229: Chapter 229 Wuxiang Temple

A wave of intense unwillingness and rage burned crazily in his chest, but he quickly forced these emotions down.

As an emperor, he understood the situation better than anyone.

Anger and unwillingness could not solve any problems; they would only make him die faster.

The most urgent task was to figure out where he was and who that mysterious bald young man really was.

He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and tried to communicate with his greatest reliance.

The next moment, an unspeakable ecstasy surged into his heart!

It was still there!

That mysterious portable space that had accompanied his Transmigration and helped him ascend to the imperial throne was still there!

His mind sank into it, and he saw that the space was still the same as before.

The spiritual tree in the center, radiating vitality, had lush branches and leaves, and the spiritual spring beneath the tree was bubbling with water containing pure energy.

This was his greatest asset for a comeback!

Gao Feng did not hesitate at all; he immediately used his consciousness to draw a wisp of spiritual spring water to flow slowly through his already dilapidated Meridians.

A cool and gentle energy instantly spread out, nourishing his parched Physical Body and Meridians, and the tearing pain also lessened significantly.

Although the recovery was extremely slow, there was finally hope.

In the following days, Gao Feng did not act rashly.

He lay on the bed every day, using the spiritual spring water to slowly repair his injuries while carefully listening to the movements outside the Zen room.

Every day, a taciturn little novice monk would come to deliver meals.

The food was extremely plain, consisting only of coarse grains and vegetables, but it contained a trace of weak energy, which was somewhat beneficial to his physical recovery.

Through the conversations of the monks who occasionally passed by, and the fragments of information occasionally leaked by the little novice monk, Gao Feng finally pieced together the outline of a world that shocked his mind.

This was no longer the world he was familiar with.

This was a vast land of Cultivation called the 'Xuanhuang Great World'!

Here, Sects stood in great numbers, ten thousand races fought for supremacy, the strong could move mountains and fill seas, pluck stars and grasp the moon, and their Lifespan could often reach thousands of years!

And the place where he was now was a branch altar of a Buddhist Sect called 'Wuxiang Sect' in the Eastern Region—Wuxiang Temple.

The bald young man who had captured him was an Inner Sect Disciple of the Wuxiang Sect, ordered by his Sect to go to various subordinate Small Worlds to look for seedlings with the Aptitude for Cultivation.

What shocked Gao Feng the most was that his once-proud 'Human Immortal Realm,' which could be called a 'Land Immortal' in his original world, was only equivalent to the lowest 'Body Refining Realm' ninth layer when converted to this world's Cultivation system!

Above Body Refining, there were Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Transformation...

The gap between each major Realm was like a chasm, difficult to cross.

And the bald young man who had easily suppressed him was said to be a high and mighty 'Nascent Soul True Monarch'!

'Body Refining ninth layer... So, the Peak I reached after spending my whole life, is it just the beginning of Cultivation here?'

Gao Feng lay on the bed, staring at the rafters above, his eyes flashing with complex and unfathomable light.

There was loss, there was shock, but more than that was an unprecedented excitement and burning passion!

He had originally thought he had reached the end of the world, and the path ahead was blocked.

He did not expect that fate had actually opened a door for him to a broader and more wonderful world!

If the Human Immortal Realm could give him such power, what kind of might would he have if he Cultivated to the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, or even higher Realms?

Longevity, self-sufficient Divine Ability, wasn't this exactly what he, as an emperor, desired most deep in his heart?

As for the Small World he had conquered, the newly established Wu Dynasty...

A flash of determination appeared in Gao Feng's eyes.

'Wait for me!'

'When I Cultivate supreme Divine Ability here, I will break through the world barrier and return to my homeland!'

He was not a person who would give up easily.

That world was the empire he had conquered with his own hands, the Foundation of his imperial hegemony; he would never abandon it.

He wanted to treat this great world of Cultivation as a new target for conquest!

Having figured all this out, Gao Feng's state of mind suddenly cleared, and his entire spirit was renewed.

He no longer wallowed in self-pity but began to actively plan his future.

He knew very well that to gain a foothold in this world where the strong were respected, or even to return to the Peak, the four words 'Wealth, Companions, Technique, Land' were indispensable.

'Wealth' referred to Cultivation resources.

He was not lacking in this for the time being; the spiritual spring and spiritual tree in his portable space were his greatest wealth.

'Companions' referred to Dao Companion or partners.

He was alone now, so this was out of the question.

'Land' referred to a blessed land.

Although the Spiritual Qi in this Wuxiang Temple was more than a hundred times denser than in his original world, he thought it was just an ordinary place and could not be considered a blessed land.

And the most important was 'Technique,' which was the Cultivation Technique for Cultivation!

What he had previously Cultivated was only mundane martial arts; although he had pushed them to the limit, they were clearly outdated in this world.

To quickly improve his strength, he had to obtain a real Cultivation Technique!

After another ten or so days, under the constant nourishment of the spiritual spring, Gao Feng's injuries had finally recovered by seventy or eighty percent.

Although his Cultivation was completely lost, his movement was no longer hindered.

On this day, the door of the Zen room was pushed open, and a guest-receiving monk wearing a gray monk robe walked in.

'Since your injuries have healed, come with me,' the guest-receiving monk said expressionlessly.

Gao Feng followed silently behind him, passing through several corridors to a side hall in the temple.

Dozens of young people like him, who had been 'selected' from various Small Worlds, had already gathered in the hall, all looking around with expressions of confusion, uneasiness, and curiosity.

After the guest-receiving monk brought them here, he left on his own.

Soon, a Deacon Monk who looked quite shrewd and capable walked in, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

'From today on, you are the Utility Disciple of our Wuxiang Temple.'

'What you need to do is to be responsible for all kinds of chores in the temple, such as chopping wood, carrying water, farming, cleaning, and so on.'

'The temple will issue a certain amount of contribution points every month based on how well you complete your tasks.'

'contribution points can be used to exchange for Medicinal Pill, Magical Artifact, and what you need most... Cultivation Technique!'

The Deacon Monk's words caused the originally restless crowd to instantly quiet down, and everyone's eyes revealed a yearning light.

Cultivation Technique!

Gao Feng's heart also moved slightly; this was exactly what he needed most right now.

'I don't care what your status was in your original world, whether you were a prince or a Genius, once you are here, you must follow the rules of our Wuxiang Temple!'

'If you violate them, the light punishment will be expulsion from the Sect, and the heavy punishment will be the abolition of your Cultivation and being thrown into the dungeon!'

The Deacon Monk's stern warning made many arrogant young people turn pale.

Gao Feng, however, had a calm expression; he knew very well that this was reality.

In the face of absolute strength, so-called status and position were worthless.

Next, the Deacon Monk began to assign tasks to everyone.

Because Gao Feng looked the strongest, he was assigned to the back mountain to chop wood.

For these young people who had never done heavy work, this was undoubtedly a torture.

But Gao Feng was happy to do it.

He was no longer the emperor who lived in luxury; nine years of bloody warfare had already honed his will to be as firm as a rock.

This bit of hardship meant nothing to him.

More importantly, this job was far away from the crowd, allowing him more time and space to plan his own affairs without worrying about exposing the secret of his portable space.

He knew that before he had enough power to protect himself, the portable space was his biggest secret; if it leaked, it would surely bring disaster.

Therefore, he had to act carefully and not be too conspicuous.

Days passed, and Gao Feng got up before dawn every day to go to the back mountain to chop wood, then returned to his Menial Laborer room to silently Cultivate.

He was not in a hurry to exchange for a Cultivation Technique.

Because he learned from other Utility Disciples that most of what could be exchanged at the Merit Hall in the temple were only some third-rate basic Cultivation Techniques, which were half the effort for twice the result when Cultivated.

Truly high-level Cultivation Techniques required a massive amount of contribution points, which was not something they, as Utility Disciples, could hope for.

Gao Feng's goal was not those shallow methods from the beginning.

He used the clumsiest way to absorb the free Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth, re-tempering his Physical Body and laying the most solid Foundation; at the same time, he silently accumulated contribution points, waiting for an opportunity.

His Physical Body Foundation, which had once reached the Peak of the ninth layer of Body Refining, was still there.

Re-Cultivating, although without the assistance of a Cultivation Technique, was much faster than ordinary people.

In just one month, he had re-entered the third layer of Body Refining, and his Foundation was extremely solid.

On this day, Gao Feng had just finished chopping the daily quota of wood.

Dragging his slightly tired body back to the Menial Laborer courtyard, he was about to return to his simple wooden house when his path was blocked by three young men with ill intentions.

The leader was burly, with a face full of flesh, a ferocious tiger tattooed on his exposed arm, and a pair of eyes like a falcon, looking up and down at Gao Feng with undisguised malice.

This person was named Zhang Biao, an old-timer in this Menial Laborer courtyard.

It was said that he had joined the Sect for three years, and his Cultivation had reached the Qi Refining Second Layer.

Among them, the new Utility Disciples, he could be considered a bully.

'Are you that newcomer, Gao Feng?' Zhang Biao asked arrogantly, tapping his shoulder with the handle of the axe in his hand.

The two lackeys behind him also had looks of schadenfreude, arms crossed, staring at Gao Feng with a look of watching a show.

Gao Feng frowned slightly.

He had been here for a month, spending most of his time chopping wood alone in the back mountain, rarely communicating with others.

He didn't expect that trouble would still find him.

'Something?' Gao Feng's reply was as concise as ever, his voice calm and unruffled.

Seeing his lukewarm attitude, the flesh on Zhang Biao's face twitched, and he snorted coldly:

'Kid, you're pretty tough, huh? Do you know the rules of the Menial Laborer courtyard?'