"Welcome to the Extreme Yin Island"
"Focus on cultivating this technique…"
"Oh? A true spiritual root with gold, water, and earth attributes?"
Fragments of memory flashed through his mind, accompanied by a constant itching and stinging in his abdomen. As Mu Fan absorbed and merged the memories, he realized he had undergone transmigration.
He wanted to open his eyes, but like a horrible nightmare, he could not muster them open them no matter what.
The memory fragments of his original body were still fusing.
Born in a mortal town, he had been kidnapped to Extreme Yin Island and taught a technique to test his spiritual root aptitude. Then, a group of them was thrown onto a deserted island to begin a battle royale.
As expected of Extreme Yin Island, with its "excellent" reputation and "loving" master-disciple relationships.
The original owner of this body had died after being stabbed in the abdomen with a sharp stone during the slaughter of Gu-style cultivation.
The memories ended there.
Mu Fan suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for air.
"Hiss…"
The movement pulled at the wound on his abdomen, bringing another wave of pain. However, compared to when he was fusing memories, the pain had already lessened.
He forced himself to look down. A bloodstain spread across his cloth garment. Reaching out, he gently pulled the cloth aside and saw an irregular wound the size of a copper coin. The flesh around it twitched slightly.
Turning his head, he saw the weapon that had killed him, a long, sharp stone.
"Ah, help!"
Cries for help and chasing footsteps sounded nearby. Mu Fan closed his eyes and played dead.
A gust of wind rushed past, followed by another. Two figures ran into the distance, one chasing the other.
Mu Fan gritted his teeth. The pain in his wound was mixed with an intense itch that was hard to endure.
Just as he was about to check the wound again, a light flashed in his mind.
[Idle Cultivation System Activated!]
[
Name: Mu Fan
Aptitude: Gold-Water-Earth (Spiritual Root), Endless Vitality (Physical Body), Re-perception (Divine Sense)
Realm: Qi Refining stage 4
Identity: Extreme Yin Island Probationary Disciple
Qi: 108
Physical Body: 66
Divine Sense: 60 (180)
]
[Starting Idle Session…]
"The golden finger is here."
Mu Fan felt a surge of confidence as he examined the system.
As the name suggested, its main function was idle cultivation. Rewards were settled daily and influenced by aptitude, identity, faction, and reputation.
Reaching milestones such as one year, ten years, or a hundred years of idle time would grant better rewards.
"In that case, as long as I survive, my strength will not be too weak. If I want to grow faster, I still need higher identity and reputation."
"For now, I should follow Old Devil Han's example and stay low. This is the Chaotic Star Sea's Extreme Yin Island, it is far too dangerous."
Mu Fan turned his head and closed his eyes to rest.
Through the system panel, he understood his aptitude. Spiritual root aptitude determined cultivation speed.
His Endless Vitality physique gave him strong healing ability and also increased the recovery speed of his Qi.
No wonder the wound itched so much, it was healing.
As for Re-perception, it came from the fusion with the original body, giving him a powerful soul and strong divine sense.
Mu Fan lay still for several hours. Because of the bloodstain on his abdomen, no one suspected he was alive.
During this time, people passed by several times, and some fought nearby. The scene was brutal. The thick smell of blood drifted with the wind, making him uncomfortable.
But he endured it.
He remembered the rule given by the disciple in charge, survive for three days.
There was only one rule, survival.
One could slaughter until others feared them, or hide and endure for three days.
"Today should be the first day. The original owner died at the beginning. I transmigrated, fused memories, and recovered. Now it should be the end of the first day."
"The fighting has decreased…"
Mu Fan settled his thoughts. He kept his eyes closed. Because of cultivation, he did not feel sleepy.
That was for the best. In such chaos, he did not dare sleep.
Time passed, maybe one hour, maybe more.
Suddenly, Mu Fan felt something was wrong.
His instincts and a faint sense of danger warned him.
"What is this… where is this danger coming from?"
A trace of panic rose in his heart. He opened his eyes and quietly observed his surroundings.
A breeze moved through the weeds, causing them to sway.
Nothing else seemed unusual.
"Wait… what is that sound?"
His ears caught something strange, like saliva, like lips moving.
His eyes widened and his expression changed.
That was the sound of chewing.
On this island of slaughter and Gu refinement, there were wild beasts.
Mu Fan slowly stood up and picked up the sharp stone. He cautiously moved toward the source of the sound.
After about twenty steps, he saw several corpses in the distance, and a black wolf, six to seven feet long.
"That must have been the fiercest fight during the day. The smell of blood attracted it."
After confirming the danger, Mu Fan quietly turned to leave. After a few steps, he removed his bloodstained garment.
"There is blood everywhere. If I throw this away, it should not focus on me."
His wounds had healed, but he knew he could not fight it. In a world with Qi, beasts were far more dangerous.
He crouched and moved forward slowly. After more than ten zhang, he relaxed slightly.
At that moment,
A figure stepped out from behind a tree on the right, and a black shadow smashed toward his head.
Mu Fan was startled and dodged instinctively. The shadow was a thick tree branch.
After dodging, a thought flashed in his mind.
An inch longer, an inch stronger, an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous.
Against a long weapon, one must close the distance.
Your move is over, now it is mine.
His body moved before his thoughts settled.
He rushed forward, gripping the sharp stone with both hands, his eyes locked on the attacker's neck.
Ha!
Puchi—
The stone pierced through, and blood sprayed out.
Mu Fan's eyes were filled with ruthlessness and confusion. Slowly, he regained clarity.
The attacker fell.
Mu Fan knelt on the ground, still holding the stone.
"I… I killed…"
Roar!
The smell of fresh blood and the brief struggle had drawn the black wolf.
Mu Fan had no time to feel fear or disgust. He pulled out the stone and forced himself to turn back.
Ten metres.
Between a man and a wolf, even with a ten-meter lead, there was no chance.
Mu Fan ran.
After more than ten zhang, the sense of danger closed in behind him.
He did not dare look back. Watching the path ahead, he suddenly changed direction and rushed toward a large tree.
He jumped and stabbed the stone into the trunk.
It held.
Landing, he jumped again and used the stone to climb.
At that moment, a foul wind swept past.
Pain shot through his left foot.
His right foot kicked back instinctively, striking something. Using that force, he climbed higher, stepping on the stone and reaching a branch two or three meters above the ground.
His left calf had been slashed by the wolf, leaving two bleeding wounds.
Mu Fan squeezed the wounds to push out blood, then stared down.
The black wolf lowered its head and licked the blood on the ground, then raised its gaze and stared at him coldly.
There was intelligence in its eyes.
Mu Fan stared back without retreating, forcing his courage to rise.
If he showed weakness, the beast would only become more dangerous .