Socially anxious me transmigrated to a world of cultivation.

The ordinary person inside the pit fell into memories upon hearing the last sentence.

A moment later, Pingfan remembered that after being buried by Li Muchan, he had come back to life after an unknown period of time.

I thought I had gained immortality and was humming a song excitedly when I was interrupted by a voice.

I was so socially anxious that I quickly hid, and then I saw an old man appear there.

At that time, I thought the old man hadn't noticed me. After the old man disappeared, I didn't pay any attention and left immediately.

Hearing this, Pingfan knew that the old man had discovered him, but he did not point it out.

But now he can hear the old man's voice and talk to him. Could it be that the old man followed him here?

Thinking of this, Pingfan became somewhat annoyed. Judging from the way the old man appeared and disappeared, he was definitely a powerful figure, perhaps even stronger than Li Tiansheng and his wife.

But why did you just watch him lose the happiness he had just gained, without offering any help?

She only spoke to him after the incident had occurred.

Pingfan grew angrier the more he thought about it. Just as he was about to question the old man about why he hadn't offered to help, he suddenly realized something.

Why should someone who has no relation to him help him? And what benefit would they get from helping him?

Pingfan recalled that even in the world he lived in, helping others was not selfless, let alone in this world of cultivation.

Perhaps there are selfless people who help others in the ordinary world, but obviously there aren't many. Otherwise, you wouldn't see people being falsely accused just for helping an elderly person.

After figuring this out, Pingfan felt somewhat frustrated. He had originally thought that after transmigrating to this world, he would be like those characters in the novels he had read, living a carefree and unrestrained life, if not a great warrior.

However, the reality is that ordinary people, just as they enter this world and experience family affection, are ruthlessly deprived of it.

Moreover, due to his ordinary body, he had been taking additives since birth, which caused his top-grade spiritual root to become ineffective due to damaged meridians, preventing him from cultivating.

He aspires to become a body cultivator, but his progress is slow due to the constant use of toiletries.

Now, his only acknowledged relative has been murdered by someone else, and he is powerless to do anything about it. He also doesn't know if Li Muchan is safe now.

Suddenly, Pingfan realized that this person wouldn't speak up for no reason; he must have a way to get revenge.

Having figured this out, Pingfan calmed his thoughts and asked with a serious expression.

"Senior, could you please help me?"

Now that ordinariness has become part of this world, the way we address the strong has also changed.

In the novels I've read, people with high cultivation levels are usually addressed as "senior," while I am addressed as "junior."

After speaking, Pingfan waited anxiously for the old man's reply.

"Huh? I didn't expect you to come to terms with reality so quickly."

"However, I am not here now. The reason I was able to speak with you is simply because I found you quite interesting and left a divine thought on you."

Sure enough, the old man's voice rang out before Pingfan had to wait long.

But what the old man said stunned Pingfan; it turned out to be just a thought of the old man communicating with him.

While Pingfan was still in a daze, the old man's words rang out again.

"If you want revenge, come to the place where we met. I'll be waiting for you there."

Upon hearing this, Pingfan realized that the old man's words could truly help him take revenge.

He immediately became ordinary and dejected. If the old man had discovered his physical condition, would he still have said that?

Since there is hope, we should go no matter what. Even if the final result is the same, it is still better than being powerless here.

Thinking of this, Pingfan struggled to his feet, stared intently at the scene before him for a long time, and then turned and crawled out of the pit.

By the time Pingfan finally managed to climb out of the pit, it was already completely dark, and he collapsed onto the ground at the edge of the pit.

Once his ordinary body had regained some strength, he struggled to his feet, glanced once more at the large pit in front of him, and left without looking back.

Before leaving, Pingfan broke off a branch of moderate thickness from the large tree lying on the ground to support his body, which was about to fall apart.

A month later, Pingfan finally arrived at the place he had just transmigrated to.

During this month, Pingfan would pick wild fruits when he was hungry and drink stream water when he was thirsty.

Pingfan didn't care whether the wild fruits were poisonous or whether the stream water contained microorganisms, after all, his body had been enhanced with various additives.

As Pingfan gazed at the small pit beneath the Death Fruit Tree, he recalled the time when he first met Li Muchan.

Because the two couldn't communicate, Pingfan thought she was going to steal the fruit, so he quickly took a bite and then fainted. Li Muchan dug a hole and buried him.

The next time they met Li Muchan was when she was being chased and Pingfan saved her. It was then that the two realized they couldn't communicate because of their different languages.

To repay his life-saving grace, Li Muchan took him home, taught him to read, and was adopted as her son by her parents.

As he thought about it, tears silently streamed down his face. He wiped them away and then shouted loudly.

"Senior, this junior has arrived. Please come out and greet me."

As soon as Pingfan finished speaking, a figure slowly appeared before him, followed by the old man's somewhat impatient voice.

"No need to be so loud. I knew you were here the moment you stepped in, but I didn't want to disturb you because you were reminiscing about the past."

Upon hearing this, Pingfan bowed apologetically to the old man and said...

Thank you for your understanding, senior.

After saying that, Pingfan raised his head, looked at the old man with a nervous expression, and slowly said.

"Senior, you may not know this, but although I possess a Heavenly Spiritual Root, my meridians are useless."

At this point, Pingfan didn't continue, believing the old man understood his meaning.

Upon hearing Pingfan's words, the old man waved his hand slightly and snorted coldly.

"When we noticed you, we already knew something about your physical condition."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Pingfan with displeasure and continued.

"What? Are you questioning me?"

After hearing the old man's words, Pingfan, who was initially a little nervous, suddenly became excited and hurriedly said...

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

The old man's displeasure eased slightly after hearing Pingfan's explanation, and he said calmly.

"Actually, those two didn't tell you that your damaged meridians are slowly recovering."

Hearing the old man's words, he looked astonished. He could guess who the two people the old man was talking about were.

Hearing that the broken meridians in his body were slowly recovering, Pingfan was momentarily stunned.

However, while Pingfan was still in a daze, the old man's next words made his heart sink to the bottom.

"However, judging from the speed of recovery, it will probably take at least a thousand years for your damaged meridians to recover."