felt it?" Chen Chen asked, looking at him.

Listening to their conversation, Chen Chen realized that they had entered this space earlier than him and had already completed their first round of synchronization.

"Although cultivation levels are not interconnected..."

"But experience and knowledge are shared, and the combined comprehension and natural talent are also real."

Yes.

The mortal Chen Chen closed his eyes and looked inward at his spiritual root.

The golden and aquamarine spiritual roots remained quietly within the spiritual root aperture.

But it's not the same as before.

Those impurities that were originally covering the surface of the spiritual root.

The traces left by the turbid energy, elixir residue, and impure cultivation methods accumulated by rogue cultivators over many years of practice.

It looked as if it had been wiped away by some force.

The color is purer and brighter than before, like a raw jade stone just cut from a mine.

wrong.

It's not just about removing impurities.

The essence of the spirit itself has changed.

It used to be rough stone, but now it subtly reveals a jade-like texture.

Is it... purification?!

Chen Chen, a mortal, spoke first.

"I don't have any heaven-defying magic treasures like the little green bottle. If I want to acquire a lot of resources, it's best to learn a skill so that I can try to exchange some resources with Han Li that I can't usually get."

When Han Li's name was mentioned, the three of them fell silent for a moment.

The atmosphere cracked for the first time.

This topic is too sensitive; everyone knows what the "little green bottle" means.

Chen Chen broke the silence first.

"I'll say something."

The two looked at him.

"I won't touch the little green bottle."

The way he said this was completely different from his previous relaxed demeanor.

"We can't say for sure about things like reincarnation and karma right now; the risks far outweigh the benefits. Any objections?"

Hinata Chen was silent for a brief moment: "Agreed."

Chen Chen, a mortal, nodded: "I have no objection."

"Then we've reached a consensus."

Chen Chen patted the dust off his knees, even though there was no dust at all.

"Okay, let me add one more thing. We'll most likely need to recruit new people in the future. Before we fully understand the rules, the first step is to list what each of us is lacking. Whoever has resources or information that they can share with the other should prioritize solving those issues themselves."

Chen Chen stood up and patted his clothes.

"I don't know when we'll meet again, so let's stop here for now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Chen's feet slipped from his feet once again.

Just as I was about to fall into the abyss of gray fog, I saw the two people opposite me also disappear.

Finally, it came to a sudden stop.

The moment I opened my eyes.

It was a familiar stone wall.

The sky was already slightly bright, and not much time had passed.

Chen Chen shook his head, tidied himself up, and prepared to go to the market.

Early in the morning, Chen Chen went to the market town at the foot of the mountain.

They sell talismans, pills, low-level magic tools, and refining materials—they have everything.

The vendors, seeing that he was wearing the gray robes of a new disciple, treated him differently based on his appearance and basically didn't greet him.

After walking around for a while, I squatted down in front of a stall belonging to an elderly disciple with white hair.

On the stall were several stacks of blank talisman paper, a small box of talisman ink, and some semi-finished talismans and books.

They're all cheap items for practice.

In the memories that were synchronized from one of the people, knowledge of talismans and rituals accounted for a significant portion. Chen Chen skillfully unfolded a stack of talisman papers and checked the quality of each one.

"One stack of talisman paper costs one spirit stone, and one box of talisman ink costs half a spirit stone."

Chen Chen took out two low-grade spirit stones from his sleeve and placed them on the cloth.

"A stack of talisman paper. A box of talisman ink. As for the remaining half spirit stone, how about contributing a book on talismans, senior brother?"

The senior disciple raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

If someone's first day is spent squatting in front of a talisman stall, they either have real skills or they're just wasting money.

"OK."

Without saying much, and too lazy to care, I gathered the things together and pushed them over.

Chen Chen put the blank talisman paper and talisman ink into his storage bag.

Chen Chen decided to use the remaining time to quickly improve his cultivation level, as it might come in handy later.

So they purchased some elixirs to strengthen the body and replenish vital energy, as well as a talisman brush.

Back in the cave.

The talisman paper was spread out on the stone bed.

Dip your wrist in ink and suspend it.

The first drawing was a basic fire talisman, drawn based on the brushstroke experience in Chen Chen's memory.

The spiritual energy traveled at a constant speed along the back of the ink mark.

The ink streaks suddenly veered off course when they reached the middle of the talisman.

It failed on the first try?

Chen Chen frowned slightly and set the ruined drawing aside.

Continue writing.

As time passed, more and more useless talismans appeared.

In the end, only a dozen or so talismans were completed.

Chen Chen put down his pen and rubbed his temples.

"Let's practice making the talismans we have first, otherwise the cost of trying something rashly is something we can't afford right now."

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The inner sect of the Hidden Moon Sect, Nangong Wan's cave dwelling.

Nangong Wan's senior sister, Nangong Que.

In other words, he will be the actual person in charge of the future Yanyue Sect and the Nangong family.

Walking in, I saw Nangong Wan still sitting cross-legged on the wooden chair.

"What about that dual-spiritual-root item you acquired at the Ascension Ceremony?"

Nangong Wan frowned unhappily, unconsciously glancing at the box of pastries beside her.

"Leave it outside the door."

"Leaving it outside the gate?!"

"Heavenly spiritual roots aren't as common as cabbages. Do you even know how many dual spiritual roots were produced at this Ascension Conference?"

Nangong Wan did not answer.

Nangong Que sat down opposite Nangong Wan.

"Sigh... You're something else. You were the one who stopped them first, then you threw down the token, shoved them through the outer door, and went right back to your cave."

"He's at the third level of Qi Refining. Let's put him on the outer sect for a while and see how he performs."

"What's wrong with reaching the third level of Qi Refining?"

Nangong Que frowned and slowly spoke.

"You know how fast people cultivate. The fastest people can go from the third level to the later stage in just a few years. If you don't take him in now, he'll accumulate enough contribution points to exchange for a Foundation Establishment cultivation technique and leave. Then, whether he'll be willing to take you in is another matter."

There's some truth to that.

Those who have no one to protect them, and who have been lingering on the edge of a crisis for too long, can hardly feel any sense of belonging to the sect.

Seemingly persuaded by Nangong Que, Nangong Wan hesitated for a moment.

"Then... shall I go take a look?"

She stood up from the wooden chair, and casually used her sleeve to close the loosely sealed box of pastries beside her.

Nangong Wan verbally agreed to go, but she had a different plan in mind.

Nangong Que looked on with satisfaction as his junior sister finally began to understand things.

"Go ahead. Let me know when you're done. We'll talk again if it really doesn't work."

The scenery around me flashed by.

Nangong Wan, holding that brocade handkerchief, had hesitated a moment ago, but now…

She has thought it through; she doesn't want to take on any apprentices.

If you're going to take on a disciple, it's not enough to just put your name on their name. Even if you don't offer guidance, you should at least pave the way for their resources and career path.

She has to find time for all of this through her own self-cultivation.

I'll just make up some excuse, like the other person is of bad character, to avoid my senior sister nagging me.