The sandalwood incense slowly ascended, filling the room with a pleasant fragrance. The sunlight streamed through the crimson carved wooden window, scattering like crushed gold, illuminating the old wooden writing desk. On the desk, the four treasures of the study were neatly arranged. An open sheet of rice paper, an inkstone with still-damp ink, brushes of varying sizes with their tips hanging loosely, and a jade stamp of various sizes, each engraved with the word "Fan", all exuded an unmistakable scholarly atmosphere.
In the intricately carved wooden bed with hanging silk curtains, a figure struggled to turn over. After much effort, they finally used their arms to support themselves. Lu Fan turned his head to look outside the silk curtains, and was taken aback by the old-fashioned, classical interior style. Where is this place?
As a recent university graduate, new to the workforce and working overtime until three or four in the morning, Lu Fan had become accustomed to a life filled with computers, not the refined scholar's desk. He remembered working late into the night on a big client project, only to feel a sharp pain in his chest before losing consciousness. When he woke up, he found himself in this unfamiliar room.
He tried to get out of bed, but as soon as he moved, he realized he had no feeling in his lower body. His body lost balance, and he tumbled off the bed, causing a loud crash.
"Young Master!" The red-carved wooden door was pushed open. Several maidservants hurried inside, familiar with the procedure of lifting the fallen Lu Fan back up. The sound of a wooden wheel turning echoed as one of the maids pushed a delicate wooden wheelchair into the room. Two others helped Lu Fan, still in a daze, onto the wheelchair.
"Young Master... your limbs are not functioning well. If you need anything, feel free to tell us."
Lu Fan was still stunned. Who am I? Where am I? What happened to me... why can't I move? After a moment of confusion, the truth dawned on him—he had transmigrated. And not just into any world, but into the body of a paralyzed person. The way he had transmigrated... was truly unique.
As memories of the body's original owner began to flood his mind, he discovered more about himself. "Lu Fan, courtesy name Ping'an, the only son of the city lord of Bei Luo City in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He suffers from a leg ailment and cannot walk."
While mentally processing this bitter truth, Lu Fan's eyes subtly scanned the three maids before him. Due to his disability, his father had assigned three maids to take care of his daily needs and safety. The maids were all young and pretty. The eldest was about twenty-four or twenty-five, with a graceful, seductive charm. The youngest, barely eleven, was still full of childish innocence. The other was a seventeen-year-old with a fox-like face, her waist bearing a long whip.
The benefits of transmigration... could only be described with three words... "Quite stimulating!"
Just as Lu Fan was absorbed in his thoughts, he froze, staring blankly at the maids. His vision blurred, and the maids were replaced by a glowing attribute panel.
Host: Lu FanTitle: Qi Refining Master (Permanent)Qi Refining Level: 0Soul Strength: 1Body Strength: 0.5Spiritual Energy: 10 strands (not yet developed)Transformation Reward: NoneWorld Rating: Five Phoenix Continent [Low Martial]Permissions: Not yet unlocked
Lu Fan's pupils dilated. An attribute system panel? Is this the legendary golden finger? This is the true benefit of transmigration.
"Low Martial?" Lu Fan pondered. The world he had transmigrated into was called the Five Phoenix Continent, a low martial world. The concept of "Low Martial" was familiar to him, having encountered it in many novels and films in his previous life. Above low martial, there should be mid-martial, high-martial... but the existence of this "low martial" world meant that there were warriors or cultivators here.
As Lu Fan silently asked questions in his mind, the system panel didn't provide any answers. He could only analyze the data presented on the panel himself. Why did his title show "Qi Refining Master" with a permanent marker? Did it mean he would refine Qi for a lifetime?
And what about the "Transformation Reward"? How could he increase his soul and body strength? The panel seemed simple, but without any notes, it was confusing.
"Young Master?" A trembling voice broke his thoughts.
He looked up and saw that the three maids were no longer standing before him—only one remained. The youngest, still a child, looked horrified and helpless.
"Ni Yu, what's wrong?" Lu Fan asked in confusion.
"Young Master... you've been staring blankly for half an hour, and even when we called you, there was no response." Ni Yu looked relieved as she saw Lu Fan return to his senses.
"Half an hour?" Lu Fan was startled. He had been so absorbed in the system panel that he lost track of time.
"Where are the others?" he asked.
"They went to inform the master, Young Master," Ni Yu whispered.
Lu Fan's father, Lu Chang Kong, was the city lord of Bei Luo City. With such a prestigious position, Lu Fan wasn't prepared to face him just yet. He sighed, realizing it was time to confront what awaited him.
"Ni Yu, take me to see Father..." Lu Fan hesitated but said.
Ni Yu quickly nodded. Young Master Lu Fan was a reserved and aloof person. His temper was unpredictable, and she didn't dare defy him.
She covered Lu Fan's legs with a light blanket and pushed the wheelchair out of the room.
The Lu Manor was vast and grand, with magnificent architecture. The traditional Chinese garden style brought a sense of tranquility, pleasing to the eye.
As Ni Yu pushed the wheelchair, Lu Fan couldn't help but appreciate the surroundings. He felt a bit uncomfortable being served in this manner, but with his soul integrated into this body, he didn't resist too much. After taking in the scenery, Lu Fan refocused on the system panel, diving into the world rating section.
Five Phoenix ContinentLow Martial WorldNo Spiritual EnergyThe host can modify the world to elevate it to a Mid Martial, High Martial, or higher fantasy realm, receiving rewards based on the transformation level.
The information sent a shock through Lu Fan's heart. A fantasy world transformation? He was no stranger to the genre, having read many fantasy novels in his previous life. In these worlds, cultivators could punch mountains, kick rivers, break stars with a shout, or even slice the sun and moon with a sword. But transforming a world from nothing into a fantastical realm... this was more than he could handle.
The lack of spiritual energy in this world posed a limit to its martial potential. To transform this into a high-level fantasy world, the first step would be to restore spiritual energy.
The panel showed 10 strands of undeveloped spiritual energy. Lu Fan stared at it, wondering how to start.
"Detected undeveloped spiritual energy. Do you wish to develop it?" A prompt appeared.
Lu Fan blinked in surprise. After some contemplation, he decisively chose, "Yes."
The moment he confirmed, his paralyzed legs started to tremble slightly. He could see his legs, once stiff and unfeeling, glowing faintly under the sunlight. His blood vessels became visible, and the blockages began to dissolve into faint blue streams—spiritual energy.
It was as if the curse of his leg ailment had finally become the foundation of his journey to transform the world.
"Congratulations, host. Spiritual energy development successful. Permissions unlocked. Good luck."
The system panel updated, and the once-impossible weight pressing down on Lu Fan's legs was lifted.
Behind him, Ni Yu struggled to push the wheelchair, flushed and out of breath. But Lu Fan, grinning with excitement, felt his body change in a way that could only lead to one conclusion: The transformation of his world was just beginning.