Fast Travel Absurdity Sutra

When Lantian woke up again, he opened his eyes and saw the man opposite him with a flushed face, and anger surging in his eyes like a surging tide.

Then, a slap came towards her mercilessly with a whistling sound.

Lantian's whole body tensed up instantly, and the pride in her bones and the instinctive reaction honed through experience in countless worlds were instantly aroused.

Even though she had not yet received the original owner's memories, she, Lantian, would never be slapped in the face for no reason no matter what situation she was in.

She can endure many hardships in life, can persevere in difficulties and hardships, can sleep in the open air and overcome all obstacles, but the only thing she cannot do is swallow the humiliation of being taken advantage of and humiliated!

Lantian did not move, but just slightly turned sideways. His slender arm, which contained amazing strength, stretched out quickly like a nimble snake.

Lantian was pleasantly surprised to find that this body was full of power.

However, now, she had no time to think about these things.

Her palm drew a sharp arc in the air, carrying with it a decisive force, and accurately met the man's slap.

There was a crisp "bang" sound, clear and shocking, as if a thunder exploded in this small space.

The man's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

His body, which was originally determined to win, seemed to be hit by an invisible huge force, and he staggered back a few steps uncontrollably.

Before his heels were firmly planted, his entire body fell straight backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting the ground heavily and raising a cloud of dust.

Lantian glanced down at the man lying at his feet, and a trace of disdain arose in his heart.

This person is too weak, just like a weak chicken that has no ability to fight back.

Think of her, Lantian, who has gone through countless life and death tests in various worlds, fought desperately with fierce enemies, and struggled tenaciously against harsh environments.

The man in front of her was so weak that he was not worthy of being her opponent at all.

She only used less than 10% of her soul power.

With just one slap, he was knocked unconscious so easily.

She slowly raised her head and glanced around.

The scene before my eyes was both strange and yet seemed to conceal a vague sense of familiarity, as if lightly shrouded by a layer of gauze, making it difficult to see clearly.

Perhaps, it was the original owner's memory that was haunting him.

The mottled earthen walls, the simple furnishings, and the faint smell of soil and firewood in the air all silently tell of the simplicity and backwardness of this place.

Lantian felt a sense of trance in his heart, as if he was in a fog. He didn't know where he was or why he was in such a situation.

But as time went by, she traveled back and forth between different worlds, experienced countless trials and tribulations, and had already forged a heart as calm as a rock.

This calmness was like a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding her in the waves of confusion and bewilderment.

It was just a brief moment before she took a deep breath, suppressed the slight trance, and quickly calmed down.

She knew clearly that this was not the time to be confused and panic. She had to figure out the situation as soon as possible so that she could find a foothold in this unknown world.

Lantian moved lightly, without even looking at the man lying on the ground.

In her eyes, this man was nothing more than an insignificant existence at the moment, not worth wasting her time and energy at all.

She turned around, her figure light and firm, and quickly disappeared into the house.

Outside, the sun shines on the winding path, and the wild grass on both sides sways gently in the breeze.

Lantian walked quickly along the path, her eyes searching everywhere, and finally found a quiet hill not far away.

The mountain is shaded by green trees, creating a peaceful and tranquil scene, isolated from the world.

She quickened her pace and ran towards the depths of the hill.

When we reached the top of the mountain, a lush forest came into view.

She wandered through the woods for a while and soon found an ancient and sturdy tree.

The trunk of the tree is so big that it takes several people to hug it. Its branches and leaves are lush, like a huge green umbrella, providing coolness for the land.

Lantian walked under the tree and sat down slowly.

She gently closed her eyes, put aside all distracting thoughts, and with a move of consciousness, she mobilized the mysterious and powerful power in her body and began to receive the memories of the original owner Zhou Tian.

After a long time, Lantian slowly opened her eyes. She already realized that she was in a rural village described in a typical period novel.

Wherever you look, you see unadorned simplicity and unconcealed backwardness.

The walls of the adobe houses, scattered in an orderly manner, are covered with mottled traces of time, and the thatched roofs sway gently in the breeze, whispering stories of the past.

The paths in the village are just dirt trails trampled by people. They are dusty on sunny days and muddy on rainy days. The potholes are filled with turbid rainwater. Occasionally, you can see a few ducks playing happily in them, splashing mud and water.

In the fields, the villagers were bending over and working hard. They were wearing coarse cloth clothes that were washed white and patched. Their rough hands were skillfully waving farm tools. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down their foreheads and hitting the ground under their feet, but no one cared.

The original owner, Zhou Tian, ​​had enjoyed a comfortable life in the city, a pampered only daughter. While her family wasn't among the rich and powerful, thanks to her parents' hard work and meticulous management, they had a comfortable financial situation that allowed her to live comfortably.

In that bustling city, she can wear exquisite clothes, stroll on the spacious and clean streets, go in and out of the dazzling shops, and choose the items she likes; she can sit in the bright study, study the literature she loves, and deduce the mathematical equations she likes; she can sit together with her family on holidays, taste rich food, and enjoy the warmth and joy of family.

She didn't have to embark on this journey to the countryside, leaving the familiar city and relatives and coming to this remote and difficult village.

However, the turning point of her fate was caused by Song Xiang, the daughter of her neighbor who went to the countryside with her.

Song Xiang grew up in a poor family. Under the heavy pressure of life, she learned the art of survival by observing people's expressions and speaking sweet words at a young age.

Her lively eyes can always keenly capture the subtle emotional changes of others, and then quickly adjust her words and actions to win the favor and sympathy of others.

She knew very well that Zhou Tian was kind-hearted but weak-willed, like an easily knocked-over chess piece, so she locked Zhou Tian as her target early on and carefully wove an invisible net to trap Zhou Tian tightly inside.

Since childhood, Song Xiang has used all her tricks to trick Zhou Tian into paying for her.

Out of love for their daughter, Zhou's parents carefully prepared a rich variety of food for Zhou Tian. Those delicacies full of parental love often fell into her stomach under Song Xiang's sweet talk.

Song Xiang is also good at brainwashing Zhou Tian. With a seemingly sincere sentence "good friends should share with each other", she plays with Zhou Tian's kindness and innocence.

Her so-called sharing was nothing but a complete scam.

Over the long years, the number of times she took the initiative to share with the original owner was so few that it could be counted on ten fingers.

And the so-called "sharing items" that were occasionally taken out were even more ridiculous.

Either it is a coarse grain steamed bun that has been left for a long time, is almost moldy and is as hard as a stone to bite, as if it is a forgotten thing found from the corner of time; or it is a sweet potato that has been stored for who knows how long, has shriveled and emits a faint odor, like an abandoned child despised by time.

But what is puzzling is that the original owner Zhou Tian's mind was shrouded in a fog, and he was completely unaware of Song Xiang's actions. Instead, he firmly believed that Song Xiang was his best friend.

Haha, how can she be called a good best friend?

This is clearly a toxic best friend hiding by her side, like a quietly growing cancer, eroding Zhou Tian's life and future without her knowing.

When I first arrived in this remote village, the hardships and difficulties of life followed me everywhere.

Soon after arriving in the countryside, Song Xiang seized the opportunity and began to frequently cry about her miserable situation in front of Zhou Tian.

Her thin body trembled slightly, her eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was choked and sad.

She said that she was short of money and didn't even have enough money for food. There was a shortage of food at home and she often tossed and turned in bed hungry at night.

Every word she said was like a carefully polished key, trying to open Zhou Tian's kind and innocent heart.

The original owner, Zhou Tian, ​​could have lived a peaceful life in the bustling city and avoided the troubles of going to the countryside.

However, the gears of fate began to turn quietly with the news that Xia Jun went to the countryside.

Song Xiang, this cunning and scheming man, had a calculating glint in his eyes when he heard the news.

She knew very well that her journey to the countryside was inevitable.

Zhou Tian, ​​the simple, kind-hearted girl next door who has a crush on Xia Jun, is undoubtedly the best "candidate" for her to continue to maintain a comfortable life.

So, Song Xiang began to use all her tricks and launched a carefully planned "persuasion" offensive against Zhou Tian.

Sometimes she described with great enthusiasm the freedom and comfort she felt after going to the countryside. It sounded like a paradise far away from the hustle and bustle, full of poetry and romance.

"Tian'er, you don't know that the sky in the countryside is as blue as a gem, the clouds are as white as cotton wool, and the mountains and fields are covered with flowers and green grass, just like a natural painting. We can play in the fields, feel the breeze on our faces, and listen to the birds singing. What a wonderful life that is."

Sometimes he mentioned Xia Jun in a mysterious way.

"I heard Xia Jun is looking forward to making a name for himself in the countryside. He's such a talented person, and if he had someone close to him by his side, he'd definitely be able to accomplish great things. If you go with him, maybe you can work hand in hand with him and create a great story."

Her words were like sugar-coated bullets, each one hitting Zhou Tian's deep desire for love and freedom.

Zhou Tian was already in love, and after being bewitched by Song Xiang, the flame of love in his heart burned brighter and brighter, and reason was long thrown out of his mind.

Under Song Xiang's instigation, she resolutely embarked on the journey to Liujia Village despite her family's pleading and obstruction.

She never expected that what was waiting for her was not the sweet love and beautiful country life she had imagined, but a carefully planned conspiracy and an endless abyss of suffering.

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Liujia Village, a remote mountain village hidden in the northernmost part of Dong Province, quietly exudes its unique ancient atmosphere.

Eighty to ninety percent of the villagers have the surname Liu. The family bloodline has been passed down from generation to generation here, weaving a close and thick interpersonal network.

The special geographical location makes this village extremely isolated and forgotten in a corner by time.

A rugged and winding dirt road is the only connection between it and the outside world. However, due to years of disrepair, it is bumpy and difficult to travel on. It is like a natural barrier, separating the hustle and bustle of the outside world from the tranquility and simplicity of the village.

The surrounding mountains, although not towering, are steep enough, like loyal guards, silently guarding this land, while also blocking the smooth flow of information and materials.

Land is the foundation for the villagers' survival, but this land seems so barren.

Every spring plowing season, when the villagers sow the seeds of hope with great anticipation, the harvest is always very little.