518: Not again?

Chen De had originally thought that since he was following the big boss, he would be able to have smooth sailing right from the start, killing anyone who stood in his way, be it man or demon.

However, that was not the case at all.

After entering this Small World, he was placed into the body of a local native.

At the same time, a message appeared in the area.

Every participant who enters this place will be randomly placed into a body.

Their original bodies will be sealed, unable to use even the slightest bit of power.

The participants were either in the Mortal Realm or were the four individuals in the Immortal Law Realm First Transformation; they had no power to resist the methods of Ancestor Wuguang, who was in the Immortal Law Realm Fifth Transformation.

These bodies had different identities, different genders, and different ages...

But one thing was certain: it was truly random.

Take Chen De's current situation, for example: he was a beggar, and a lame one at that.

Given his discernment, as well as his level of mastery and research into the human body...

This beggar's body was just as ordinary as any other beggar's body could possibly be.

It had no extraordinary qualities, nor did it have any so-called hidden talents or anything of the sort.

But if there was anything different about it, according to Chen De's judgment, this body would barely be able to survive until this afternoon.

Of course, that was assuming he was lucky and things went relatively smoothly.

After all, being this weak, it wasn't impossible for him to kick the bucket at any moment before then.

Just because others couldn't use their own power didn't mean Chen De couldn't.

Chen De's talent was quite versatile, with only a portion of it manifested in combat.

But even just that portion gave him combat power far exceeding those in the same realm.

Coupled with the terrifying ability of the Evil God Essence, he could easily permeate Ancestor Wuguang's seal.

It was just unnecessary; the gap in strength was too vast, and Chen De didn't want to pull too many fancy stunts.

So, the next step was to find a way to save this beggar's body.

Due to years of accumulation, this body had long since been drained, utterly exhausted, like an empty shell.

Honestly speaking, there was no medicine that could save it. It was too weak to absorb tonics, and even if there were such medicines, he couldn't obtain them in his current state.

While contemplating this, Chen De felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth permeating the air, and he soon had a plan.

Cultivation!

That's right, cultivation. By strengthening the body through cultivation, he would definitely be able to replenish everything that had been drained.

Following this, Chen De drafted a simple cultivation system based on the world laws of this Small World.

All Mortal Realm systems under heaven were derived from the path created by the Earth Emperor; the foundation lay therein.

No matter how much they changed, they never departed from that framework; they were all just interpretations and applications of it.

Chen De certainly knew that this world must have its own indigenous cultivation system, but he couldn't get his hands on it right now.

He had no choice but to draft one himself to use for now, just to stay alive first.

Finally, with only half an hour left before he kicked the bucket, Chen De had finally finished drafting it.

He roughly divided it into four realms—Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow!

Time was tight, but he had already simulated it in his mind. With Chen De's research into the human body, it was impossible for any errors to occur.

And the facts were indeed as expected; as soon as he began cultivating, large surges of spiritual energy from heaven and earth rushed toward him crazily.

This bit of spiritual energy meant nothing to Chen De in his full form.

But to this beggar's body that was about to kick the bucket, it was like a long-awaited sweet dew.

It greedily and eagerly absorbed it, and soon he stepped into the first realm: the Yellow Realm!

The strength to lift a thousand pounds and a heroic spirit—this was the basic power of the current Yellow Realm.

There was no help for it; the spiritual energy of this world was thin, so Chen De had to lower his requirements for the strength of the system.

Standing up, his back no longer ached, and his legs no longer hurt.

The people around him were startled by this guy who had suddenly stood up, looking burly and strong.

A strength of a thousand pounds—except for when he first transmigrated, Chen De had never been this weak.

Completely ignoring the gazes of the crowd, he began to wander aimlessly through the city.

Any system is easy to start, and the one Chen De created was no exception.

Absorbing a little spiritual energy was enough to get started, but subsequent improvements would not be so simple.

With the concentration of spiritual energy here, if he relied purely on bitter training, reaching the Profound Realm would take at least three years.

There was no help for it; not only was the spiritual energy concentration low, but the talent of this body was also poor.

He walked down the street in rags, emitting a foul stench from his whole body.

This caused many people around him to cover their noses and frown, but none of them paid him much attention.

Unknowingly, Chen De had already walked to a relatively wealthy area of the city.

Those living here were mostly wealthy merchants, and further in was the area for high officials and noblemen.

With his identity as a beggar, Chen De could not enter that area at all.

Because he was thinking about how to proceed with his next step, he accidentally bumped into a young man in luxurious clothing.

"Ouch! Who is it? You have no eyes? Do you know who this young master is?"

The young man was helped up by a group of people and glanced at the person who had bumped into him.

Upon discovering that it was just a burly beggar, he immediately became impolite.

"So it's just a stinking beggar. This young master's clothes are ruined now."

Chen De, however, didn't even glance at him and was about to walk straight past him.

To ensure he wouldn't be exposed, he only had the identity of a beggar here, so he had to keep a low profile.

He couldn't act like he usually did—he couldn't just change his identity if things went wrong.

"Oh? You dare ignore me? You guys, get him! If you beat him to death, it's on me."

Seeing that Chen De didn't even bother to pay attention to him, the young man was instantly furious and seething with rage.

He ordered his subordinates to take out their clubs and attack Chen De.

But Chen De merely glanced back, and the young man's crotch was instantly soaked, with water dripping down—drip, drip, drip.

Not just him, but the other big men who were walking toward Chen De also seemed to be frightened and remained frozen in place, unable to move.

It was only after Chen De had walked far away that they began to gasp for air.

Chen De had been kind to others his whole life and had done countless good deeds; the word 'Influence' had long been deeply embedded in his bones.

Even without using the power of Influence, he could still easily Influence people with just a glance.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here was thin, so it was basically populated mostly by mortals.

With Ancestor Wuguang's ability, creating a Small World rich in spiritual energy would definitely not be a problem.

So, by creating a world like this, could it be... that he wanted them to engage in a battle of wits?

After reaching this conclusion, Chen De felt like the sky had fallen!

Who didn't know that when it came to things like battles of wits, especially when there were many people involved, only those with dirty minds could play?

Was Chen De's mind dirty? Was it? Was it?

He wanted to cry but had no tears. With his great benevolence, how could he possibly outplay those old foxes in a dirty game?

Chen De shivered. At this moment, if he hadn't been certain that Ancestor Wuguang didn't know him, he would have thought he was being deliberately targeted.