The First Volume: Golden Scales Are Not Objects in a Pool; Upon Encountering Wind and Clouds, They Transform into Dragons Chapter 3: The Divine Farmer's Bloodline

  Jiang Feng stared at the glowing stone in amazement, unable to help but admire himself for finding something precious. After about five or six minutes, he discovered that a thin stream of blood had seeped out from his wound, eerily forming a red line that flew towards the stone. The top was white light and the bottom was a red line, this unheard-of thing shocked Jiang Feng greatly. Although he didn't feel anything wrong with himself, this continuous bleeding wasn't normal, right? He tried hard to wave his hand, wanting to shake off this unpleasant feeling.

  But no matter how hard he tried to shake it off, it was as if there was a gravitational pull that made his body immobile. His heart was filled with great alarm, and the bleeding seemed to be taking its toll on him. His head began to spin, but his worry didn't last long. Just a minute later, the red thread was gone, and the light in the air had vanished too. All that remained was the stone, still radiating a faint reddish glow amidst the darkness.

  Before he could even catch his breath, the boulder began to shrink and slowly descend, eventually becoming the size of a grain of rice and drilling into his Tianying acupoint, causing a piercing pain that made him faint.

  In his mind, a picture seemed to emerge, and a thread of warmth spread throughout the meridians of his body. This warm thread grew stronger and stronger, like a flood bursting through a dam, constantly impacting the veins all over his body. Finally, in his lower abdomen, a kernel about the size of a walnut was formed, surrounded by a faint aura.

  He didn't know how long he had been out, but he slowly came to, finding himself lying on the ground. The soft grass was very comfortable, and he felt his body was extremely light. He slowly waved his arms, and his broken arm had somehow healed perfectly, becoming even more flexible than before. The wounds on his body had also completely healed, and not only that, but his skin had also changed, becoming smoother and more radiant, like the skin of a newborn baby.

  He stood up, muttering to himself in confusion "What exactly happened, was there some kind of strange encounter?" Jiang Feng felt it was unbelievable, just like those fantasy novels he used to read, where the protagonist either travels through time or inexplicably falls into a mountain valley and then learns incredible martial arts.

  No one answered his questions, but he could feel that there was something more in the depths of his memory, and also that his body seemed to have been modified, it was no longer his original body.

  He thought hard, as if a voice had appeared somewhere in his soul. "Child, I'm glad you can receive my spiritual inheritance. After successfully absorbing the memory stone I left behind, you will be able to use my divine yuan power and the biological data I have researched for thousands of years. I hope you can seize this opportunity well and bring benefits to the people."

  "Who are you, and why are you in my body?" Jiang Feng anxiously shouted out loud, but there was no response. Instead, a warm flow spread throughout his entire body from his lower abdomen, making him feel extremely comfortable.

  "What is Shen Yuan Li?" Jiang Feng was puzzled, but he suddenly felt enlightened and sat down cross-legged, with his hands clasped together, his eyes closed, and his mind focused inward. He entered a meditative state, and the warm energy in his meridians began to flow slowly along fixed routes towards the Dan Tian point in his chest. The energy grew stronger and formed a mighty current. The inner core of the Dan Tian welcomed this warm energy without resistance, absorbing more and more of it. After circulating around the Dan Tian for a while, the energy was sent to various parts of his meridians.

  After running like this for a week, Jiang Feng opened his eyes and felt even more refreshed. He raised his head to gaze into the distance, and the scenery around him was clear and visible. The plants on the cliff were also clearly visible, the rustling of leaves in the wind, the chirping of birds, and the humming of summer insects all blended together to create a wonderful symphony that entered his ears. He was extremely surprised, when did his senses become so sensitive?

  "Let's find a way out first, it's been several days since we came out, and Father and Mother are probably worried." Jiang Feng calmed down, packed up his things, and untied the bag on his body. He found that the plant he had picked from the cliff was withering, as if it was about to die. Jiang Feng's heart skipped a beat, this was something he had searched for with great difficulty. As soon as his hand touched the plant, his soul seemed to know what it was - Longyan fruit, warm in nature, suitable for growing on steep cliffs, able to nourish and detoxify, long-term consumption could eliminate toxins from the body, and had the effect of clarifying the mind. Jiang Feng subconsciously transmitted a thread of spiritual energy to the Longyan fruit plant, and found that the withered Longyan fruit regained its vitality, and the wilted branches came back to life. Jiang Feng smiled in his heart, it seemed that he had benefited from misfortune, this spiritual energy was definitely a good thing.

  Jiang Feng gathered his belongings and slowly explored the bottom of the cliff, but eventually became disappointed. This was a naturally formed bucket-shaped valley, with no way out; it seemed that the only way to escape was by rock climbing. Looking up at the steep cliffs towering over ten zhang high, Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart. He slowly made his way along the perimeter of the cliff, searching for a place to climb, and finally came to a spot that didn't seem too steep. With his hands grasping the protruding rocks on the cliff face, something unexpected happened - it seemed like he didn't need to exert much effort at all, and he easily climbed halfway up the cliff. Without thinking twice, he continued to climb upwards with all his might, the sound of rushing air filling his ears. Before long, he reached the top of the cliff. If someone had been watching from the side, they would have been extremely shocked - it was as if a shadowy figure had floated up the cliff face. Jiang Feng felt that the events of the past few days were even more bizarre than anything that had happened in the past twenty years.

  He really didn't know how he climbed up this precipice, he carefully measured the cliff again, except for the broken branches that indicated something had happened here, he was still very puzzled, and had a thought to go down and investigate further, but ultimately didn't have the courage, couldn't think it through so he just stopped thinking about it, his home was also in an unknown state of chaos, he ran all out towards the foot of the mountain, the shadows of the trees on both sides kept drifting backwards, he felt extremely surprised.

  Jiang Feng rushed down the mountain, feeling as if he was flying, perhaps even faster than that. In a flash, he arrived at his doorstep and heard his mother crying from afar.

  "Ah Ma!" Jiang Feng shouted anxiously. The room was quiet for a moment, and then Jiang Dajun heard the call from outside. He thought it was an illusion at first, as his son had been missing for over a month. But with another shout, he realized it wasn't an illusion - his son had really come back! He quickly pushed his wife, who had been crying numbly, and rushed out of the room. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed his son, with tattered clothes, disheveled hair, and a beard covering his face, but his eyes shone brightly.

  "Jiang Feng, where have you been for the past month?" Zhang Xi Lian was overjoyed to see Jiang Feng and burst into tears. Her son's appearance was undoubtedly the best news she had ever received. The pain of the past month instantly vanished as she tightly hugged Jiang Feng, for whom her son was her everything.

  "Mom, has it been a month since I left?" Jiang Feng asked in confusion. He only remembered that he had gone up the mountain to investigate for seven or eight days. Could it be that he had spent more than twenty days at the foot of the cliff? Jiang Dajun nodded his head affirmatively as he looked at Jiang Feng. "Dad, Mom, let's talk about this when we get back," he said, pulling the two elderly people who were still excited back into the house.

  Jiang Feng recounted to the two of them what had happened on the mountain, from going up the mountain for inspection and falling into the cliff, to how he escaped with his life. Of course, he didn't tell them about those strange things. The old couple listened in a daze, and after Jiang Feng finished speaking, Zhang Xilian couldn't stop chanting Buddhist scriptures, thanking heaven that Jiang Feng had narrowly escaped death.

  "What a narrow escape from death, there must be good fortune afterwards. Son, you've been missing for a month and your mother's eyes were almost blinded by tears. So son, no matter what happens in the future, you can't be so impulsive again. That steep cliff, how dare you go down alone!" Seeing his son safe and sound, Jiang Dajun also put down the heart that had been hanging high for a month, but he still scolded Jiang Feng's impulsiveness.

  "Alright, Dad, Mom, I'm hungry." Jiang Feng stroked his mother's already tear-swollen eyes, feeling deeply moved. His parents were the closest relatives he had in this world. He repeatedly promised that he would never be so reckless again, and only then did he put the two elderly people at ease.

  "Alright, wait a minute, Mom will make your favorite braised pork for you." She took a glance at her son and headed to the kitchen, still smiling.

  Jiang Feng took out the longan fruit plant from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Dayuan. Jiang Dayuan examined it carefully, and he vaguely remembered seeing a similar plant before, but he didn't dare confirm it.

  "Dad, this is a longan tree sapling. I want to set aside a piece of land to try planting it. What do you think?" asked Jiang Feng.

  "Alright, you want to try that way, then go ahead. Anyway, I won't be planting that much wheat this year. Our family has so much land and still doesn't know whether or not to plant wheat." Jiang Dayuan looked at Jiang Feng with a dejected expression.

  The father and son discussed the issue of longan fruit planting for a while. Zhang Xilian took out the braised pork that had already been prepared.

  "Peak, go wash up and have dinner first, hurry up and change your clothes after dinner." She still hadn't recovered from the excitement of her son's narrow escape. Watching her son gobble down his food, she smiled and said: "Eat slowly, don't choke".

  "Mom, it's really delicious. You guys eat too, why is only I eating?" Jiang Feng said to the two elderly people who were serving themselves food.

  "You've eaten, your father and I have already eaten, hurry up and eat." Zhang Xilian said. The whole family was happy and harmonious, chatting together after finishing dinner.

  At night, he lay in bed, thinking about what had happened over the past month. The more he thought, the more amazed he became, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure it out. The twenty-plus days at the bottom of the cliff, the five-star alignment, the strange glowing stones, the unknown plants, the cute little animals that Focun had seen, the eerie crimson threads, his own mysterious recovery from injury... As he thought about all this, a lovely, melancholic, beautiful woman's face floated into his mind again, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it off.