Chapter 0003: The Mysterious Mark on the Chest
Ye Chen looked at Nan Er, feeling a pang of bitterness in his heart. Nan Er was merely a child of about ten years old, yet she was so understanding, considerate, and well-behaved, knowing how to take care of others. Compared to the women he had known on Earth, she was simply worlds apart, incomparable.
The mark on Ye Chen's chest in the room shimmered with a faint green light, while the spiritual energy of heaven and earth continuously gathered towards the mark on his chest. However, Ye Chen remained unaware of all this, still soundly asleep.
Ye Chen turned over and fell onto the bed, kicked off his shoes, and stared blankly at the canopy above. He had inexplicably arrived in this world, and for reasons unknown, he was subjected to divine punishment by the heavens. Then there were those nine great mountains, and the stone coffin that had soaked him in blood. Everything was so bizarre.
"You have arrived." Ye Wen Tian turned around, pointed to the space in front of him, and said: "Come here, sit cross-legged."
Ye Chen understood the uniqueness of the mark on his chest; as long as he relaxed his body, the mark would release pure streams of energy. This energy would flow into his limbs and bones, as well as into every cell, allowing him to refine his physical body and enhance his physical strength. This mark could be considered a treasure.
What is inside my dantian
There are many individuals in this world with extraordinary innate physiques. Their bloodlines are powerful, and as their cultivation levels continue to rise, the advantages of their special physiques become increasingly apparent. Ye Wentiandao said lightly, a glimmer of brilliance flashing in his eyes, "And your physique is the strongest among special physiques, one that the heavens and earth cannot accommodate."
Arriving here inexplicably, with a mysterious mark on my chest, blood-stained collar, and that thing within my dantian..." Ye Chen lay on the bed, murmuring softly, "One day, I will uncover the truth behind all of this.
Ye Chen reached into his bosom and carefully took out a palm-sized piece of fabric, resembling a small white veil, stained with splotches of blood. He brought it to his nose and sniffed; there was no scent of blood, only a faint fragrance reminiscent of a woman, intoxicating to the senses.
"Not bad, Chen'er, your constitution is unique, and ordinary cultivation methods are not suitable for you. If you force yourself to practice, it will greatly affect your potential and hinder the further unlocking of your physical treasures." Ye Wentian's expression was serious as he looked at Ye Chen, "In the future, if you wish to cultivate, you must choose the best. You must remember, better to have less than to have poor quality!"
"I have a special constitution? What does this mean?" Ye Chen looked puzzled, gazing at Ye Wentian with confusion
He looked at Ye Wentian, who also looked back at him, their gazes calm as water, devoid of any ripples.
Due to the fact that in his past dreams he was a complete failure and had no understanding of cultivation, Ye Chen was unaware of the cultivation system in this world. He planned to ask Nan'er about it when she returned, as that girl was also a practitioner. Alternatively, he could inquire with his father, Ye Wentian, tomorrow.
In fact, you are not the Chen Er who went missing six months ago! Just as Ye Chen was in turmoil, Ye Wontian's words exploded in his ears like a thunderclap
Ye Chen made every effort to peer inside, but he could not see through the dantian. After a slight tremor, everything returned to calm, becoming even more imperceptible. After struggling for half a day, Ye Chen finally gave up, exhaling heavily, withdrawing his mind, and gazing at the tent ceiling, feeling not a trace of drowsiness.
"Is it you?" Ye Chen murmured softly to the blood-stained collar, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have come into this world. From now on, we will rely on and accompany each other."
"Young Master, please hurry, the Master has likely been waiting for a long time." Nan'er urged again, pushing Ye Chen out the door. Once Ye Chen's figure disappeared, Nan'er stared blankly at the door, murmuring to herself, "The Young Master seems different from before..."
Young master, it is time to get up, you lazy fellow. The master has already gone to the back mountain. If you keep the master waiting, be careful not to get scolded.
The blood in the stone coffin emitted a fragrance, almost like that of a maiden, leaving him even more perplexed. Finally, the patterns from the Nine Heavens entered his body, and everything went dark; he lost all awareness. When he awoke again, he found that his dantian had become harder than iron. Ye Chen was not foolish; he could basically confirm that it was due to the patterns entering his body that his dantian had been sealed.
Something within the Dantian gently vibrated, and with that single instance, the entire Dantian trembled. The sealing patterns on it also shimmered and began to flow more rapidly.
"Heaven may abandon me, but I do not need to submit to heaven; I will do my utmost to go against it!" Ye Chen gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulging with tension, a surge of indescribable anger swelling within him. On Earth, he was a person who lived by his own rules, doing as he pleased, never willing to yield to fate. Now, having arrived in such a mysterious world, he was determined to carve out his own path!
At this moment, the mark on his chest began to emit a slight warmth, and streams of pure energy surged forth from the mark, flowing towards his limbs and meridians. As the energy circulated throughout his body, Ye Chen could feel a slight increase in his strength
Ye Chen sneered, unaware of what merits or abilities he possessed, that he would incur the jealousy of heaven and earth, resulting in the sealing of his dantian and becoming a body cursed by divine punishment
Ye Chen was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, all because of Ye Wentian's words "Heaven and Earth cannot accommodate." "Father, how do you know?" Ye Chen felt a bit flustered in his heart. Had Ye Wentian already realized that he was no longer the useless Ye Chen of the past?
Ye Chen was somewhat surprised. Originally, he was merely using his mind to sense, but he discovered that he could actually perceive internally. He vaguely saw his own dantian, which was as dark as ink, seemingly forged from steel. On the dantian, he could faintly see lines flowing, exuding an indescribable sealing power
After passing through the small courtyard, there was a stretch of mountain forest. The mountain path wound upward, and after walking for about ten miles, Ye Chen arrived at a spacious area that had been artificially cleared on the back mountain. A tall figure stood silently in front of him, facing away, motionless. Looking at that silhouette, Ye Chen felt as if the person before him, Ye Wontian, was not merely a human, but a great mountain, solid and unshakeable
"I won't tell you!" A look of excitement flashed in Nan'er’s eyes as she said, "After a while, Nan'er will give the young master a surprise, hehe..."
On this night, in the small courtyard where Ye Chen resided, the flowers that had already withered unexpectedly sprouted buds, and the withered grass and trees began to bud anew, as if welcoming yet another spring
After observing for a long time, the dantian resembled a sturdy cage sealed with a spell, which could not be breached solely by true energy. Any glimmer of hope was completely extinguished. Just as I was about to withdraw my consciousness from my body, suddenly, it felt as if I sensed something within the dantian.
Although I cannot cultivate true energy, I can strengthen my physical body. With this mysterious mark, I can train my physical strength to a terrifying level. At that time, even without true energy, I will be able to surpass many!" Ye Chen clenched his fists tightly, "As for the matter of the dantian, I will think of a way to address it slowly later. For now, I must first possess the strength for self-preservation.
"Why are you asking so many questions? This is what the master asked me to prepare for you. Hurry and drink it, then go to the back mountain; the master is waiting for you there," Nan'er said as she cautiously entered the room, afraid that a drop of the soup might spill. She placed it on the table and pulled Ye Chen to sit beside it. She scooped a spoonful of the soup, blew on it, and brought it to Ye Chen's lips, saying, "Young master, it's not hot anymore, drink up."
At this moment, Ye Chen had a feeling that his father, Ye Wentian, was by no means an ordinary person, at least not comparable to any of the four prominent families in Lincheng.
Oh!
Oh? Ye Chen became interested, but he did not ask much more, allowing this girl to maintain her air of mystery
The old monk became increasingly mysterious in his heart, after all, it was the old monk who had sent him to Wushan to search for this 'blood-stained collar'.
Ye Wentiang looked deeply at Ye Chen and said, "You seem to be worried about something"
"What a racket this early in the morning, is there no consideration for others?" Ye Chen turned over, opened the door, and muttered to himself. He saw Nan'er carrying a bowl of soup, exuding a fragrant aroma. He questioned, "What is this?"
The light in the room gradually dimmed, and it was already dark outside. Nan'er still had not returned. Ye Chen turned over and got up, walking towards the kitchen from his memory. He casually found something to eat to fill his stomach, and then returned to his room. Having eaten his fill, he felt drowsy, stretched lazily, and fell asleep.
I..." Ye Chen opened his mouth, contemplating whether to reveal the truth to Ye Wentian, but he was also concerned that Ye Wentian would find it difficult to accept the reality all at once.
You are right, I am no longer the Ye Chen of the Ye family from before, neither in soul nor in body. I have come from another place, inexplicably arriving here... I did not intend to conceal anything, I just wanted to tell you when the time was right... Ye Chen confessed, at this point there is nothing left to hide, he only hopes that Ye Wentian can believe what he says
"Young Master, you are daydreaming again. Hurry and drink, my hands are getting sore," Nan'er said with a pout.
Arriving in this world inexplicably, Ye Chen faintly felt that it must be related to this blood-stained garment, because when he obtained this piece of clothing, the heavens and the earth were shrouded in darkness, and a large hand descended, after which he lost consciousness. Upon waking, he found himself in a coffin.
"This is definitely not a birthmark; it should be a special mark. It is truly remarkable. It seems I need to study it thoroughly," Ye Chen murmured to himself, and then began practicing his martial arts routines in the room, putting all his strength into every move until he was completely exhausted.
I will handle it myself. Ye Chen picked up the bowl and gulped down several mouthfuls, then asked, What did the master ask you to do yesterday
Ye Chen walked over, sat down cross-legged, and opened his mouth to say: "Father, did you call me here today to teach me the methods of cultivation?" Originally, Ye Chen found it difficult to address his father in this way, but after calling him that for over twenty years in his dreams, he felt it was time to adapt to everything now that he had arrived in this world, even though he was no longer the useless Ye Chen of the past
The cultivation methods in this world are evidently different from those on Earth. Ye Qing is indeed a cultivator, but Ye Chen does not sense the presence of true energy within him. Ye Qing's strength surpasses his by a significant margin, yet it is still merely physical power
Ye Chen was in a daze. How could Ye Wenten know? Since arriving in this world, he had hardly spoken a few words with Ye Wenten. How could Ye Wenten be so certain that he was not the same Ye Chen as before?
Ye Chen looked at the blood-stained collar for quite a while before carefully tucking it into his bosom. He was certain that this collar was not an ordinary item and might prove to be of great use in the future
On the morning of the second day, just as dawn was breaking, Nan'er was knocking at the door outside
Focusing his mind, Ye Chen prepared to carefully observe his dantian. Although he already knew that his dantian was as hard as divine iron, he was unwilling to give up and hoped to discover a glimmer of opportunity.