Star Sky Professional-Chapter 659 - 557: Outer World

Outer World.

Bang!

A wet whip struck, leaving a burning pain.

’Dare to hit me?’

Fang Xing had just awoken from ignorance and instinctively tried to mobilize the Power of Laws.

But he instantly felt half chilled.

’The Power of Laws is unresponsive. Is this a world similar to the Tamer’s? My Primordial Spirit occupying this body, the Essence Blood is deteriorating, weak... too weak...’

He grimaced, looked around, and saw several raggedly dressed youths, some with sneering smiles, though most were filled with fear.

Directly ahead, a man dressed in blood-red robes, styled like those of ancient eastern men, held a whip in his hand, glaring fiercely: "You ’paper slaves’, remember this, every month, you must hand in ten ’blood papers’. If you’re missing one, that’s a whip... if you’re missing five or more, well, there’s no need for you to live."

’This original body is a bit miserable... seems to be a slave?’

’Still required to complete tasks, now facing punishment due to shortfall?’

Fang Xing’s mind stirred: ’That’s not right... where is my true body?’

Boom!

At that moment, a series of memories emerged, making his sight blacken, and he fainted directly.

When he awoke again, he found himself lying in a small wooden hut.

The hut was built with planks, wind leaked from all sides, and straw was laid underneath.

Beside him, someone seemed to be cutting his clothes.

Yes, this time the task was short of three ’blood papers’, and the boy endured three lashes, with three bloody marks emerging on his back.

The key was the fabric fibers mixed with flesh and blood, making it extremely difficult to handle.

It was slightly easier to cut the clothes directly.

He moved his eyes and saw a young girl.

The girl wore a blue cloth dress, full-bosomed, with peach-like cheeks and almond-shaped eyes, a flirtatious mole at the corner of her mouth, making her appear older than her actual age.

As a string of memories surfaced, he knew the girl in front of him was called: "Peach Blossom, thank you..."

"Humph, this is the treasured golden sore medicine from my family... there’s not much left."

Peach Blossom’s hands were swift and her mouth even quicker: "Remember, I saved you this time and used medicine on you. Next time, you owe me two ’blood papers’..."

"Two papers are fine, can I have some water..."

Fang Xing felt his lips dry, almost tearing, his throat burning.

Looking back over the years of traversing, it seemed none had been as miserable as this.

"Oh... how come after enduring a few lashes, you appear more cheerful than before..."

Peach Blossom chuckled, stood up, and soon returned with a chipped clay bowl, placing it in front of Fang Xing: "Young master Fang, enjoy well... I must leave!"

The wooden door slammed shut.

Fang Xing slowly drank some water, each move causing him to grimace, then silently closed his eyes, recalling the memories obtained from the original body.

’Outer World, Great Zhou Divine Dynasty...’

’This body is also called ’Fang Xing’, born in poverty, later met great misfortune, captured by the Blood Shadow Sect and taken as a slave...’

’Here is the Outer World, where immortals with Wind-Riding Sword exist alongside sinister demons, and further north lies the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, a place coveted by countless mortals...’

"The Outer World is chaotic, ruled by ten major sects of both the Righteous and Evil Paths... Here, cultivators exist with different means."

"Righteous sects can draw talismans, refine flying swords, bless, and practice alchemy... Evil sects excel in corpse chasing, shadow puppetry, paper folding, summoning gods..."

"Regardless of Righteous or Evil, all are targets of the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty’s crackdown, or come to the Outer World to establish sects when unable to continue in the Divine Dynasty..."

"The original body’s family lived under the rule of the Evil sect ’Blood Shadow Sect’, living a fate worse than death, seemingly due to a failure to pay taxes timely or something, many were demoted to slaves..."

"Being a slave is better; otherwise, if it’s the Corpse Chasing Sect, all would be turned into zombies..."

"In the Blood Shadow Sect, there are paper slaves, medicine people, beast slaves, etc... the death rate is high; the original body endured for quite a while, now a misfortunate star, family dead, and his life near its end... then I was reborn as a trace of Primordial Spirit imprint?"

After sorting out the cause and effect, Fang Xing’s expression became extremely solemn: "At this rate, I will soon perish too... unless I can successfully cultivate and become one of the Blood Shadow Sect’s own..."

When he was first captured, the Blood Shadow Sect had tested him and provided Beginner Cultivation Technique, but the original body achieved nothing.

Fang Xing quietly recalled: "Indeed, in this world to begin cultivation, it seems to require some sort of bodily ’talent’, first sensing a special aura before one can absorb and cultivate... entering the ’Qi Sensing Realm’, then establishing Dao Foundation, known as ’nine levels of Qi Sensing, three tiers of Dao Foundation’..."

"The original body couldn’t pass the first hurdle, as for me?"

Fang Xing sensed himself, then shook his head: "Seems not much different... this time, I am truly doomed."

The original body was only sixteen years old but had been a ’paper slave’ for over half a year.

The ’blood paper’, so-called, required nourishment with one’s own Essence Blood to achieve, each paper consuming a considerable amount of life span.

Therefore, official disciples of the Blood Shadow Sect never did this, always having paper slaves do it.

This was why Fang Xing saw these paper slaves as one after another, their vitality depleted, appearing not to live past twenty-five.

"My True Immortal Magic Body is destroyed, leaving only a trace of Primordial Spirit imprint, extremely feeble... equally unable to sense the strange Qi in the void..."

Suddenly.

Fang Xing’s expression changed.

Finding he couldn’t cultivate was one thing, but something else was very important: "I am merely an avatar, where is my true body? Where is my full true body?"

If a Cultivation Avatar is destroyed, it’s gone, but if the true body is destroyed, the problem is significant.

"I can sense... my true body indeed is within this great world, but in a peculiar state, seemingly asleep, could it be... due to suppressing that Transcendence Inheritance?"

Fang Xing’s face was as calm as water.

"It seems that my Cultivation Avatar still can’t die easily... Otherwise, I can’t awaken my main body, and subsequent things will be very troublesome..."

"Power, I need to obtain power as soon as possible!"

For someone not in the Fourteenth Realm as a Daoist, that’s the awkward situation.

The Dao is eternal, while the Laws change with different worlds, and reaching a world isolated from the fluctuation of Laws is like being blind.

...

After resting for a few two hours, Fang Xing walked out of his wooden hut.

What met his eyes was a fog-covered valley.

Hundreds of wooden huts were scattered around, all looking equally dilapidated.

A river also flowed through, but it was not clear; instead, it carried a bit of stench.

Because above the river stood a magnificent building, the ’Paper Making Workshop’.

"Blood Paper is essential for the cultivators of the Blood Shadow Sect to cultivate the ’Paper Folding Technique’. Using various bark and coarse hemp as raw materials... it goes through nineteen processes, including pulping, settling, and bleaching, to finally become a pool of ’raw pulp’... The job of the paper slaves is to use the ’Paper Making Net’ to scoop out the paper and dry it... During this process, it requires feeding with one’s own Essence Blood to make finished ’Blood Paper’..."

"By estimating with this body, this Demon Path approach consumes too much Primordial Qi, probably depleting nearly ten years of lifespan in about a month..."

"I’ve been here for more than half a year, and I couldn’t even complete the last task... Obviously, I’m already on the verge of being eliminated..." freeweɓnovel~cѳm

Gurgle!

Just as Fang Xing was pondering, his stomach growled uncontrollably.

"The feeling of hunger? How long has it been?"

"No matter how strong the will, without a strong body to support it, it will gradually degenerate..."

"The mortal body is really a burden, yet I cannot discard it. I have to serve it with exquisite food, warm clothes, and a comfortable environment to prevent it from getting sick or going on strike..."

Fang Xing sighed softly and looked toward the dining hall.

To feed them, a group of paper slaves, the Blood Shadow Sect at least provided three meals a day.

But he looked up and found it was already night, with only a few stars visible.

Obviously, the elders of the dining hall won’t wait until now.

He took a few steps and then heard a man’s suppressed breathing and a woman’s sobbing from nearby wooden huts.

"Well, it seems like everyone is quite inconvenienced. Better to rely on myself..."

Fang Xing observed for a moment, finding this valley area quite large.

He came to the riverside, frowning slightly as he looked toward the Paper Making Workshop.

He walked a bit further, reaching upstream of the Paper Making Workshop.

The river here was much clearer, and there seemed to be fish lurking at the riverbed.

Fang Xing held a sharpened branch, waiting quietly.

Splosh!

Suddenly, his eyes focused, and he thrust the stick into the water!

As he made his move, he sighed inwardly: "A mistake... this body is really too weak... The back injury also affects my exertion of force."

Sure enough, the stick plunged into the water but didn’t hit anything, only startling a fish into fleeing.

"There are cultivators guarding the valley entrance, possibly with arrays or the like..."

"If I want to escape, maybe the riverbed is an option? But the breath-holding time of a mortal is quite limited..."

Fang Xing moved to another spot, his gaze wandering aimlessly.

Suddenly!

Splosh!

He thrust the stick into the water, spearing a black-backed carp.

Thud, thud!

The carp fell to the ground, not dead yet, still flapping.

Fang Xing stepped forward, picked up a stone, and casually smashed it on a spot between the fish’s eyes.

That was the fish’s brain, and after smashing it, the fish stopped moving.

"I can make grilled fish later..."

"The law of the jungle, this is also a natural Dao..."

Just as Fang Xing was contemplating, boom!

In front of him, a phantom of a broken black-gold patterned horn appeared, then turned into streams of data:

[Name: Fang Xing]

[Age: 16/25]

[Discovered Profession: Druid! Will you choose this profession? Yes/No?]

...

"Is this... an attribute panel? No, it’s just that I’m an avatar and can’t control the attribute panel. It manifests the new power in the way I’m most familiar with..."

"This is actually the Transcendence Inheritance? My true self suppressed that inheritance and transmitted the part I already understood... And through becoming a Druid and constantly leveling up, the process of digesting this inheritance is continuous?"

Fang Xing instantly understood the cause and effect, glancing at the age: "This body is 16 years old, can only live up to 25? As expected, the Essence Blood is greatly depleted, greatly shortening its lifespan..."

"I need strength right now, so let’s choose the profession!"

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