Chu Feng was woken up by a heartbreaking pain.
He opened his eyes suddenly and saw the pink gauze curtain. A sweet but not pungent aroma lingered on the tip of his nose. The smell was unfamiliar and strange. It was definitely not the smell of instant noodles and takeaways in his rental house.
"Hiss..." He wanted to push himself up and sit up, but there was a tearing pain in his chest, making him gasp. At this time, a memory that did not belong to him flooded into his mind like a tide - the original owner, also named Chu Feng, was an outer disciple of the Hehuan Sect in the Qingyun Realm. He had mediocre qualifications and was still stuck at the third level of Qi Refining after three years of cultivation. He was a famous "second-rate loser" in the sect. Yesterday, because he accidentally bumped into the inner disciple Zhao Hu and secretly embezzled the cultivation resources of the outer disciples, Zhao Hu and his men blocked him behind the rockery and beat him up. He was so seriously injured that he died immediately, and then his body was taken over by him from modern times.
"Hehuan Sect? Cultivation world?" Chu Feng was confused as he digested this memory. He was clearly in front of the computer working on a project report a second ago, and died suddenly because of continuous overtime work. How come he ended up in a place that only existed in novels when he opened his eyes? And he still entered the Hehuan Sect, which is famous for its dual cultivation, as a "waste"?
