Two months later, at dusk in Willow Irrigation Cliff, a young man dressed in black sat alone on a moss-covered stone at the edge of the cliff, gazing into the vast, hazy mountain fog, lost in thought.

This young man is Ye Xuan. He pondered that two months ago, the Ye Xuan from that time had fallen from here, and he, Ye Zhiyuan, had crossed over at that moment. Fortunately, along with his crossing, his exceptional memory had also come with him. Due to his remarkable memory, Ye Xuan had learned all the writings in this world over these two months.

In this world, his father was named Ye Zhenwu, and his mother was named Nangong Qi. He also had an elder brother named Ye Ziyang, who was nineteen years old and had been out training since he was sixteen, so Ye Xuan had never seen his brother.

Ye Zhenwu was the eldest of three brothers. The eldest was Ye Zhentang, who had a son and a daughter named Ye Zhuzhan and Ye Xiangting, respectively. Ye Zhenwu was the second brother, and the third brother was Ye Zhenhu, who had only one daughter, Ye Yun. Apart from them, the Ye family had many collateral branches. Ye Xuan also had a grandfather, but in these two months, Ye Xuan had never seen the old man.

The city they resided in was called Xihé City, belonging to the ancient country of Taixuan, a small nation in the southeast of this continent.

Of course, two months had provided him with some understanding of this continent. This land was known as the Xuanjie Continent, also referred to as the Jiuxuan Continent. There was a kind of energy on the continent called Xuanqi. Below the navel of a person was a Xuanmen, where the body stored Xuanqi. A normal person's Xuanmen was transparent; however, if one day it turned light gray, it meant they had embarked on the path of cultivation. Legend had it that there were nine realms of cultivation, each with unique powers. It was said that the highest realm, Xianxuan Realm, was akin to that of immortals.

Of course, not everyone's Xuanmen was below the navel. Legend had it that there was once an individual whose Xuanmen appeared in the heart, an organ not suitable for storing Xuanqi. Nevertheless, this individual eventually reached the pinnacle of cultivation.

This continent was full of mysteries and wonders, signifying the prosperity of Xuanqi cultivation. Practitioners aimed to reach the peak through the cultivation of Xuanqi, harnessing extraordinary powers.

The strength of cultivation here depended on one's own cultivation level and the use of artifacts. It was essential for a practitioner to have a powerful artifact that could fully utilize their Xuanqi cultivation in battles. Moreover, unique artifacts could serve various auxiliary functions. Artifacts were classified from first to seventh tier, with the first three tiers known as magic treasures, the next three as spirit treasures, and the seventh tier as immortal treasures.

Speaking of artifacts, one could not overlook their creators, the artificers, a prestigious and rare profession in the Jiuxuan Continent. Artificers had stringent cultivation requirements, necessitating innate spiritual power in their Dantian Palace.

Spiritual power was a hidden force within a person, capable of generating spiritual flames through cultivation. These flames could be used to forge artifacts. However, individuals possessing this power were scarce, elevating the status of artificers in the Jiuxuan Continent. This also meant that artifacts were highly coveted by practitioners.

Thus, across the Jiuxuan Continent, immortal treasures were few and far between.

One's cultivation level depended on three factors: the level of one's own strength, which acted as a container for energy. It was said that there were nine realms of cultivation, each vastly different from the other, becoming the ultimate aspiration for people.

Next was the Xuanmen Mind Technique, a high-level technique that determined one's cultivation speed and benefits, crucial in combat against opponents.

The last factor was Xuanji, one's techniques. Possessing powerful techniques meant having high proficiency. To Ye Xuan, Xuanji was akin to skills in a game, while strength and mind techniques were like his mana. Only with formidable strength and mind techniques could one support the use of Xuanji; otherwise, even the best Xuanji would be of little use.

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The Jiuxuan Continent classified mind techniques and Xuanji levels from high to low into four tiers and twelve levels: Universe, Cosmos, Vast, Desolate, each tier divided into initial, middle, and high levels.

This reminded Ye Xuan of his life on Earth, recalling those popular online novels. The difference was that there, it was fiction, while here, it was a tangible reality.

Regrettably, the previous Ye Xuan had cultivated to the sixth level of Xuanqi, but now, his Xuanmen had mysteriously disappeared. Despite Ye Zhenwu trying numerous methods over these days, such as giving him exotic fruits or infusing him with pure Xuanqi, they could not find a trace of his Xuanmen.

This made Ye Xuan feel despondent; he had crossed over for a reason, hoping to experience a life of cultivation here. However, it seemed he had become useless upon arrival.

Gazing at the cliff, Ye Xuan suddenly had a thought: "What if I jump from here, could I cross back?"

Standing up, Ye Xuan walked to the edge of the cliff. As he hesitated about jumping, he suddenly saw a figure emerging from below the cliff. The blurry figure gradually became clear—it was a young woman, a few years older than Ye Xuan. This woman was holding a green vine, climbing the steep rocks on the cliff face, swiftly reaching the edge.

At that moment, Ye Xuan first noticed her delicate and playful face, feeling delighted. He had always been fond of girls, extending his hand to strike up a conversation: "Beauty, would you like me to give you a hand?"

The woman glanced at Ye Xuan, paused for a moment, then reached out her other hand and grasped Ye Xuan's hand. With a firm pull, she brought the woman up.

Ye Xuan stared at the woman, observing her delicate and playful face. She was dressed in a robe of azure satin, with a wide pleated skirt trailing behind her, exuding an air of elegance. Her soft hair was simply styled in a bun, adorned with a few cloud-shaped gold and uranium gemstones, enhancing its luster. However, there were traces of blood on her robe.

Noticing the bloodstains on her robe, Ye Xuan inquired, "Are you injured?"

"This is the blood of that cursed Bloodfang Ferret. This Bloodfang Ferret has probably reached the level of the Second Stage Star Xuan Mirror. Coupled with its bloodthirsty nature, I gained no advantage from it. It's a pity I couldn't get my hands on that Wandering Orchid," she said through gritted teeth.

After speaking, she looked at Ye Xuan, paused, then smirked mischievously at him.

Ye Xuan felt uneasy at her smile, unsure of what was on her mind. Back on Earth, he was skilled in fighting and racing, but here in the Xuanjie Continent, any practitioner could easily overpower him. What was worse, there were no laws on this continent; the law of the jungle prevailed, where the weak were destined to be consumed.

Ye Xuan said, "Well, Miss Dongfang, it's getting late, and I should head back. My parents are waiting for me for dinner." With that, Ye Xuan made as if to leave.

Before Ye Xuan could take a step, Dongfang Yan grabbed his arm. Softly, she said, "Help me distract that Bloodfang Ferret, and you can go pick that Wandering Orchid."

Now in a predicament, Ye Xuan was about to refuse when he saw Dongfang Yan's compelling gaze. Reluctantly, he swallowed his refusal and instead, stroked his chin, asking, "By the way, Dongfang, what cultivation realm are you in now?"

Dongfang Yan truthfully replied, "I am currently at the First Stage of the Star Xuan Mirror. If I obtain that Wandering Orchid, I might break through to the Second Stage and ascend to a higher realm."

Hearing her words, Ye Xuan thought to himself, "This is getting serious. If that ferret is two levels above her, she might end up losing more than she gains." Dongfang Yan seemed to sense his thoughts and assured him, "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."

Feeling compelled, Ye Xuan could only nod in agreement. He thought to himself, "Do you think I'm scared? Little do you know, I fear nothing, not even the heavens or the earth."

Seeing his acceptance, Dongfang Yan's eyes curved into a crescent moon shape, grabbing a green vine on the cliff and saying to Ye Xuan, "Let's go down, follow me." For Ye Xuan, who lacked a Xuanmen, this was not a problem. After all, he had once been skilled in rock climbing.

Following Dongfang Yan, they descended about a hundred meters until Ye Xuan finally felt solid ground beneath his feet. However, they had not reached the bottom of the cliff; it was merely a large horizontal rock face. As soon as Ye Xuan's foot touched the ground, he felt something brush past his head. Cursing under his breath, Ye Xuan heard Dongfang Yan whisper, "Don't be afraid, it's just a wild bat. Keep quiet; we don't want to alert that Bloodfang Ferret."

Ye Xuan followed Dongfang Yan along the cliff face for a distance until he noticed a cave on the distant cliff wall, with a stone wall beside the cave entrance.

Pointing at the cave, Dongfang Yan said, "That's the lair of the Bloodfang Ferret. Do you see the stone wall next to the cave entrance? Hide behind it when I lure it out, and then you can go in and pick the Wandering Orchid."

Ye Xuan nodded, preparing to move towards the stone wall. Dongfang Yan handed him a dagger with the words "Life Taker" engraved on it. Ye Xuan couldn't help but wonder if this dagger and the Soul Snatcher sword were a pair.

To be continued...