Song Chen held the jade in his hand and secretly memorized the fairy's words.
But no miracle occurred.
After growing up, Song Chen had no other merits besides his appearance.
He was unable to cultivate, and his body was devoid of any spiritual energy.
Without the blessing of spiritual energy, he couldn't even understand the books on cultivation.
Moreover, my parents passed away a few years ago, having reached the end of their lifespan.
This dealt Song Chen a heavy blow.
He spent his days hiding in the Song residence, surviving only thanks to the defensive formation left behind by the fairy at the Golden Core stage.
This formation was not only his place of refuge, but also his place of peace of mind.
He always remembered that the fairy said he was different.
That day, he sat at the entrance of the Song residence, looking at the street and the hurried pedestrians. Suddenly, he felt that he should do something.
He can't keep drifting along like this.
So, with his remaining money, he prepared to walk through Qizhen Street again.
As he walked to Qizhen Street.
He saw that Qizhen Street was still as bustling as ever.
The stall owners at each stall were all capable cultivators.
Some of the stall owners have even reached the Foundation Establishment stage.
They shouted energetically, hawking their goods.
Song Chen came to a stall and saw a pile of books.
These books were not cultivation books that he couldn't understand.
Instead, they are books on ingenious strategies and tactics, as well as some books that preach profound truths, such as "If you can't cultivate immortality, then become an emperor in the mortal world."
How I overcame my internal struggles when I couldn't absorb spiritual energy.
"Everyone else can cultivate themselves, why can't I? Let me tell you why."
After looking through it once, Song Chen immediately decided to buy it.
These books taught him how to face life, how to get along with others, how to treat people, and how to become a powerful figure in the world without any self-cultivation.
Song Chen lacked spiritual energy and was unable to activate the storage bag.
He opened the money pouch at his waist, took out two taels of silver, and handed it to the stall owner.
On his way home, Song Chen had a smile on his face.
He thought that even if he couldn't cultivate, it wouldn't be a big deal.
Most of the residents of Rongcheng are unable to cultivate, yet they still manage to live fairly well.
A self-sufficient life can be quite interesting.
However, the next moment, a figure descended from the sky and blocked his way.
He was a young man with a red mole on his forehead.
The young man, dressed in pink, looked at Song Chen and smiled:
"Hey, you're quite good-looking. Do you want to cultivate? Do you want to become a cultivator?"
Song Chen frowned. He wasn't stupid; the person in front of him clearly had ill intentions.
With his home so close, he needed to stall for time to get home and activate the defensive formation.
Song Chen said calmly:
“My parents are cultivators, and if I want to cultivate, I will definitely follow them.”
"Get out of my way, you're blocking my way home."
The young man in pink chuckled sweetly:
"Hahaha! The Purple-Gold Rat said you don't have the aura of any other cultivators on you. Are you kidding me? Cultivator parents? Lying will have consequences."
The next moment, the young man in pink immediately flashed in front of Song Chen.
Song Chen only felt a blur before his eyes, and then his palm was cut open.
Then the world spun before his eyes.
When Song Chen opened his eyes again, he found himself in a desolate land where not a blade of grass could grow.
The young man in pink stood in front of him and smiled:
Give me your purse.
Song Chen's brow twitched, and he said in a low voice:
"I can give you a money pouch. If you let me go home, all the money in my house will be given to you."
The young man in pink snorted coldly, looking at him with a half-smile, and said:
"Don't even think about going home now, because you're already my slave!"
"If you don't believe me, think about it for a moment and figure out how to kill me."
As the pink-clad young man led the conversation, Song Chen unconsciously thought: Kill him!
The next second, Song Chen clutched his head and collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing with pain.
The young man in pink stepped forward, snatched the money pouch from his waist, and cursed:
"You're just an ordinary mortal, yet you're quite good at putting on airs!"
Trying to outsmart me? Don't you know your own limitations!
I'm telling you, from this day forward, you will spend the rest of your life in this wasteland, and even in death, you will die here!
After saying this, the man in pink pulled out a dagger and slashed five cuts across Song Chen's face.
Blood streamed down Song Chen's cheek, and his expression became even more pained.
Mu Feng snorted coldly:
"It's all your fault for that face; it almost tricked me."
If you can't cultivate, you're useless. You might as well ruin your face as soon as possible.
Save yourself from thinking you can climb the social ladder by relying on your looks in the future.
Even when we cultivate together, I feel you drain my spiritual energy!
This trip became the beginning of Song Chen's nightmare.
From that day on, he became Mu Feng's slave, trapped in this lifeless, desolate little world.
Fortunately, the small world is not completely desolate.
There is a spring here, about the size of a fist.
Whenever Song Chen was hungry or thirsty, he would go to the spring to drink water.
Song Chen felt full after each time he drank water.
And so, though he was just a mortal, he survived alone in that desolate little world.
When I was hungry, I drank spring water; the rest of the time I slept and read.
He can already recite the few ordinary books we bought him by heart.
One year later.
Mu Feng dragged a corpse and reappeared in front of Song Chen.
Mu Feng saw Song Chen and said with some surprise:
How come you're still alive?
"I used to dump trash like mortals here, and they died within days. How did you survive?"
Song Chen, who used to study ingenious strategies and tactics every day, has become much more composed by now.
A thousand solutions flashed through his mind in an instant, and he said calmly and confidently:
"In this secret realm, there is a spiritual spring, from which water gushes forth continuously."
I survived by drinking the spring water every day.
I think this place might not be a wasteland, but a hidden paradise.
The soil here is perfect for growing miraculous herbs, and the space here is ideal for storing spiritual energy.
Mu Feng looked at Song Chen, his eyes flickering. He felt that Song Chen was different from a year ago.
Mu Feng asked:
"Where is the Spirit Spring? Take me to see it."
Song Chen led the way, and after crossing a small hill, they saw a small spring, about the size of a thumb, bubbling with water.
After the water comes out, it dampens the soil, making it difficult to spot.
At least Mu Feng only just realized that there was a spring in this wasteland.
Song Chen observed Mu Feng's expression closely and spoke before he could:
“Since you don’t come here often, why don’t you let me take care of this wasteland?”
I think this spring is quite good; perhaps it contains spiritual energy. I'm thinking of digging a pool around the spring so that when you come, you can directly draw water from it.
I've been stuck here all my life, with nothing to do, so I'm looking for something to do. You don't need to give me money, just some useful tools, and I can make the spirit pool for you for free. What do you say?
Mu Feng originally intended to kill Song Chen, but upon hearing Song Chen's words, he immediately felt that he had gotten a great deal.
He received a reward without spending any money or contribution points.
Mu Feng nodded without hesitation and said:
"Okay, what tools do you need? I'll find them for you."
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