Socially anxious me transmigrated to a world of cultivation.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~"

On the lakeshore, a man and a python were fighting, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoing through the woods.

However, this human was quite strange; he did not use weapons or spiritual power, but fought with his fists.

What's even stranger is that every time this human's fist struck the python, it created a large hole, accompanied by splattering blood.

When the python lashed its tail at the human, he was sent flying but quickly stood up and, as if nothing had happened, resumed the fight.

It's unbelievable that a human body could be stronger than that of a demon beast.

Suddenly, six figures were drawn here by the sounds of fighting, and then looked at the man and the python fighting.

The leader of the six looked at the battle not far away, paused slightly, and said in surprise.

"On this Spirit Cloud Continent, I never expected there to be people who purely cultivate their physical bodies."

Upon hearing his words, one of them turned his gaze away from the battle not far away and looked at the speaker, saying...

"Young Master, do you need any help?"

Zhang Shan waved his hand slightly and said calmly.

"No need. This person seems to be honing his skills. If we intervene, not only will we not gain his favor, but we might also disrupt his rhythm."

Upon hearing this, the man looked again at the human and the python fighting and realized that the human was indeed not using his full strength.

It's not hard to see that when this human's fist hit the python, it would leave a bloody hole, while when the python lashed out at him, it was only knocked away and its body did not suffer any real damage.

If you want to bring this person under your command, you have to do something to get him to join willingly.

Thinking of this, the man hesitated and looked at Zhang Shan. Just as he was about to say something, Zhang Shan waved his hand to interrupt him.

"Alright, I know what you're trying to say. Let's wait until this guy finishes fighting before we go in. I'm sure he'll make a wise decision."

Zhang Shan's confidence stemmed primarily from his family background; after all, the Zhang family was no small force in the Northern Region.

Although this person looks very young, he has already reached the peak of the tenth level of Body Tempering and can even go toe-to-toe with a second-tier demon beast.

However, a body cultivator is still a body cultivator. Even if they reach the highest level of body cultivator, they are only comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Moreover, those who cultivate their bodies have a fatal flaw: their lifespan is no different from that of ordinary people.

Moreover, the resources required to raise one body cultivator are enough to bring ten cultivators to the Nascent Soul stage.

Therefore, as long as Zhang Shan promises some benefits, this human will likely make a satisfactory decision.

Upon hearing Zhang Shan's words, the man stopped talking and instead looked at the battle not far away.

At this moment, Pingfan, who was fighting the python, was unaware that six figures were watching his battle from not far away.

When the ordinary fist struck the python again, the force of the punch sent the python flying backward.

After the python's massive body smashed down several large trees, it crashed onto the ground by the lake.

However, the python did not immediately straighten its body. Instead, after writhing for a while, it shakily raised its head and let out a pitiful roar.

"roar~"

However, the python's roar carried a hint of desolation.

Pingfan seemed oblivious to the pitiful sound in the python's voice. Instead, his eyes were filled with determination. He pushed off with his feet, and his body shot towards the python like a cannonball.

"Bang~"

The next moment, Pingfan's fist slammed directly into the snake's head, piercing through it. After twitching a few times, the python's body slowly went limp.

Pingfan pulled his fist out of the snake's head, shook off the blood, looked at the python lying on the ground, and said.

"As expected of a second-tier demonic beast, if my body hadn't improved recently, I probably wouldn't have been able to continue fighting after being hit."

Just as Pingfan was about to turn and leave, he was interrupted by a voice.

"Impressive physique. With only a body at the peak of the tenth level of Body Tempering, he can kill a second-tier demonic beast."

Upon hearing this voice, Pingfan's fist clenched almost imperceptibly, then relaxed. He turned to look at the speaker and said coldly.

"Fellow Daoist, what brings you to my side?"

After saying this, Pingfan looked at Zhang Shan opposite him, his eyes filled with deep hatred.

Zhang Shan keenly sensed a hint of murderous intent, frowned as he looked at Pingfan, and seeing that he did not act abnormally, he shook his head and thought to himself.

"In this place teeming with demonic beasts, sensing killing intent seems quite common. Perhaps it's a low-level demonic beast lurking in the shadows that has spotted this group of humans."

"But this person looks somewhat familiar; it's like I've seen him somewhere before."

Thinking of this, Zhang Shan carefully examined Pingfan, but still had no clue. He then smiled at Pingfan.

"May I ask how this fellow Daoist is addressed?"

Upon hearing this, Pingfan was slightly taken aback, then cautiously looked at Zhang Shan. Seeing the probing look in his eyes, he had a sudden realization.

Zhang Shan seemed to recognize his face, feeling like he'd seen it somewhere before, but the three scratches on his now ordinary face made him uncertain.

Immediately, Pingfan felt his heart pounding wildly as he looked at Zhang Shan's gaze, as if it would jump out of his chest at any moment.

Pingfan quickly calmed his wildly beating heart. Seeing that Zhang Shan hadn't noticed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly.

Fan Ping

When Zhang Shan heard the name, he frowned slightly, feeling that Fan Ping's name didn't sound like a man's name.

Since he hadn't gotten the person he wanted, Zhang Shan didn't care about their name and smiled kindly.

"I just witnessed Fellow Daoist Fan's battle with the demonic beast, and I sense that Fellow Daoist Fan's strength is quite remarkable. Since you are alone, why don't you come with me?"

Hearing Zhang Shan's words, Pingfan was stunned. He hadn't expected that Zhang Shan had stopped him because he wanted to recruit him.

However, when Pingfan thought of the deaths of Li Tiansheng and his wife, he lowered his head and his eyes turned cold.

Seeing that Pingfan was looking down, Zhang Shan assumed he was thinking and didn't disturb him, but patiently waited for his reply.

At this moment, Pingfan recalled the battle between the Nascent Soul stage cultivators and then thought about the current strength of both sides.

Although the five people following Zhang Shan were all at least at the Foundation Establishment stage, and Zhang Shan was also at the Foundation Establishment stage, that is, there were six people at the Foundation Establishment stage.

However, Pingfan was only at the tenth level of Body Tempering. Even with his physical strength, he could barely fight against a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

If we join them, we might be able to use some tricks to put them in danger when they fight monsters.

Even if they manage to escape in the end, they will suffer considerable injuries, in which case Pingfan will have to take action again.

Having thought of this, Pingfan made a decision, looked up at Zhang Shan, and slowly said.

"That's possible, but what benefits would I gain by following you, fellow Daoist?"