Chapter Three Memories
Longxing City
It is the sixth emperor of the Yun Tian Empire, also known as the Taizu Emperor, who moved from south to north and established the capital. Shenglong City has gone through four generations for more than 200 years, since the current Holy One ascended to the throne, it has been renovated and rebuilt, trade has flourished, and it has gradually replaced the original Nangao Longcheng in the south, becoming the most prosperous city of the Yun Tian Empire.
The Weiyuan Wang's mansion is located in the southeast of Longxing City, at the intersection of East Qinglong Street and South Zhuque Street. This area is a wealthy district of Longxing City, built against the Lingshan Mountain of Longxing City, with Shuixi River surrounding both sides, making the mansion look more majestic and simple.
Entering the Wang Ye Fu, Ling Fei was still a bit dizzy and after many twists and turns arrived at the small Wang Ye's separate courtyard. Only then did Chu Mo and the others withdraw to report today's anomaly to Wang Ye.
Another courtyard was built on the mountain, accompanied by water, and with flower beds densely arranged, fragrance overflowing everywhere. Although it's not big here, everything is complete, including flowers, grass, gardens, pools, and scenic hills. The layout is simple and unpretentious, yet elegant and refined.
Everything here is so strange, exhausted to the extreme, with an inexplicable sour taste in my heart that spreads throughout my body and mind.
Ling Fei, Chu Hao, who on earth am I?!
Pushing open the door, Ling Fei didn't immediately lie down on the bed, but instead stared at the mirror on the table in the room for a long time before finally unable to bear it and bursting out in a loud scolding:
"My devilishly charming face that captivated thousands of beautiful girls has turned into this soft and weak look!"
Ling Fei was furious beyond compare, only to realize that the one thing he had hated the most in the past were precisely this type of pretty boy, but this Young Master Chu Hao actually came into the world looking so infuriatingly annoying!
The emotions that had been suppressed in my heart for so long finally found an outlet and were completely released!
Ling Fei didn't care about anything, first smashing the mirror to the ground, then picking up everything in the room that could be thrown and venting wildly.
This outburst, he didn't know how long it lasted, until he sat panting on the edge of the bed, clutching the bedside table, his veins bulging, and tears streaming down his face in a mix of joy and sorrow...
The old man is not dead, the old man is not dead...
Looking at the chaotic room, Ling Fei really wanted to laugh loudly, but he couldn't laugh out loud. He wanted to cry out loud, but his throat was extremely hoarse... He remembered many people and many things, two memories that seemed to be slowly merging at this moment...
"What's wrong, Little King?"
The servants outside the door had long been startled by Ling Fei's crazy actions, but no one dared to come in standing at the door.
"Get out! All of you get out!" Chu Hao shouted in a sobbing voice, and the servants outside the door were immediately scared off. Finally, Ling Fei's nerves could no longer withstand such pressure, and with a tilt of his head, he fell onto the bed and fell fast asleep...
This sleep, slept in a daze, vague, appeared countless strange and familiar faces, disjointed, but couldn't call out a single name...
In his previous life, he was an orphan living in a small county town in Huaxia. Fortunately, at the age of nine, he was discovered by Yunyou, the master of the Zhongyuan Sect, and taken as a disciple to Kongyu Mountain.
Ling Fei has been very rebellious since he was a child. The hardships and setbacks in his life have given him a heart that is both weak and determined. The more than ten years on Kun Yu Mountain were the happiest days of his life. However, as a cultivator, he didn't have even a hint of spiritual roots. If it weren't for his rare talents in metalwork and fire control, he would have been swept away by the tide of cultivation long ago.
After that, he became unrestrained and dissatisfied with the world. At the age of 23, his talent for casting finally emerged in the cultivation world, forging a high-quality eighth-grade treasure!
From then on, the name Ling Fei spread throughout the entire Cultivation Realm and became an object of worship for countless young people. However, heaven is fair; after he gained honor and fame that others could not obtain in a lifetime, his cultivation level was also exposed to outsiders. A useless piece of trash without a spiritual root!
What an ironic and piercing title!
Even though, in the Cultivation Realm, people asking him to forge equipment never end, but behind-the-scenes gossip has never stopped!
Then he began to idle away, relying on his talent and indulging in pleasure, unrestrained every day... until Liu Mei's sword completely awakened him.
All of this... is him hiding that weak heart... Why, can others have spiritual roots, while I can only be a useless piece of junk for refining equipment?
What he wants is not a master refiner, but a rising star in the world of cultivation who can bring him fame and glory!
Chu Hao only suddenly woke up at the moment of his death, and all along, it was that pitiful self-esteem that had been haunting him.
When Ling Fei woke up from bed, the setting sun cast a warm orange glow over the room.
Everything in front of me, whether it's the beams, the bed frame, or other objects, all exude an ancient charm. This place is spotless, without a speck of dust, and naturally, there's no hint of supernatural aura surrounding it.
It turns out it was all true.
As he fell asleep, the two memories in his mind had already merged and intersected. Now, he had grasped all the information about Chu Hao, including when Chu Hao first flirted with a virtuous young girl, first peeked at a maid bathing, and even the first time he shot a small bird against the wall, nothing was left out.
Ling Fei got out of bed, rubbed his head, he wasn't someone who stuck to principles anyway. Since it was already settled, then so be it! As for the rest, screw them!
From now on, I'll be called Chu Hao!
The young master Wang can openly and aboveboard indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, carrying a birdcage to flirt with beauties on a sunny day!
I love it!
Ling Fei stroked his chin, gazing at the chaotic scene inside the house, then pushed open the door and let the servants in to clean up.
He stretched his waist and looked at the flower beds in the courtyard, the purple and red colors under the twilight were even more gorgeous. At this moment, after the servant had finished sweeping, the maids had already brought dinner to the courtyard one after another.
He began to adapt to his current identity, searching through Chu Hao's memories - before the age of fifteen, Chu Hao was undoubtedly a peerless genius, and even in the country next to the Cloud Empire, his name had spread far and wide!
But how did it change now?
Is it possible for someone's physical constitution to change just because of "walking into magic"?
What's going on with today's outing?
In Chu Hao's memory, Ling Fei knew that this world was a world where the strong were supreme, just like the Xian Tian continent in his previous life. The cultivation levels here were also divided into several layers, and even the names of these layers were exactly the same!
For example, the acquired realm in martial arts is divided into three levels: refining the body, refining the bones, and refining the skin.
This is the same as in the previous life, for those who practice martial arts, they must first cultivate a good physique, replenish their dantian, and solidify their muscles and bones to make their physical body strong! As for the realm of refining the skin, it's not just referring to the "skin", but also the five organs and six viscera, all need to be strengthened, only then can one cleanse the impurities, penetrate the Tianmen at the back of the head, and connect to the prenatal realm!
The former is the realm of practicing Qi, before the practice of Qi, the martial artist uses only postnatal Qi, but this flow of Qi is not pure and contains too much impurity from nature. Only by transforming all postnatal Qi into prenatal Qi can one reach the effect of washing away the impurities in the true Qi, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and achieving the effect of practicing Qi.
This realm is considered to be entering the inner chamber in cultivation!
So, the martial artist in the Qi-practicing period is also called a Qi-practitioner. A Qi-practitioner is someone who has grasped the door to cultivation and can transform their body, placing the physical body second and only needing to practice Qi to nourish themselves!
In Chu Haose's memory, a martial artist who has reached the Innate Boundary in this world is already considered a top-notch master of his generation, and it's possible for him to be enfeoffed as a noble or a general!
Above that is the transformation of innate energy into spiritual energy, which is the true yuan boundary he relied on his intention in his previous life - building foundation and golden elixir realm!
And after building the foundation, each stage has five levels!
For example, first-level foundation building, second-level foundation building... fifth-level golden elixir!
Then comes the primordial infant, yin and yang, and the emergence of the orifices.
On this continent, it seems that the first-grade Golden Elixir boundary is already the highest known level, as for higher levels, there are no records in the heir's memory or any classics!
This made Ling Fei feel a wave of doubt, after all, in his original world, there were even Yuan Ying or Yin Yang stage old monsters, like the Taishang Elder outside the Alchemy Gate.
And this world seems too backward as well?
Ling Fei had some doubts in his heart that the Golden Elixir was the ultimate goal of cultivation. In his opinion, the pre-heavenly and post-heavenly Qi were similar to internal energy. When he reached the peak of the 9th level of Qi Refining, if he advanced further, he would transform his internal energy into True Yuan Force, thereby reaching the realm that Qi Refiners yearned for - the Foundation Establishment Realm in the Cultivation Realm!
This world has the existence of true yuan force, and there are also masters above the innate. Ling Fei naturally believes that there will be even more superior levels of existence, just like his previous world!
However, this world is different from the previous one where the Taoist sect dominated. Here, the Taoist path seems to be in decline, and the imperial power even surpasses that of the Taoists.
Ling Fei was thinking while eating dinner. At this moment, the sky had already darkened, and Ling Fei was about to return to his room to examine his body when an energetic old man in gray clothes walked in from outside the door and respectfully said: "Young Master Wang, the master is summoning you to the study."
This person is the steward of the Wang Fu, Old Liu. Ling Fei learned from Chu Hao's memories that Old Liu had been watching over Chu Hao since he was a child, and was kind and approachable, having grown up together with Chu Hao as both master and servant.
Ling Fei's heart was racing somewhat violently, she responded with a "yes" and followed Liu Lao out of the courtyard, heading towards the study.
The palace was extremely large, and it took almost seven or eight minutes to walk along this road before arriving at the door of the study. At this moment, the sky was dark, and the window paper of the study was shining with a faint, flickering candlelight, and a majestic figure appeared in front of me like a cut-out silhouette.
Liu Lao stood still outside the door, his head hung low, without a word. But Ling Fei's nose suddenly felt sour, and he pushed open the study door and walked in.
The study is decorated with great elegance, the hall is spacious and bright, clean and tidy, the objects placed are extremely simple and casual, everywhere can be seen scrolls of books that have been read, the hall emits a faint fragrance of sandalwood, mixed with a hint of light tea fragrance, making people feel calm and peaceful.
The whole study only had a desk, a tea table, and two chairs. Beside the chair was a small stove burning fiercely to boil tea, on top of which was placed a Go board with round pieces, while beside the desk, the mouth of the copper crane incense burner emitted waves of fragrant sandalwood scent, like orchids and chrysanthemums, refreshing the heart.
In the center of the study, a middle-aged man in a golden long gown stood with his hands behind his back. The middle-aged man had an extremely royal temperament, with thick eyebrows and a wide forehead, and his hair was combed up to reveal a prominent forehead, with white threads mixed into his black hair hanging down to his shoulders, every move full of elegance and nobility.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's face does not have any noble or overbearing air, but is instead filled with fatigue and exhaustion. His eyes, looking at Ling Fei, are full of kindness and complexity.
Ling Fei stared blankly at the middle-aged man for a long time. He didn't call him "Father King", but instead subconsciously called out: "Dad..."
This cry of "Dad" was so heart-wrenching that he didn't know whether it reminded him of Chu Yunfei's tumultuous life, having lost his son and wife in middle age, or if it reminded him of his own biological parents, whom he had never even seen.
