Chapter 1, Zhou Chun

Translator: Raznick

 

Half awake, Zhou Chun was roused by a cacophony of voices.

 

He blinked slowly, struggling to open his eyes. Then he turned his head toward the source of the sound.

 

Looking ahead, a few yards away lay a stretch of shattered rocks where two gray wolves were busily munching away at a human corpse.

 

He heard a cacophony of sounds, the muffled crunching and tearing produced by wolves eating, emanating from not too far away.

 

The bloody scene before his eyes instantly made his hair stand on end. He quickly closed his eyes.

 

Unbeknownst to him, as soon as his eyes closed, a wave of unfamiliar memories suddenly surged in his mind, causing his spirit to tremble violently. He couldn’t help but widen his eyes again.

 

He had transmigrated!

 

He found himself suddenly transported into the mysterious and magical realm of cultivators!

 

Zhou Chun couldn’t doubt the authenticity of these fragmented memories. Whether it was the wild wolves currently feasting on a corpse or the fact that both the dead and his own attire bore similarities to ancient times, all of this corroborated the truth.

 

At this point, to consider why one, in perfect health and merely sleeping, would suddenly find themselves transnmigrated, was undoubtedly meaningless.

 

The immediate priority was how to ensure his survival in this world.

 

From his memory, this was a world of immortal cultivation, a realm where cultivators could attain extraordinary abilities. He had taken over the body of another cultivator, someone who had walked the path of cultivation.

 

As this thought occurred to Zhou Chun, he immediately began sifting through the vast repository of memories to find useful information.

 

Quickly, his eyes lit up slightly as he found a way to shoo off the two wild wolves.

 

He struggled to get his hand into his coat and fumbled out a waterproof oil paper packet from an inner pocket.

 

“Mongrels, over here!”

 

Zhou Chun let out a low growl, which instantly startled the two wolves. Their fur bristled as they quickly stopped eating and turned their heads in Zhou Chun’s direction.

 

When they saw the weak body on the ground glaring furiously at them, fear flickered in their eyes.

 

But they soon realized that the man on the ground was simply putting up a bold front, unable to even get to his feet.

 

This made their eyes flash with malice immediately, and they surrounded Zhou Chun from both sides before pouncing on him.

 

Just as the two wolves were about to choke Zhou Chun, he raised his arm vigorously, swung the open oiled paper packet upward.

 

Instantly, a clump of yellowish-brown powder with a pungent stench was released, drenching Zhou Chun upper body.

 

The two wild wolves that were about to pounce scented the repulsive stench and were shaken as if struck by lightning. Their legs gave out, and with a pitiful whine, they turned and fled, soon vanishing down the mountain stream.

 

Zhou Chun successfully used the animal-repelling powder left behind by this body’s previous owner to drive away two wolves and neutralize the threat.

 

It made him even more convinced in his beliefs regarding the abilities of those cultivators from his memories.

 

Sometime later, Zhou Chun had regained some of his strength and made his way to the stream, drinking his fill. As he did so, he had pieced together some of his memories and now understood why he was here.

 

It turned out the body’s previous owner was also named Zhou Chun and had been a disciple of the Three Absolute Sect, a cultivation sect.

 

It was a peculiar sect, for it recruited ordinary people with spirit root as disciples.

 

The true power of the Three Absolute Sect had always been held by three cultivating clans—Li, Zhou, and You.

 

Because this so-called Three Absolute School was established by the three clan’s ancestors.

 

After being passed down for more than a thousand seven hundred years, the current Three Absolute Sect was now facing a great crisis, forcing them to relocate in order to avoid disaster.

 

Zhou Chun and Li Han, who had been mauled by wolves and left half his body exposed, were disciples of the Zhou and Li clans within the Three Absolute Sect, respectively. They knew each other well.

 

They met during their migration from hardship and quickly decided to travel together.

 

Yet these two friends, who had been supporting each other in their escape from hardship, turned against each other upon finding a treasure along the way and fought fiercely. Ultimately, they met their end together in an unnamed mountain stream.

 

Had it not been for Zhou Chun’s sudden transmigration, their two cultivators’ bodies would likely have been eaten by wolves.

 

After understanding the underlying circumstances, Zhou Chun not only lamented the treacherous nature of the cultivation world but also alerted himself.

 

From now on, no matter who he was with, he would always stay vigilant and cautious to prevent following in the footsteps of these two individuals.

 

After sorting out the basics, Zhou Chun utilized his memories and his body’s inherent muscle memory to quickly meditated to recover his spiritual power.

 

In the previous battle for survival, he had exhausted all the spiritual power in his body. If he hadn’t been out of spiritual power, he wouldn’t have had to use the animal-repellent powder to drive off the wolves.

 

After meditating for about three hours, Zhou Chun had recovered roughly six-tenths of his spiritual power.

 

His cultivation was at the Sixth Layer of Qi Refining Stage. Sixty percent of his spiritual power was sufficient to allow him to perform some mystical arts, ensuring he no longer had to fear injury from beasts.

 

When Zhou Chun finished his meditation and opened his eyes, he sensed a mild stabbing pain within his acupoints and an intense surge of restlessness that seemed to rise from nowhere.

 

“Is it because absorbing and refining Natural Qi directly causes spiritual power to be tainted with Savage Qi?”

 

He gently massaged his brows, forcing himself to suppress the intense irritation. Zhou Chun’s gaze sank slightly as he clearly understood why this situation had come about.

 

For tens of thousands of years, ever since the era of antiquity, the Natural Qi of this world was tainted by Savage Qi following the outbreak of the Immortal and Demon War.

 

When a cultivator absorbed and refined Natural Qi containing Savage Qi, their own spiritual power became polluted, making purification difficult.

 

If a cultivator absorbed too much Savage Qi, not only would they face an increased risk of deviation during their cultivation, but their mind would also become erratic and twisted under the influence Savage Qi, turning into a crazed evil cultivator.

 

Therefore unless absolutely necessary, there was not a single cultivator who would absorb the Natural Qi without the protection of a Purification Array.

 

But setting up the Purification Array was no easy task, and it required even more resources to maintain and keep it running. Only those powerful sects and cultivating clans with the means and manpower could undertake such a task.

 

Up until now, practicing cultivation in a place protected by the Purification Array was also no easy feat for cultivators.

 

Even though Zhou Chun was a clan cultivator, he still had to bear some cost for this.

 

Yet Zhou Chun, knowing the situation, still insisted on meditating to restore his spiritual power. He had his reasons.

 

To begin with, Zhou Chun found himself stranded in an unfamiliar territory, completely devoid of spiritual power, leaving him feeling extremely vulnerable.

 

Secondly, purifying and eliminating the Savage Qi within oneself might be difficult for others. But for him, now that he had sole possession of that treasure, it was very easy indeed.

 

Zhou Chun reached and lightly tapped his storage bag at the waist, from which a dark blue stone jar emerged. He then opened the wooden lid on top.

 

This stone jar stood a foot in height, adorned with dark blue patterns both inside and out. Its sides featured curved handles, designed for easy lifting and carrying with both hands.

 

The jar was already filled to the brim with Spiritual Water shimmering faintly in shades of blue.

 

Zhou Chun was looking at the water inside the stone jar. Without hesitation, he picked up the stone jar and took a big gulp.

 

Soon the cool Spiritual Water slid down his throat and into his stomach, quickly diing the restlessness he felt.

 

As the effects of the Spiritual Water dispersed, the sharp pain in his acupoints also gradually lessened and faded.

 

The so-called Savage Qi was completely removed and purified by means of this Spiritual Water with its strong purification abilities.

 

Yes, this self-producing Spiritual Water stone jar was the main reason behind Zhou Chun and Li Han turning on each other.

 

Back then, both discovered this item together; however, Zhou Chun got it first.

 

Once they discovered the purpose of this object, they set themselves up for trouble.

 

According to their experiments, as long as this stone jar was not covered, it would automatically generate one jar of Spiritual Water on its own every seven days when placed outside.

 

This Spiritual Water possessed a powerful purifying effect. It could easily cleanse herbs and ores that had been tainted by Savage Qi, purify demon beasts polluted by Savage Qi, and even remove Savage Qi from cultivators!

 

They were both well aware what such a treasure meant in today’s cultivating society.

 

At that time, although they were saying that they would wait until they reached the new base of Three Absolute Sect before handing over this item to the sect for a reward…

 

In reality, however, they all spontaneously harbored murderous intent towards silencing the other and sought to monopolize the item themselves.

 

Neither of them had anticipated that in the end, they would meet such a tragic fate of mutual destruction.

 

Now he had obtained an unexpected windfall by transmigrating, Zhou Chun.

 

Zhou Chun purified the Savage Qi within him using the Spiritual Water, then tucked away the dark blue stone jar before beginning to clean up the battlefield.

 

He retrieved several artifacts scattered on the ground into his storage bag. After that, he dug a grave and buried what remained of Li Han’s half-body. He then took possession of the storage bag and some useful items from Li Han’s remains.

 

From memory, he then located in the nearby forest the corpse of a green-haired leopard.

 

This demon beast, named Shadow Wind Panther, was trained by Zhou Chun and possessed the strength comparable to a Fifth Layer of Qi Refining cultivator.

 

Because of Li Han’s sneak attack, this loyal spirit beast was unable to fully demonstrate its strength and collapsed here forever.

 

Zhou Chun watched the corpse of the spirit beast that had died from its loyal devotion to protecting its master. He felt deep gratitude for its loyalty and righteousness, and immediately paid his respects to it with a bow.

 

Then he cast an art and cremated it on the spot, to prevent other beasts from feasting on its remains.

 

After completing all of this, Zhou Chun began striding toward the mountains.

 

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Silavin: Will be posting 10 Chapters a week till Chapter 40. then, we will see the demand and post accordingly.