Ling Feng looked at the Pyro's Eye in his hand, his mind already settled on a candidate. This Vision was perfect for him!
He possessed a strong desire, perfectly matching the binding requirements for a Vision.
However, he couldn't meet the person yet, as they weren't in Liyue. He would have to wait until the future to give it to them.
After Ling Feng tossed the Vision into the system space, the remaining five cards automatically flew over. Ling Feng scanned them all, not recognizing a single one, and looked at the system's information display.
The five items were: Sword Manifestation of Ten Thousand, Fearless Card, a bottle of Resurrection Pills, a Black Windbreaker, and a set of Ordinary Clothes.
Sword Manifestation of Ten Thousand: A three-star cultivation technique. After learning, one could use it with mana and incantations, transforming true qi into ten thousand swords, a ranged attack.
Fearless Card: A three-star effect card. Upon use, the user's courage would be greatly enhanced for twenty-five minutes, making them fearless.
Resurrection Pills: A three-star recovery medicine, twelve pills per bottle. After consumption, it accelerates the healing of injuries, greatly replenishes blood and qi, and restores strength, such as spiritual power, mana, elemental power, and so on.
Black Windbreaker: A one-star equipment, the same black windbreaker as Kirito's from Sword Art Online. Modified by the system, it could automatically adjust to fit the wearer. It was waterproof, fireproof, and resistant to many things, making it essential for adventuring.
Ordinary Clothes: Zero-star, could transform into any model of clothing, but once its form was set, it could no longer change.
Ling Feng placed the bamboo tube containing Sword Manifestation of Ten Thousand against his forehead, learned it, and then stored the remaining items back into the system space.
The ten consecutive draws this time were over, and Ling Feng considered the haul from the ten consecutive draws to be quite good.
Ling Feng looked up at the sky and noticed that the sun had already climbed to the center of the sky. Judging by the time, it should be noon.
Ling Feng scanned his surroundings and saw a simple tent on the peak of Mount Aocang not far to his right, with a pot next to it.
Ling Feng walked over and observed for a while, finding the pot to be quite clean. It could still be used after washing.
However, he had no ingredients to cook with at the moment, so the pot was useless.
Even if he had ingredients, he wouldn't know how to cook. He could fry an egg, but cooking dishes in a pot was beyond him.
"It's noon now, time to eat."
Ling Feng scanned his surroundings. There were some fruit trees nearby, but many of them were types Ling Feng had never seen before, and he didn't know if they were poisonous.
After all, this was a real world, and fruits and the like would surely be more abundant than what was depicted in games.
Even lakes that appeared small in games were many times larger in reality.
Therefore, he couldn't treat this world entirely like a familiar game, or he might suffer greatly due to his ignorance.
Looking around, the only fruit trees he recognized were apple trees.
Ling Feng slowly walked to an apple tree and looked at the large, round apples on it. They looked fresh and juicy, whetting his appetite.
"Heave ho."
Ling Feng tried to climb up and pick a few apples, but he had no experience climbing trees. He climbed for a long time, but couldn't even reach halfway up the trunk before slipping back down.
Ling Feng also tried to knock apples down with stones, thinking that if he couldn't climb, he could at least smash them down.
But unfortunately, he hit the apples, but they also fell to the ground with a splat, smashing into pieces, making them inedible.
"Ah!!!"
Ling Feng let out a groundhog-like roar inwardly. After working hard for a long time, his stomach wasn't filled; instead, the strenuous exercise made him hungrier.
"It's over! Am I the first transmigator to starve to death?"
"Gulp..."
Ling Feng could only stare at the apples on the tree and swallow his saliva repeatedly.
What about finding a long stick to knock them down?
Sorry, Ling Feng looked around. He saw many short sticks, but none were long enough.
"Rustle rustle..."
Just as Ling Feng was wondering what to do, a gust of wind suddenly swept through the surroundings.
The strong wind blew against Ling Feng, disheveling his clothes and hairstyle.
Even the tree branches swayed restlessly in the wind, colliding with each other.
"Thump thump thump..."
Several apples fell from the tree and rolled onto the grass in front of Ling Feng.
Ling Feng lowered his head, staring blankly at the apples on the grass.
He then looked at his dirty hands, which were covered in dirt from climbing for so long, and Ling Feng didn't know what to say.
Should he consider himself unlucky, yet the wind blew down a few apples?
Should he consider himself lucky, having worked hard for so long without getting any apples down?
"Gulp~" Ling Feng's stomach rumbled uncontrollably.
"Forget it, I don't care. Let's eat first, I've been hungry for a long time."
Ling Feng quickly picked up all the apples on the ground, hugged them, went to the small lake to wash them slightly, picked one up, and took a bite, making a crunching sound.
Immediately, sweet juice flowed out from the flesh, from the tip of his tongue to the base. The refreshing juice flowed down his tongue and into his heart, nourishing Ling Feng's soul.
Ling Feng's eyes lit up, and he devoured the large apple in a few bites.
After finishing one apple, Ling Feng eagerly picked up another and started eating. The apple was incredibly delicious; Ling Feng had never eaten such a tasty apple before.
Soon, the apples were all gone. Ling Feng licked his fingers, savoring the taste of the apple with a look of enjoyment.
After a while~
Ling Feng snapped back to reality, looked at his hands covered in saliva, and quickly washed them.
After washing his hands, Ling Feng decided to try cultivating.
Becoming a cultivator was the dream of countless Chinese people – flying on swords, walking on air, all sorts of magnificent spells.
Ling Feng looked around, intending to find a good spot for cultivation.
Soon, Ling Feng locked onto a location that looked very promising.
It was near the lake and had a large tree for shade, a nearly perfect spot.
Ling Feng walked over, imitating the cross-legged sitting method he had seen in television dramas. He sat down, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and relaxed his entire body.
Then, he began to circulate the Yuan Ling Jue from his memory.
The first step of cultivation was to draw spiritual energy from heaven and earth into the body. This step was the simplest in cultivation but the most difficult for beginners.
It was like learning to ride a bicycle; many people couldn't maintain balance at first, but once they learned, maintaining balance was easy. Drawing spiritual energy into the body was similar.
To draw spiritual energy into the body, one first had to sense its existence.
Ling Feng cleared his mind, reaching a state of calm and focus.
While forming the hand seals for the Yuan Ling Jue, he recited the incantations, using the simplest absorption method to begin sensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
However, after half an hour, Ling Feng still felt nothing, which was somewhat disappointing.
But Ling Feng did not give up. If cultivation were that easy, there would be a problem. Cultivators and martial artists were different.
In martial arts, even those who spent a lot of time could not compare to a Qi Condensation stage cultivator.
Unless they were innate martial artists who had successfully entered the ranks of cultivation, like Zhang Sanfeng in martial arts dramas, who might have already reached such a level.
Nearly an hour passed, and Ling Feng unknowingly entered a special state. wisps of white mist began to swirl around his body.
This was a sign of successfully sensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; this mist was the most diluted form of spiritual energy.
Ling Feng naturally felt it. He stabilized his excited heart and continued, following the methods in the Yuan Ling Jue, to draw the spiritual energy into his body.
All his pores naturally opened, and the mist, as if attracted by something, began to enter Ling Feng's body through his pores.
Then, the spiritual energy circulated slowly through Ling Feng's body in a large cycle, and finally, in Ling Feng's vortex-shaped dantian, a trace of true qi began to condense.
The moment the true qi formed, Ling Feng felt his entire blood boil.
It was as if he had been sublimated. Not only that, but Ling Feng felt an indescribable change in every corner of his body.