Chapter 4051 Breakthrough

Although the Five Great Sects all cultivated their own Immortal Pill Masters, with Chu Jiuyu there before, they held no hope of winning the championship.

So, at this moment, watching the Dan Wang position change hands repeatedly, they were only shocked and didn't have much of a reaction.

Chu Jiuyu, seeing all this, was full of smiles. His thoughts were pure, and he single-mindedly pursued the Dao of alchemy.

For so many years, holding the Dan Wang position himself, not only did he feel no joy, but he also found it quite boring.

But now, he was first surpassed by Mu Ji, and then Xie Hongying appeared, which he found very interesting, and he smiled very happily.

In contrast, Mu Ji's expression was extremely ugly.

He was Xuanji Emperor Rebirth, and he originally thought that with his……

I am a failure, I barely pay attention to whether the sun is bright or not, because I have no time.

My parents couldn't provide me with support, my education wasn't high, and I was alone in the city searching for a future.

I looked for many jobs, but couldn't get hired. Maybe no one liked someone who wasn't good at talking, didn't like to communicate, and hadn't shown enough ability.

For three whole days, I only ate two pieces of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could continue to live in that dark basement and didn't have to endure the unusually cold winter wind outside.

Finally, I found a job, working as a night watchman at a hospital, guarding the morgue.

The hospital nights were colder than I imagined. The wall lights in the corridor weren't lit, and it was dim everywhere. I could only rely on the faint light seeping from the rooms to help me see my feet.

The smell there was unpleasant. From time to time, deceased individuals were sent in body bags, and we worked together to move them into the morgue.

It wasn't a good job, but at least it allowed me to buy bread, and the free time at night could be used for studying. After all, few people were willing to come to the morgue unless a body needed to be delivered or transported for cremation. Of course, I didn't have enough money to buy books yet, and currently saw no hope of saving up.

I have to thank my former colleague. If he hadn't suddenly resigned, I might not have even gotten a job like this.

I dreamed of being able to rotate to day shifts. Now I always sleep when the sun comes out and get up when night falls, which has made my body a bit weak, and my head occasionally throbs.

One day, the movers brought in a new body.

I heard from others that it was my former colleague who had suddenly resigned.

I was a little curious about him. After everyone left, I pulled out the drawer and quietly opened the body bag.

He was an old man, his face pale and grey, full of wrinkles, looking very scary in the extremely dim light.

He didn't have much hair, most of it was white, and all his clothes had been removed, not even a single piece of cloth was left for him.

I saw a strange mark on his chest, bluish-black. I couldn't describe its exact appearance; the lighting was really too dim at the time.

I reached out and touched the mark. It was nothing special.

Looking at this former colleague, I wondered if I would end up like him when I got old if I continued like this…

I told him that tomorrow I would accompany him to the crematorium and personally take his ashes to the nearest free public cemetery, lest those responsible for such matters find it troublesome and simply discard them in a river or a desolate plot of land.

This would sacrifice a morning of my sleep, but it was fine, as it would be Sunday soon, and I could make it up.

After saying that, I arranged the body bag and put it back into the cabinet.

The light in the room seemed to grow dimmer…

After that day, every time I slept, I would dream of a thick fog.

I had a premonition that something would happen soon, a premonition that something that might or might not be called human would come looking for me sooner or later, but no one was willing to believe me, thinking that in such an environment and such a job, my mind had become a bit abnormal and I needed to see a doctor…

A male customer sitting at the bar looked at the narrator who had suddenly stopped:

“And then?”

This male customer was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers. His hair was neatly combed, and he had a simple dark top hat beside him.

He looked ordinary, like most people in the pub, with black hair and light blue eyes, neither handsome nor ugly, lacking distinct features.

The narrator in his eyes was a Young man of eighteen or nineteen, tall and slender, also with short black hair and light blue eyes, but with sharp features that made him striking.

The Young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed:

“Then?”

“Then I resigned and went back to the countryside to brag to you here.”

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, a somewhat mischievous smile.

The male customer was stunned:

“Were you just bragging?”

“Haha.” A burst of laughter erupted around the bar.

When the laughter subsided slightly, a thin middle-aged man looked at the somewhat embarrassed customer and said:

“Outsider, you actually believed Lumian’s story. He tells a different one every day. Yesterday he was a poor unfortunate who had his engagement broken off by his fiancée, and today he’s a morgue keeper!”

“Yes, he just talks nonsense, saying things like thirty years east of the Salenzo River, thirty years right of the Salenzo River!” another pub regular chimed in.

They were all farmers from the large village of Cordu, wearing short jackets of black, grey, or brown.

The black-haired Young man called Lumian propped himself up on the bar with both hands, slowly stood up, and said with a smile:

“You know, this isn’t a story I made up. They’re all written by my sister. She loves writing stories, and she’s even a columnist for something called the ‘Novel Weekly’.”

After speaking, he turned his body, spread his hands to the foreign customer, and smiled brightly:

“Looks like she writes really well.

“I’m sorry, I misled you.”

The ordinary-looking man in the brown tweed jacket did not get angry. He stood up as well and replied with a smile:

“A very interesting story.

“What’s your name?”

“Isn’t it common sense to introduce yourself before asking someone else’s name?” Lumian said with a smile.

The foreign customer nodded:

“My name is Ryan Coase.

“These two are my companions, Valentine and Leah.”

The latter sentence referred to a man and a woman sitting nearby.

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a bit of powder on his yellow hair. His not-so-large eyes were a shade deeper than lake blue. He wore a white waistcoat, a blue fine-wool jacket, and black trousers, clearly having dressed carefully before going out.

He had a rather indifferent expression and barely looked at the surrounding farmers and herders.

The woman looked younger than the two men. Her light grey hair was tied into a complex bun, and she wore a white veil as a hat.

Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and she looked at Lumian with unconcealed amusement, seemingly finding what had just happened merely interesting.

Under the illumination of the pub's gas wall lamp, this woman named Leah revealed a delicate nose and beautifully curved lips, certainly a beauty in a rural village like Cordu.

She wore a white, pleat-free cashmere tight dress, paired with an off-white short jacket and a pair of Maziel boots. Two small silver bells were tied to her veil and boots respectively. When she walked into the pub just now, they jingled all the way, attracting a lot of attention and making many men stare.

In their eyes, this was the kind of fashionable attire only found in big cities like the provincial capital Bigorre or the capital Trier.

Lumian nodded to the three foreigners:

“My name is Lumian Lee. You can just call me Lumian.”

“Lee?” Leah blurted out.

“What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with my surname?” Lumian asked curiously.

Ryan Coase explained for Leah:

“Your surname is terrifying. I almost couldn’t control my voice just now.”

Seeing the surrounding farmers and herdsmen looking puzzled, he further explained:

“Anyone who has dealt with sailors and sea merchants knows that there is a saying circulating on the Five Seas:

“‘Rather encounter those pirate generals and even kings than meet a man named Frank Lee.’

“That person’s surname is also Lee.”

“Is he very scary?” Lumian asked.

Ryan shook his head:

“I don’t know, but since there’s such a legend, he must be quite something.”

He stopped the topic and said to Lumian:

“Thank you for your story. It’s worth a drink. What would you like?”

“A glass of ‘Green Fairy’.” Lumian was not at all polite and sat back down.

Ryan Coase frowned slightly:

“‘Green Fairy’… Absinthe?

“I think I need to remind you that absinthe is harmful to the human body. This drink can potentially lead to mental derangement and cause hallucinations.”

“I didn’t expect Trier’s popular trends to have spread here already.” Leah added with a smile from the side.

Lumian said “Oh”:

“So people from Trier also like to drink ‘Green Fairy’…

“For us, life is already hard enough. There’s no need to care about a little extra harm. This drink can give our minds greater relaxation.”

“Alright.” Ryan sat back down, looked at the bartender, “One ‘Green Fairy’, and add a ‘Spicy Heart’ for me.”

“Spicy Heart” is a famous fruit brandy.

“Why not give me a ‘Green Fairy’ too? I was the one who told you the truth just now, and I can tell you everything about this kid!” The thin middle-aged man who first exposed Lumian’s daily storytelling shouted in dissatisfaction, “Outsider, I can tell you’re still doubtful about the truth of that story!”

“Pierre, you’ll do anything for a free drink!” Lumian retorted loudly.

Before Ryan could make a decision, Lumian added:

“Why can’t I tell it myself? That way I can have another ‘Green Fairy’?”

“Because they don’t know whether to believe what you say.” The middle-aged man named Pierre said with a smug smile, “Your sister’s favorite story to tell children is ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf’. People who always lie inevitably lose credibility.”

“Alright.” Lumian shrugged and watched as the bartender pushed a glass of pale green liquor in front of him.

Ryan looked at him, asking for his consent:

“Is that okay?”

“No problem, as long as your wallet is enough to pay for these drinks.” Lumian didn’t care at all.

“Then another ‘Green Fairy’.” Ryan nodded.

Pierre immediately beamed with smiles:

“Generous outsider, this kid is the most mischievous person in the village. You must stay away from him.

“Five years ago, he was brought back to the village by his sister Aurore and hasn’t left since. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen. How could he have worked as a morgue keeper at a hospital? Hmm, the closest hospital to us is in Daliege, down the mountain, a whole afternoon’s walk away.”

“Brought back to the village?” Leah asked keenly.

She tilted her head slightly, causing a jingling sound.

Pierre nodded:

“Then, he took Aurore’s surname ‘Lee’, and even the name ‘Lumian’ was given by Aurore.”

“I’ve forgotten what my original name was.” Lumian took a sip of absinthe and said with a grin.

He seemed not to feel any inferiority or shame about his past being revealed like this.

After an endless coma, Shi Yu suddenly got up from the bed. He wanted to read the latest chapter content, please download the Xingxing Reading app, no ads, free reading of the latest chapter content. The website has stopped updating the latest chapter content, and the Xingxing Reading novel app has updated the latest chapter content.

He breathed in the fresh air in large gulps, his chest heaving.

Confusion, incomprehension, all sorts of emotions surged into his heart.

Where is this?

Then, Shi Yu subconsciously observed his surroundings, and then became even more bewildered.

A single dormitory?

Even if he had been successfully rescued, he should be in a hospital room now.

And his body… how could there be no injuries at all.

With doubts, Shi Yu’s gaze quickly swept across the room, finally stopping on a mirror by the bed.

The mirror reflected his current appearance, about seventeen or eighteen years old, very handsome.

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His previous self was a handsome Young man in his twenties with an extraordinary demeanor, who had been working for some time.

But now, this appearance looked like that of a high school student no matter how he looked at it…

This change left Shi Yu in a daze for a long time.

Don’t tell him the surgery was a success…

His body and appearance had both changed. This was no longer a matter of surgery, but of immortal arts.

He had completely transformed into another person!

Could it be… that he had Transmigrated?

Besides the mirror by the bed, which was clearly in a bad feng shui position, Shi Yu also found three books nearby.

Shi Yu picked them up and saw the titles, which instantly left him silent.

《Essential Beast Rearing Handbook for Novice Breeders》

《Postpartum Care for Pet Beasts》

《Guide to Appraising Heterogeneous Beast-Eared Girls》

Shi Yu: ???

The first two book titles were normal, but what was going on with the last one?

“Cough.”

Shi Yu’s gaze sharpened, and he reached out his hand, but his arm quickly stiffened.

Just as he was about to open the third book to see what it was, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his brain, and a flood of memories surged forth like a tide.

Icefield City.

Pet Beast Breeding Base.

Intern Pet Beast Breeder.

Beast Master?