Chapter 1: Dou Qi Continent

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Northwest of the Dou Qi Continent.

Northern Jia Ma Empire, Wu Tan City.

Wu Tan City belonged to the Jia Ma Empire. Due to its geographical advantage of being adjacent to the Magical Beast Mountain Range, it had secured a place among the empire's major cities.

Aside from the City Lord's Mansion and the Mittel Clan, the most powerful local forces were the three great families of Wu Tan City: the Xiao Clan, the Jia Lie Clan, and the Ao Ba Clan.

However, due to the demise of the older generation of Dou Ling experts in these three clans and the fact that their current patriarchs had all stagnated at the Da Dou Shi stage, Wu Tan City had rapidly fallen to the bottom of the rankings among the major cities of Jia Ma Empire over the past decade.

"Move faster, you bunch of useless fools! Am I paying you two gold coins a month just so you can slack off?"

Early in the morning, in front of a trading firm in the southern part of Wu Tan City, a dozen freight wagons were quietly parked at the entrance.

A middle-aged man dressed in luxurious yellow robes was rubbing his round belly while urging a large group of laborers who were busily moving back and forth.

"This damn money-grubber, was he born from the same mother as the capitalists on Earth?"

Watching the yellow-robed man, who was heavier than the two hundred pounds of cargo on his back, Lin Feng couldn't help but complain internally.

Thinking about the transmigration novels he had read in the past, he grumbled in his heart, "Why is it that everyone else who transmigrates either lands in a prestigious family or gets an overpowered system to carry them?"

"But me? Not only did my physical body directly transmigrate to the Dou Qi Continent, but I also turned into a six-year-old. If I weren't tenacious enough, I probably would've starved to death on the streets."

That's right—Lin Feng was a transmigrator from Earth.

Originally, he had just been one of the many miserable workers on Earth. On the day of his transmigration, he had gone about his routine as usual—getting off work, taking a shower, and going to sleep—only to wake up and inexplicably find himself in the Dou Qi Continent.

What made matters worse was that his body had regressed to that of a six-year-old. Adding to his misfortune, he couldn't understand the language and had no money, which nearly led to his death from starvation.

Luckily, thanks to his shameless persistence, he managed to survive through begging.

At the age of thirteen—two years ago—he found a job as a porter, which finally allowed his life to stabilize.

As dusk approached, Lin Feng hurried to the yellow-robed man who was about to leave the trading firm and said, "Uh, Boss, I have something to take care of tomorrow. Can I take a day off?"

"Take a day off? Do you know how much less cargo will be moved if you take a day off? Do you think you deserve the two gold coins I pay you every month?"

Hearing Lin Feng's request, the yellow-robed man was displeased and snapped at him.

"Other places pay five gold coins! If I weren't too young and they were willing to hire me, who the hell would come work for you?"

Of course, Lin Feng only dared to think this in his heart. He wouldn't dare say it out loud—after all, he still needed this job to survive.

Forcing a smile, he pleaded, "Boss, I really have no other choice. Please be generous and approve it just this once."

"Fine, I'll approve it this time. But there won't be a next time, understand?" The yellow-robed man impatiently patted his round belly before walking away.

"Thank you, Boss."

The next day.

Early morning, several miles outside Wu Tan City, on an unnamed mountain peak. A thin layer of white mist perpetually shrouded the area, lingering without dispersing. As the gentle breeze swept through, the mist shifted, revealing glimpses of the landscape beneath.

At the base of a concealed cliff on the mountain, Lin Feng sat cross-legged inside a narrow cave.

This cliff was a cultivation spot he had carefully chosen. Across from the cliff, clouds and mist swirled, and below them was an abyss so deep that its bottom could not be seen.

The only path leading to this place had long been covered with branches and stones to obscure it, ensuring that his cultivation would not be interrupted.

Lin Feng had requested a day off because he had been at the peak of the ninth stage of Dou Zhi Qi for an entire year. Now, he wanted to attempt condensing a Dou Qi Cyclone and advancing to Dou Zhe.

He could have broken through months ago, but considering that he didn't have a Qi Gathering Powder, the risk of failure was too high, so he had postponed it until today.

Moreover, Xiao Yan, who was the same age as him, had already turned fifteen. According to the original story, Yao Lao would soon appear.

He had to break through to Dou Zhe before Xiao Yan, or else he wouldn't stand a chance at claiming the treasures in Jia Ma Empire.

Once Lin Feng felt that he was in peak condition, he muttered, "I must succeed!" Then, taking a deep breath, he swiftly activated the standard method for absorbing Dou Qi.

Immediately, the tranquil air around him suddenly began to ripple violently.

Strands of pale-white Dou Qi seeped from the air under a special gravitational pull and continuously poured into Lin Feng's meridians.

As time passed, the Dou Qi he absorbed grew denser, filling his meridians to the brim and causing them to expand continuously.

With the increasing influx of Dou Qi, Lin Feng's body reached a critical point where it could absorb no more.

The expansion of Dou Qi sent waves of intense pain through his meridians and dantian, contorting his face in agony.

Before long, Lin Feng sensed that he had reached his limit. If he didn't act soon, he would not only fail to condense the Dou Qi Cyclone but also risk damaging his meridians.

Taking a deep breath, he followed the instructions from the introductory Dou Qi manuals and forcefully compressed all the Dou Qi within his meridians toward his dantian.

In an instant, the surging Dou Qi within his body seemed to be pulled by an intense suction force, rapidly converging toward his lower abdomen.

When all the Dou Qi gathered in that location, it had shrunk to only the size of a palm.

The originally pale Dou Qi began to transform into a thick, milky-white, semi-liquid gas with no definite shape—this was the phenomenon of Dou Qi transitioning into true Dou Qi.

At the Dou Zhi Qi stage, the energy absorbed was called Dou Zhi Qi. However, after advancing to Dou Zhe, the energy absorbed could be considered true Dou Qi.

Though there was only a single-character difference between the two, the gap between them was as vast as the heavens and the earth—utterly incomparable.

However, because Dou Zhi Qi was much gentler compared to Dou Qi, people used it to cleanse their meridians and temper their bodies when they were still physically weak, laying the foundation for absorbing Dou Qi in the future.

This stage was called Dou Zhi Qi!

Seeing this, Lin Feng gritted his teeth, knowing that success or failure depended on whether he could now compress the chaotic Dou Qi in his dantian into a self-rotating Dou Qi cyclone.

If he failed to condense the cyclone this time, he would fall back to the eighth stage of Dou Zhi Qi, and it would take at least a year before he could attempt to break through to Dou Zhe again.

Resolving himself, Lin Feng shut his eyes tightly and forcefully compressed the energy once more, shouting, "Dou Qi Cyclone, condense for me!"

"Boom!"

With a soft muffled sound inside his body, the exhaustion that had nearly drained him completely vanished without a trace.

Lin Feng let out a deep sigh of relief, his previously tense heart finally settling down.

Now that his Dou Qi Cyclone had successfully formed, he had officially stepped through the gateway of Dou Qi cultivation.

"Looks like my luck isn't bad. Succeeding in forming a Dou Qi Cyclone on my first attempt—fifteen-year-old Dou Zhe. In the Jia Ma Empire, that could be considered a second-tier genius."

Having successfully advanced to Dou Zhe, Lin Feng chuckled softly to himself. He then exhaled lightly, closed his eyes again, and gradually immersed his consciousness within his body.

Internal visualization was an auxiliary ability that only those at the Dou Zhe level and above could master. The higher one's strength, the more clearly they could perceive their internal condition.

With his mind focused on his lower abdomen, Lin Feng saw the palm-sized milky-white cyclone slowly rotating. Around its periphery, a layer of nebulous milky-white energy wrapped around it like a miniature star cloud.

Observing the small cyclone, Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction.

Though its size was small, the energy contained within it was at least ten times stronger than his previous ninth-stage Dou Zhi Qi.

With a slight movement of his thoughts, a wisp of milky-white Dou Qi separated from the cyclone and surged in the direction he willed.

Controlling the cyclone repeatedly, Lin Feng played around with its movement for a while, satisfying his curiosity before finally stopping. He then withdrew his consciousness from his body.

His tightly shut eyes snapped open, and for more than ten seconds, a milky-white glow flickered in his pitch-black pupils before gradually fading.

Although he had successfully condensed his Dou Qi Cyclone, Lin Feng still wasn't a true Dou Zhe.

After all, he had yet to convert his attribute-less Dou Qi into an element that matched his own affinity.

Coming back to his senses from the joy of advancing, Lin Feng frowned slightly as he thought about cultivation methods.

On the Dou Qi Continent, the cultivation ranks were divided into eleven major levels: Dou Zhi Qi, Dou Zhe, Dou Shi, Da Dou Shi, Dou Ling, Dou Wang, Dou Huang, Dou Zong, Dou Zun, Dou Sheng, and Dou Di.

Each rank was further divided into nine stars.

During the Dou Zhi Qi stage, people generally used special guidance methods to extract Dou Zhi Qi from the air and absorb it directly. Though inefficient, this method was well-suited for the weak bodies of those in the Dou Zhi Qi stage, who couldn't absorb too much Dou Zhi Qi at once.

However, upon reaching the Dou Zhe rank, the body underwent a tremendous improvement, making this crude absorption method unsuitable.

Thus, after countless years of exploration, predecessors developed Dou Qi Cultivation Techniques.

Over time, people classified these techniques into four main tiers, each divided into three sub-levels—Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow, with each tier further split into Low, Middle, and High grades.

Cultivating with a Dou Qi technique not only allowed one to convert attribute-less Dou Qi into an affinity-based Dou Qi but also played a crucial role in determining one's future achievements.

For instance, someone cultivating a High-Grade Yellow Class technique would possess significantly stronger Dou Qi than someone at the same level using a Low-Grade Yellow Class technique.

However, high-level Dou Qi techniques were rare and difficult to obtain. Among common folk, the best they could usually acquire was a High-Grade Yellow Class technique.

Ordinary people who reached Dou Zhe typically received a cultivation technique from their family elders. Though it might not be the best, it was at least a guaranteed foundation.

But Lin Feng was a transmigrator.

On the Dou Qi Continent, he had no elders to provide him with a technique, nor had he awakened some cheat-like system. Simply surviving was already difficult enough—where would he find the gold coins to purchase a cultivation technique?

Though he knew there were many treasures within the Jia Ma Empire, he currently lacked the strength to seize them.

"Should I go to Jia Nan Academy?" Lin Feng mused.

But he quickly shook his head.

Jia Nan Academy was too far from the Jia Ma Empire. By the time he returned in a few years, Xiao Yan would have likely looted all the good stuff—there wouldn't be anything left for him.

"Then should I join a sect?"

After some thought, Lin Feng dismissed the idea.

There weren't any worthwhile sects in the Jia Ma Empire. The only somewhat decent one, the Yun Lan Sect, had ties to the Hall of Souls—the water there was too deep.

After pondering for a while without finding a suitable path, Lin Feng sighed softly, got up, and made his way toward Wu Tan City.