Chapter 2 Strongest Cultivation Technique

"Nickname, bring a pot of yellow wine to the table by the window."

The waiter shouted to a young maiden inside the counter.

The girl was fifteen or sixteen years old, sporting a short, capable haircut. She was extremely handsome, with phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, and a cherry-like mouth.

Any man couldn't help but take a few extra glances; it was just a pity she kept her hair so short.

"Coming right up." The girl replied, nimbly heading off to serve the wine.

This girl was none other than Bing Cheng. Eight years ago, she had hidden in the stable but was discovered by the waiter. When he was about to chase her away…

she was spotted by the Innkeeper, who brought her back to the shop and gave her a good bath. Upon seeing Bing Cheng's appearance, he was even more satisfied with her.

Initially, the Innkeeper intended to raise Bing Cheng as a child bride for his son. They were of similar age, and he was waiting for them to come of age to marry.

In this world, one was considered an adult at sixteen.

Bing Cheng knew the ins and outs of this, but what could she do? She could only stay in this inn.

When they were little, she played with the Innkeeper's son, Huzi; after all, they were just children.

At other times, she helped manage the inn's business, and the Innkeeper became increasingly satisfied with Bing Cheng.

Especially since she was clever and full of bright ideas.

For instance, introducing set meals, bundle sales, and the like, which seemed very novel in this world.

This made the inn's business better and better, and they even opened two chain inns.

However, as Huzi grew older, he began to look down on Bing Cheng's family background. This world was still a feudal society, where marriage emphasized social standing.

Bing Cheng was clearly an orphan, and he didn't approve.

Huzi claimed he was a man of ambition and said he wanted to marry a Young Miss from a noble family. He often argued with the Innkeeper over this matter.

The Innkeeper felt quite sorry for Bing Cheng; every time he argued with Huzi, he would chat with Bing Cheng and apologize to her.

He said that once Bing Cheng came of age, he would let her manage one of the chain inns, treating her like his own daughter.

Bing Cheng was overjoyed, but she couldn't show it and had to pretend to be disappointed.

Over these eight years, Bing Cheng had also become familiar with this world. The place she was currently in was a small country called the Kingdom of Zhou, which had been at war with the neighboring Zhao Kingdom for the past few years.

It was also a small country.

This city was the capital of the Kingdom of Zhou, the King of Zhou City.

A small country dared not claim the title of Empire.

According to the Innkeeper, the Kingdom of Zhou had only been founded a hundred years ago, and wars had been constant every year.

At the very beginning, the Kingdom of Zhou was just a city within the Han Kingdom. It was said that one of the city lord's descendants entered an Immortal Sect and held a not-insignificant position within it.

Relying on the support of the Immortal Sect, the city lord overthrew the original Han Kingdom in one year and changed the national title to Zhou.

In a hundred years, it had annexed several surrounding small countries.

The Kingdom of Zhou rose strongly, but the ones who suffered were commoners like Bing Cheng. With harsh taxes and natural disasters, who knew how many people had died.

Ordinary people only had two choices: join the army to go to the front lines or beg.

Yet the rich only became richer.

The Innkeeper's business thrived because he had several cousins serving as officials in the imperial court.

Life seemed quite plain.

Although Bing Cheng still longed for Cultivation, what young person didn't want to fly on a sword and traverse the heavens and earth?

But given Bing Cheng's current identity, she simply couldn't get in touch with those high and mighty Cultivators.

One day.

When Bing Cheng went out, she saw a familiar figure on the street—a figure she would never forget even in death.

It was none other than that Fortune Teller from before.

However, he had now changed into a set of hemp clothes, had only one leg left, and was slumped on the ground, calling out to tell fortunes.

Bing Cheng gnashed her teeth. She certainly didn't believe this Fortune Teller was truly lame; after all, for an existence capable of causing Transmigration, changing one's appearance was a piece of cake.

"I'm here for after-sales service!" She didn't know how long it had been since she had used these modern terms.

The moment the Fortune Teller saw Bing Cheng, he immediately jumped up, turned, and hopped away on one leg.

"Was that a lame man? Am I seeing things?"

"Seeing a ghost in broad daylight…"

People on the street, as if seeing something very novel, began to discuss it heatedly.

Bing Cheng quickly gave chase.

After chasing for a long time, a book suddenly fell from the Fortune Teller's body, and he immediately vanished without a trace.

Bing Cheng gnashed her teeth again, really wanting to kill this Fortune Teller.

At least he dropped a piece of equipment, so it counted as some gain.

Picking up the book, it looked very old, with four large characters on the cover.

Strongest Cultivation Technique.

Bing Cheng's mouth twitched as she looked at these four characters. This name was truly unique, but given the Fortune Teller's abilities, it might actually be the Strongest Cultivation Technique.

After the inn closed for business,

Bing Cheng read by lamp light, opening the Strongest Cultivation Technique.

The opening chapter was written like this:

[Cultivate the Strongest Cultivation Technique, be the strongest person, and act the biggest cool.]

Bing Cheng's mouth twitched again. Was this really a serious Cultivation Technique?

However, the second page had many images, telling her exactly what to do at every step.

Following the images in the book, she sat cross-legged on the bed and began to try to Cultivate.

But after sitting for half an hour, there was no reaction at all. Bing Cheng even started to doubt whether this Cultivation Technique was real or fake.

She did not give up.

Now that she had arrived in the world of Immortal Cultivation, this was her Opportunity. If she couldn't take this step, she would be an ordinary person for the rest of her life, and she wasn't reconciled to that.

The night grew deeper.

Bing Cheng was sitting cross-legged on the bed, almost falling asleep, putting aside all her wild thoughts.

It was at this moment that suddenly, a faint, cool Qi penetrated through her skin and entered her body.

She woke up with a start.

So the foundation was to calm the mind and focus. Previously, she had been thinking nonsense, which was why she couldn't feel the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth.

Having learned the essentials, Bing Cheng could be considered to have officially entered the state of Cultivation.

By midnight, she really couldn't hold on anymore; she felt as if her lower body wasn't her own.

As soon as she moved her body, the mysterious state of Cultivation disappeared.

"This bed is still too hard; I must go buy a meditation cushion tomorrow." Bing Cheng muttered.

Afterward, she stretched her body in the room. She had only Cultivated for one hour, yet she felt her physical fitness had improved tremendously.

That familiar sense of strength had returned.

She estimated that her current physical fitness was about the same as that of an ordinary adult man. As expected of the Strongest Cultivation Technique.

"Sleep!" Bing Cheng lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The next day, before dawn.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The inn's front door was knocked on.

The waiter hurriedly climbed up and called out in response.

"Stop knocking, coming, coming…"

But the knocking continued, and the sound grew even louder; it seemed the person outside was a bit impatient.

"I told you to stop knocking…" Just as the waiter walked to the inn door, the door was kicked open violently, and he fell face-first onto the ground.

"Ouch!" The waiter clutched his buttocks.

"Are you deaf?" Immediately, a burly man rushed in and picked the waiter up like a chick.

Behind him, a Young Master from a wealthy family, dressed in fine clothes, staggered in, his face flushed, leaning against the wall.

"Where is the Young Miss Bing Cheng? Hurry and make her come out!"