Normally, the internal organs of the body, when observed through inner sight, should be no different from those of an ordinary person.
But Fang Ming saw many spiritual apertures within his body, moving internal energy.
He saw his powerful soul, his physical strength surpassing that of mortals without extraordinary powers.
This was the peak strength below the Immortal-Devil level in the martial world of World Number Four.
It could be called the strength of a Grandmaster.
Logically, having even changed bodies, he shouldn't have brought these things over.
But in reality, Fang Ming could bring them.
This was inexplicable, and could only be attributed to the World-Crossing Talent.
"The Martial Path..."
"The Gene Path..."
Fang Ming's physical body vibrated.
As long as he willed it, he could awaken the various "ancient genes" within him.
This was the gene lock that could be opened after taking the God's Agent, allowing the use of gene power at the subtle level.
And in his Dantian, a wispy cloud-like spiritual energy rose.
This was pure qi.
It was spiritual energy.
It was also magic power.
It was the most important part of Fang Ming's cultivation, representing his combat power, the strength of the cultivation system.
With this strength, Fang Ming knew from Lin Xuan's memories of the power displayed by cultivators at the Dao Foundation realm that his current combat power alone was no less than that of a Dao Foundation realm cultivator.
Such strength, in the entire Great Kyushu World, was naturally insignificant.
But if confined to a single county, within the Lin family, there were many things he could do.
"Right, can the World-Crossing Talent go back?"
Fang Ming's heart stirred, and he directly used the World-Crossing Talent.
In that dark space, he saw points of light like scattered stars.
Fang Ming tried to traverse, and found it was on cooldown.
It would likely take a year before he could traverse again.
"A year... it seems I can't go back to World Number One."
"I had intended to return to World Number One, obtain the subsequent cultivation methods of the One Qi Art, and submit the spiritual rice."
"Now that it's a year until I can return, the Baiyun Sect probably already considers me missing. Suddenly appearing would be too risky."
"If someone like a Baiyun Sect elder or guardian were to notice my strangeness, it would be walking into a trap."
"I can't go back to the Baiyun Sect, but this is another cultivation world, and its system seems more mature. It can completely replace World Number One."
"For a short period, this world will suffice."
"Once I achieve success in cultivation here, comparable to the elders and guardians of the Baiyun Sect, I can pass through their mountain-protecting formation and freely travel between the two realms."
Fang Ming was contemplating what changes a year would bring and how he would return to the first cultivation world when suddenly, voices were heard from outside the dilapidated small hut.
"Smash it! Smash this young master's house thoroughly!"
"He's truly ungrateful! How dare he hide that Spirit Origin Pill?"
"Doesn't he think about it? A trash like him, is he worthy?"
Loud voices echoed from afar.
No.
Not from afar.
They were coming from right outside the hut.
Fang Ming narrowed his eyes.
He had already obtained the memories of this body, Lin Xuan, and naturally knew who those people outside were and why they had come.
As mentioned before, Lin Xuan had a monthly quota of pills. This was due to the status Lin Xuan's father had earned through his many contributions as a Dao Foundation realm cultivator.
In other words, whether by the family's rules or any other standard,
this pill quota was Lin Xuan's due.
Not to mention other pills, just the Spirit Origin Pills, Fang Ming himself could receive twenty bottles of Spirit Origin Pills each month.
Note, bottles, not pills.
Each bottle contained thirty Spirit Origin Pills.
This meant that, not counting other types of pills, just the Spirit Origin Pills that could increase spiritual energy, this body could have obtained a quota of six hundred pills per month.
But unfortunately.
Ever since his father met with misfortune.
More than ninety percent of these Spirit Origin Pills were harvested by the descendants of the elders.
On the surface, there were six hundred pills.
But in reality, this body could only obtain forty to fifty pills from the elders each month.
However, this was still not the limit of the humiliation.
Spirit Origin Pills were pills that could increase spiritual energy for those in the early stages of Meridian Condensation, and many people needed them.
Many Lin family disciples, whose parents had not made enough contributions, only had a monthly quota of a dozen or so pills.
Even after the elders' descendants took more than ninety percent,
Fang Ming's quota was still higher than theirs.
How could these people allow Fang Ming to bring these sixty pills home?
They would directly force Fang Ming to hand over these pills under various pretexts.
Thus, more than ninety-five percent of the pills the elders handed to Fang Ming were forcibly snatched away, another forty to fifty pills.
Often, those people would only leave Fang Ming two or three pills, just to save face.
But Fang Ming's body, in the past, had no face to speak of.
Because with only those two or three pills left, the servants would still come to snatch them.
In the end, Fang Ming got nothing.
Lin Xuan's monthly quota went through a triple process of exploitation: by the direct descendants of the elders, by ordinary Lin family disciples, and by the servants.
The result, of course, was that what should have been six hundred Spirit Origin Pills, now had none.
The original Lin Xuan, of course, was unwilling to accept this.
Anyone treated like this would not be willing.
Oppressed by the powerful direct descendants of the elders, oppressed by ordinary Lin family disciples, and finally oppressed by the servants.
How could such a life be described by mere misery?
It could only be said.
Extremely miserable.
Very miserable.
The original Lin Xuan naturally wanted to resist.
He had actually hidden one Spirit Origin Pill.
This one Spirit Origin Pill was not just a pill; it represented hope for the future.
It was Lin Xuan's instinctive rebellion after endless humiliation.
And this was the reason why those servants outside had come.
It was precisely because Lin Xuan had hidden this one Spirit Origin Pill.
So the servants came to his door, demanding that Lin Xuan hand over the pill.
Oh, right, these servants, without any backing or masters to support them.
They dared to do this.
"Living even more miserably."
"I feel I'm much worse off than a handyman disciple of the Baiyun Sect."
Fang Ming shook his head and saw his hut being kicked open by a group of people.
No, not the hut. Although the hut was dilapidated, it wasn't that flimsy. It was the worn-out main door that was directly kicked open by these servants.
A group of servants walked in.
Each of them called out Lin Xuan's name, with no respect in their words, but rather an attitude of disdain.
Fang Ming recognized the servant leading the group.
That person was named Gao Xianwu.
Gao Xianwu was not a member of the Lin family's main line but had been enslaved and entered the Lin family. Logically, he was just a servant, a household slave.
And from his treatment of other Lin family disciples, Gao Xianwu was indeed extremely respectful, never doing anything out of line.
Of course, this was only towards other Lin family disciples.
Not towards the original Lin Xuan of this body.