A dilapidated Taoist temple was located halfway up the beautiful mountain peak. A little boy of about eight or nine years old looked at the plaque on the beam of the Taoist temple's gate and sighed. The plaque had the word 'Zhenwu' written on it.
This child was none other than the Wudang Sect disciple, Ling Xu, who had fallen off the cliff and died. The reason why he appeared here in his child-like appearance was entirely because of that mysterious bead.
Ling Xu, who was in the ninth stage of the Houtian realm, had raised his cultivation base to the quasi-Xiantian realm by using the acupuncture technique with silver needles to fight against the Xiantian expert, Perfected Chong Ming. With the intention of dying, he forcefully executed the Xiantian martial art created by his ancestor, the 'Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God' to kill him. Perfected Chong Ming counterattacked before he died and sent him flying off the cliff. Just as his consciousness dissipated, the bead in his mind emitted a dark green light and sucked his consciousness into the inner space of the bead.
The bead carried Ling Xu's consciousness and flew into the sky. The dark green light resonated with the heaven and earth. A dark spatial crack appeared in the blue sky and closed again after the bead disappeared. It was as if nothing had happened. The bead carried Ling Xu's consciousness and wandered in the space. After an unknown period of time, Ling Xu's consciousness woke up and became a baby in swaddling clothes, lying at the door of this Taoist temple.
The pearl was called the Martial Spirit Pearl. When ancient warriors advanced to a higher realm, they used their blood essence as a guide to condense supreme energy. They needed the bloodline of later generations to activate it. The Martial Spirit Pearl was a passively activated magic treasure. It would only 'come alive' when the holder was in danger or when they cultivated to a certain realm.
There were only three people in the huge Taoist temple: Elder Priest Kong, Senior Sister Linglong, and Wuji (the name of the Spirit Void World). At first, Wuji thought that Senior Sister Ling Long had also been reborn as a human. After asking carefully, he found out that it was not the case. He could not help but feel regretful.
The dilapidated Taoist temple usually did not even have a single visitor. Without the supply of incense money, let alone repairing the Taoist temple, it was a problem for the three of them to live. Fortunately, there was more land on the mountain, and any land that was reclaimed was enough to feed the three of them. The back mountain was rich in natural resources. There were things that flew in the sky, ran on the ground, and swam in the water. Occasionally, they would come here to hunt some wild game to satisfy their cravings.
The Qi of Heaven and Earth in this world was extremely rich, many times more than on Earth. The ten-year-old Ling Xu, or Wuji, had already reached the fifth stage of the Houtian realm. In his previous life, he was definitely a monstrous existence. Compared to his previous life, he had reached it 15 years earlier. Wuji did not feel proud because of this. In his previous life, it was because of laziness that he lost his life. In this life, he did not dare to relax at all.
Taoist Master Kong was also the abbot of this Taoist temple. He was also a martial artist, and he taught some external cultivation methods. At first, he thought that Taoist Master Kong was hiding his skills and refused to teach real kung fu. One time, Wuji plucked up his courage and asked him about this matter. The result surprised him. According to Taoist Master Kong, he had lived for more than half of his life. He was a person who had seen the world after traveling to the south and north. He did not understand the internal strength and meridians he was talking about.
Wuji practiced external techniques with Taoist Kongdao during the day and practiced internal techniques in his bedroom at night. He practiced both internal and external techniques, complementing each other. His progress was naturally not slow. In the morning, he set off from the back of the mountain and ran ten kilometers. He swam to a small lake about fifty meters below the waterfall, cut wood, and swam back to the Taoist temple. He ran back and forth five times. If the firewood was wet, he had to start again. After eating breakfast, he rested for two hours and ran five more rounds according to the training mission in the morning.
In the afternoon, he carried a bucket of water of the same height from the river at the foot of the mountain. When he reached the steps at the foot of the mountain, he jumped back and forth five times to return to his sect. He had been wasting his energy every day. He was so tired that he could barely stand up straight. Only Senior Sister Linglong could keep him company. Otherwise, he would have cursed. At night, he would return to his bedroom and practice Internal Strength in a posture of five hearts facing the sky. Every time he circulated his True Qi, his physical strength and mental strength would recover a little. After exhausting his physical strength, the probability of opening his acupoints when his body was in a tired state would increase by a lot.
Today, Wuji was wearing a weight of the same weight to complete the task assigned by Old Master Kong. Old Master Kong was very satisfied with this disciple he picked up. The only dissatisfaction was that Wuji refused to call him master. Old Master Kong had a generous nature, so he let him do whatever he wanted.
"Wuji, come here," Elder Kong said.
Wuji, who was filling the water tank, came to his side and asked,"Teacher, what's the matter?"
"In another year, the World's Best Martial Arts Competition will be held once every five years. Wuji? Wuji?" Seeing Wuji in a daze, Old Taoist Kong shouted,
"Teacher, are you talking about the World's Number One Martial Arts Competition?”Wuji asked in a trembling voice,
"That's right! What's wrong?"
Teacher, do you know Turtle Hermit?" Wuji asked anxiously,
" I didn't expect you to know Turtle Hermit. That's right, although he's a little lecherous, he's extremely talented. Not only did he create a new school of martial arts, but he's also known as the God of Martial Arts."
Old Master Kong paused for a moment before continuing," That fellow and I are fellow disciples of the same sect. We've practiced martial arts together for ten years. If it wasn't for the fact that I was injured by that terrifying monster, my current achievements would definitely not be inferior to that fellow."
"Fellow disciples? A terrifying monster? Could it be that Elder Kong's master is…?"
"Teacher, who is your master?"”
" My teacher is a great person. He is the founder of the Qi faction, Lord Wu Taidou." When Old Master Kong talked about his teacher, he was very excited. It was obvious how much he admired his teacher.
The answer he got from Elder Kong was exactly the same as his guess. Wuji was stunned and muttered," Oh my god, am I dreaming? I actually came to the world of the anime Dragon Ball."
Ever since he found out that he had come to Dragon Ball World, he began to worry about his gains and losses. Wuji sat on the top of the mountain and looked at the scenery in front of him. His thoughts flew to somewhere else. In his previous life, when he watched anime, he imagined his situation in the anime world. Who would have thought that he would really come to this life? Moreover, it was Dragon Ball World where there were many strong people and experts.
Recalling the plot of the Dragon Ball, the more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt. In the middle of the plot, any random person who came to Earth could cause a huge riot. A slightly more powerful person could easily erase Earth from the universe, not to mention those famous villains in the plot.
Just thinking about it made his liver tremble. He had read quite a number of novels by his colleagues. When people transmigrated, they either transmigrated to become powerful Saiyan characters who easily abused their masters, or they obtained the cultivation techniques gifted by the transmigration god and became prosperous. They had three wives and four concubines, and their wealth was comparable to that of a country. Look at himself, who was all alone and a commoner.
Oh right, I still have the Warrior Spirit Pearl. That's a treasure condensed by an ancient martial arts expert. As long as I cultivate to a certain level, there will naturally be a continuation of my cultivation technique. In addition, I have foresight towards the plot of the Dragon Pearl. When I think of these, my Spirit Void became passionate. The dispirited expression on my face changed from the past to reignited my fighting spirit.
"I am the strongest. The Dragon Ball World will tremble under my feet!”。
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