Chapter 3: A Useless Cheat Ability

Wen Nanshuang went from initial agony to later feeling full of vigor; she knew she had succeeded.

Her breathing calmed, transforming into her own internal energy, instantly elevating her from an ordinary person to a fifth-stage martial artist.

The martial artist levels are not complex.

Martial artists are divided into nine levels, each level being an accumulation of strength.

After the ninth level, strength transforms into "Jin" (force), known as the cultivation of Dark Jin.

After Jin comes "Qi," the postnatal Qi, which is a breath of energy cultivated within oneself.

Breaking through Qi leads to the Heavenly realm, drawing in innate Qi to forge the body and reach the stature of an immortal; this is the Xiantian (Innate) realm.

After Xiantian comes Foundation Establishment. Below Foundation Establishment is the bedrock; only when the bedrock is formed can one truly cultivate.

Cultivation: Cultivating the body, the heart, and merit.

Cultivating one's own body eventually leads to the formation of a core, the Golden Core realm.

Wen Nanshuang knew this knowledge by heart, but unfortunately, she had been a waste back then.

Knowing it meant nothing; she wasn't even a martial artist.

Once her breathing stabilized, she opened her eyes.

A flash of golden light flickered, though she did not notice it herself.

"So stinky." After her five senses were restored, the first thing she smelled was a nauseating stench.

"Where is this?" She was a cautious person. Setting aside the smell, the surrounding environment had changed drastically, and she immediately became alert.

Fortunately, the consciousness of this world soon flowed into her mind.

"So, this is the treasure Mom left for me. Mom really did leave me a treasure." Wen Nanshuang shed tears of pain.

In her past life, she was a cripple, but she had been loved by her mother when she was young.

When she was five, her mother suddenly fell gravely ill.

She was young then and didn't understand many things—why did her mother fall ill? Why would her mother die of illness despite having reached postnatal cultivation?

Only after growing up did she realize that her mother died to protect her.

Why say so? Because there were rumors that her mother’s family possessed a Heavenly Treasure, and whoever obtained it could live as long as heaven and earth.

How ridiculous. If one could truly live as long as heaven and earth, wouldn't they be a god?

If there were truly gods, why would her mother have died?

Now that she had received this space, she finally understood: there really was a Heavenly Treasure. Unfortunately, the treasure only recognized bloodlines, and her mother had been forced to her death by those ambitious people.

To avoid implicating her daughter, she chose death.

At that time, she was still a child, which was the safest state.

The Wen family, whether for the sake of the Heavenly Treasure or because she was a Wen, would not ignore her.

But no one knew that the moment the master died, the Heavenly Treasure would automatically detach and re-enter the body of a bloodline descendant.

In her past life, because those people feared Wen Nanshuang would learn the truth, they secretly took action when she awakened her martial power at age five.

They directly destroyed her foundation.

No matter how powerful the aura of the Heavenly Treasure was, it could not repair the damage if the master herself was broken.

It was merely an object, not a spirit.

Why could it help Wen Nanshuang forge her bones now? Only because she had just practiced on her own, and the Heavenly Treasure sensed it, directly assisting her cultivation.

Arriving at a pond, Nanshuang jumped in without a second thought.

It was a river, not very large, but the water was clear—so clear that she could see the fish swimming in it.

It was about five meters wide; as for the length, she couldn't see the end.

After washing clean, Wen Nanshuang cleared her thoughts and gave a bitter smile.

"In my past life, I sought it but could not obtain it; in this life, it came uninvited. Heavenly Treasure, why didn't you protect Mom well back then?" At five years old, she had long forgotten her mother's face.

Coming to another world and receiving such a great opportunity—was this meant for her to practice martial arts properly here?

She had actually long ago let go of the knot in her heart about not being able to practice.

Even without martial arts, she had lived quite happily in the city.

"Forget it. To obtain is my fate; to lose is my fortune. Since it has followed me to this other world, I will accept it."

After settling her emotions, Nanshuang began to explore the space.

Visibility in the space wasn't great, but it wasn't small either.

A river divided the space into two.

Where she stood was relatively flat, and it looked as if someone had lived there many years ago.

Because there was a small hut over there.

A wooden house.

In front of the wooden house was a very flat patch of land.

The grass on it grew very lushly, at least that was what she thought.

It was green; if it wasn't grass, what could it be?

Walking into the house, it wasn't big—just one room containing a bed, a table, chairs, stools, and a bookcase. That was all.

On the bed lay a yellow paper envelope.

She stepped forward and picked it up.

Opening it, she didn't know which ancestor had left it, but it contained instructions on how to use the space.

It was a single sheet of paper with very few words.

After reading it, Wen Nanshuang laughed.

"What a useless thing."

The space could be used for planting, but aside from the different flow of time, it was no different from the outside.

If she wanted to change the environment of the space—for example, to turn it into the kind of cultivation space seen in TV shows or novels—the master had to work for it herself.

She would have to practice mental techniques inside every day to condense spiritual liquid, which could then be diluted and used to water plants. Only then could they become spiritual plants or herbs, and even then, it was a one-time thing.

After one use, the main root would wither. To get more spiritual herbs or plants, she would have to condense the spiritual liquid all over again.

Fine, Wen Nanshuang didn't intend to make things difficult for herself.

After glancing at the mental technique manual, she exited the space.

There was really nothing to stay for; it was empty, without a single sound.

She feared she would go crazy if she stayed too long.

Just as she came out, she heard her father calling her from outside.

"Nanshuang, come out quickly and see what I bought for you." Wen Hao called out to Nanshuang's room, looking very happy.

Liang Zi was also smiling on the side.

"This is good stuff, perfect for Nanshuang to nourish herself."

It turned out they had good luck today; while out buying groceries, they ran into someone selling a soft-shelled turtle.

This creature was hard to catch, unlike ordinary turtles which could be seen everywhere.

Soft-shelled turtles loved to burrow into muddy places, and catching one took quite a bit of effort.

The space seemed to have an automatic drying system, as Nanshuang's clothes were dry when she came out.

Her body even carried a faint scent of grass.

"What is it?" Opening the door, Wen Nanshuang welcomed her new life.

"Wow, such a big turtle." Seeing the soft-shelled turtle in her father's hand, Nanshuang exclaimed.

"This isn't a turtle, it's a soft-shelled turtle. It's the best thing for nourishing the body." Seeing the smile on his daughter's face, Wen Hao felt his exhaustion wash away.

His heart felt clear and at ease.

"How about it? Dad will stew some soup for you tonight," Wen Hao asked Nanshuang.

Nanshuang, of course, had no objections.

She was a foodie, and her own cooking skills were quite good, but to make her father happy, she wouldn't fight him for the kitchen work.

"Okay, okay! I want to add some chili peppers so it'll be warm when I drink it," Nanshuang requested.

Wen Hao, of course, satisfied his daughter's request unconditionally.

"No problem, Dad will add an extra one for you."

Where they lived, soup wasn't necessarily clear broth.

Except when someone was sick or recovering from childbirth, most soups were made with some chili to remove dampness and improve the flavor.

Liang Zi watched the father and daughter chatting and laughing, and his previously worried heart settled down.

Naturally, Wen Hao handled the dinner; no matter what, he wouldn't let a fourteen-year-old girl do the cooking.

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