Grassroots Travel: The Star Lord of Another World

Gao Xingchen returned to his residence and did not sleep all night. The elders believed his report and promised to investigate the matter thoroughly and secretly strengthen vigilance. But Gao Xingchen's heart was shrouded in a shadow. He realized that he had accidentally been involved in a huge conspiracy, and behind this conspiracy, there might be a more terrible truth.

The next morning, Gao Xingchen went to find Master Zheng and asked to learn more advanced martial arts. He knew that with his current skills, he could not compete with Lin Feng, let alone protect Qingyun Sect. Master Zheng saw that he had made up his mind, so he stopped talking and began to teach him a unique skill called "Qingyun Sword Technique".

The Qingyun Sword Technique is the treasure of the Qingyun Sect. It is extremely powerful, but it is extremely difficult to practice and requires a high level of understanding and perseverance. Although Gao Xingchen is gifted, he still encountered many setbacks in his initial attempts. He waved the wooden sword in his hand again and again, but he could not comprehend the essence of the sword technique. His moves were messy and disorganized.

"Xingchen, your heart is in turmoil." Nanli stood aside, and her cold voice penetrated into Gao Xingchen's eardrums like an icy spring.

Gao Xingchen stopped what he was doing and frowned. He knew that what Nan Li said was true. Ever since he learned about Lin Feng's conspiracy, he has been in a state of anxiety and uneasiness. This negative emotion has seriously affected his state of cultivation.

"I know, but I can't control myself." Gao Xingchen smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I'm worried that I'm not strong enough to stop this from happening."

"You care too much about the result and ignore the process." Nan Li said calmly, "Practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't move forward, you will fall behind. What you need to do is to focus on the present and feel every movement and every flow of power with your heart."

Gao Xingchen was silent. He knew that what Nan Li said made sense, but he couldn't concentrate on it. He took a deep breath and raised the wooden sword again, trying to put all distractions behind him and devote himself to cultivation.

However, the more he tried to concentrate, the more those chaotic thoughts came flooding in like a tide, making him upset. He tried again and again, but failed again and again, and his original self-confidence was gradually worn away by the blows.

As the sun sets, Gao Xingchen drags his exhausted body back to his residence, feeling frustrated. He knows that he must adjust his state as soon as possible, otherwise he will disappoint everyone's expectations.

"What's wrong? You look dejected." Seeing that he was in a low mood, Xuanfeng came over and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I just encountered some bottlenecks in my cultivation." Gao Xingchen forced a smile.

Seeing this, Xuanfeng began to tell him some interesting stories in the sect, trying to make him happy in a funny way. However, Gao Xingchen was not interested at all. He realized that he could no longer rely on external encouragement and had to find strength from within to truly overcome the difficulties before him.

As night fell, Gao Xingchen sat alone in front of the window, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, his heart filled with confusion and anxiety...

Seeing Gao Xingchen was not in high spirits, Xuanfeng thought that his jokes were not funny enough, so he performed even harder, imitating the tone and demeanor of the elders in the sect, and even choreographed a farce of "Coach Zheng vs. the canteen chef". However, his efforts only earned Gao Xingchen an even more forced smile.

Gao Xingchen watched Xuanfeng's funny performance, but his heart became heavier. He knew Xuanfeng was doing it for his own good, but this deliberate happiness made him feel more anxious. He realized that he could no longer rely on external encouragement, and he had to find strength from within to truly overcome the difficulties before him.

"Xuanfeng, thank you, I'm fine, just a little tired and want to be alone for some time." Gao Xingchen patted Xuanfeng's shoulder, with a hint of fatigue in his tone.

Seeing him like this, Xuan Feng didn't want to force him anymore, so he left tactfully. Gao Xingchen was the only one left in the room, and he fell into deep thought again.

Outside the window, the night deepened, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting a cool glow. Gao Xingchen looked at the scenery outside the window, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. He knew that he couldn't be depressed like this anymore, he had to cheer up, for Qingyun Sect and for himself.

The next morning, Gao Xingchen got up early and went to the martial arts training ground to start a new day of training. He decided to put aside all distractions, focus on the training itself, and feel every move and every form with his heart.

However, the long-term anxiety and stress had overloaded his body, and he felt severe pain in his arms during sword swinging exercises again and again. But he gritted his teeth and persisted, unwilling to stop.

Ling'er passed by the martial arts training ground and saw Gao Xingchen's pale face, sweat on his forehead, and the wooden sword in his hand was shaking a little. She asked with concern: "Senior Brother Gao, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Gao Xingchen endured the pain and shook his head: "I'm fine, I just put too much effort into practicing."

Ling'er felt a little bit reluctant to see him like this. She knew that Gao Xingchen had been under a lot of pressure recently and had been practicing extra hard, so she decided to secretly prepare some healing herbs for him.

In the evening, Ling'er came to Gao Xingchen's residence with carefully prepared herbs, but saw that the door of his room was ajar, so she gently pushed the door open and walked in.

"Senior Brother Gao, I brought you some..." Ling'er's voice stopped abruptly because she saw that in addition to Gao Xingchen, there was another person in the room - Xuanfeng.

Xuan Feng saw the herbs in Ling'er's hand and immediately understood something. He showed an ambiguous smile on his face: "Hey, Junior Sister Ling, you came to see Senior Brother Gao so late at night and brought something with you. Could it be..."

Ling'er blushed immediately and quickly explained: "It's not what you think. I saw that Senior Brother Gao was practicing too hard today, so..."

Gao Xingchen was also a little embarrassed. Just as he was about to explain, he heard a discussion coming from outside the door...

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door, mixed with whispers. Ling'er's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if she had done something wrong. She wanted to explain but didn't know where to start. Seeing this, Gao Xingchen reached out and took the herbs from her hand, smiling and said, "Thank you for your concern, Sister Ling. This is exactly what I need."

Ling Er heaved a sigh of relief and smiled. Xuan Feng joked, "Junior Sister Ling is really considerate. Unlike some people, they only care about practicing hard and ignore their friends."

Gao Xingchen knew that Xuanfeng was talking about him, so he didn't refute it, but just smiled and shook his head. The three of them chatted for a few more sentences, and Ling'er got up and said goodbye.

After sending Ling'er away, Xuanfeng also left Gao Xingchen's room, and he was the only one left in the room again. Gao Xingchen looked at the herbs in his hand, feeling mixed emotions. He knew Ling'er really cared about him, but he also understood that his current situation did not allow him to be distracted by his children's love affairs.

Since coming to Qingyun Sect, Gao Xingchen has been practicing hard, hoping to learn something and find a way to return to Earth as soon as possible. However, his practice was not smooth. Although his talent and aptitude were good, he was still inferior to his fellow disciples. In addition, he was always concerned about his family on Earth, so he was inevitably absent-minded during practice, which led to slow progress.

Elder Zhang was the master who taught Gao Xingchen martial arts. He was strict and had high expectations for his disciples. Seeing Gao Xingchen's slow progress, Elder Zhang was very dissatisfied. In front of all the disciples, he severely reprimanded him and even proposed to remove him from the martial arts training list.

Gao Xingchen had never felt so desperate. He felt like a trapped beast. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the shackles of fate. Late at night, he dragged his exhausted body to the martial arts training ground, wanting to prove himself through more diligent training.

However, long-term anxiety and pressure have exhausted him physically and mentally. During the sword-swinging practice again and again, his eyes went dark and he fainted on the ground.

"Gao Xingchen, Gao Xingchen!" He heard someone calling his name in a daze. He tried hard to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

"Don't move, you're hurt." A cold voice sounded in his ears, with a hint of barely perceptible concern.

Gao Xingchen suddenly opened his eyes, and what came into his sight was Nan Li's beautiful face. He then remembered that he had fainted in the martial arts training ground, and it was Nan Li who saved him.

"Why are you here?" Gao Xingchen struggled to get up, but was held down by Nan Li.

"You fainted, and I brought you back." Nan Li said lightly, "You are too tired and need to rest well."

Gao Xingchen looked at Nan Li, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He knew that Nan Li had always cared about him silently, and even if he had misunderstood her before, she had never taken it to heart.

"Thank you, Nanli." Gao Xingchen said sincerely.

Nan Li didn't say anything, but just nodded gently. The two of them just stared at each other quietly, and the distance between them seemed to be infinitely shortened at this moment.

Under Nan Li's careful care, Gao Xingchen recovered quickly. However, the haze in his heart could not be dispelled. Just when he was about to give up, he saw a mysterious old man in his dream...