Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Even if there really were immortals in the world, they wouldn't be as compassionate as the legends said. Otherwise, they wouldn't be suffering so much, and there would have been immortals coming to save them a long time ago.    

"Cough..."    

At this moment, the young man who was lying on the floor suddenly coughed.    

The little beggar's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but cry out, "Grandfather, grandfather, he's really alive!"    

"Young man, how do you feel?"    

The old beggar's face was filled with nervousness, and he hurriedly asked.    

"Hungry, hungry..."    

The youth opened his mouth with difficulty. He felt empty in his stomach, as if he hadn't eaten in years. His hunger had made him lose his mind. There was nothing left in his head except hunger.    

"Hungry, it's a good thing to be hungry. You can feel hungry..."    

The old beggar suddenly stopped talking. He looked at the dirty half of a cold potato in his hand and the half of a pancake in the little beggar's hand. He was confused.    

They hadn't eaten anything for two days. Today, it was easy for them to find something to eat from the garbage heap. They were about to fill their stomachs when they met the young man who appeared out of nowhere.    

"Grandpa, let him eat. Goudan is not hungry anymore after eating half of it..."    

The little beggar handed over half of the pancake in his hand and turned his head to say.    

Looking at the little beggar named Goudan, the old beggar's eyes became wet. He was touched that a child he picked up could be so kind.    

"Good, good job, Goudan."    

The old beggar put the pancake into the youth's mouth with tears in his eyes. The youth's consciousness was very blurry, and he didn't notice anything. He only realized that there was an extra pancake in his mouth and started to chew.    

After a while, the youth swallowed the pancake whole. He choked because he ate too quickly. If it wasn't for the old beggar feeding him a few mouthfuls of water, he would have choked to death.    

After that, the old beggar put half of the potato into the young man's stomach.    

It was only then that the young man's consciousness began to clear. He opened his bleary eyes and looked at the old man and the young man in front of him.    

"Success...."    

This young man was none other than Ye Feng. When he was in the inner area of the Ten Thousand Forest Mountain Range and was being watched by the elders of the Demon Race, he used the Golden Thread Spatial Shift regardless of the danger.    

The moment Ye Feng entered the space, there was nothing in front of him. He could hear the strange rhythm of the whistling wind, and his consciousness seemed to have stopped.    

In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng had traveled a thousand miles. He used all of his strength to activate the golden thread, allowing him to travel tens of thousands of miles.    

The process of traveling ten thousand miles was very short. It only took a moment, but Ye Feng felt it was very long. His body separated, and his soul dissipated. He moved through space like a gust of wind.    

Such a strange new feeling made him feel an indescribable excitement and fear, but his consciousness was already muddled at that time, and he couldn't react.    

After the spatial travel ended, Ye Feng felt his body and soul recover, and they gathered together once again. A great sense of emptiness swept over him. It was caused by the exhaustion of his strength and potential.    

A ten thousand mile long spatial travel had drained all of Ye Feng's blood and Qi. It had even exhausted his physical potential, causing him to faint on the spot.    

Only now did Ye Feng wake up and eat the pancakes and potatoes that the old and young beggars fed him. Only then did he regain some consciousness.    

"Young man, how do you feel?"    

The old beggar's face enlarged in his vision, and his eyes were filled with concern.    

"I'm fine now. Thank you, old man."    

Ye Feng said gratefully to the old beggar. He could see the embarrassment of the old man and the young man. They were the poorest of the poor. They couldn't eat enough every day, but they were willing to save his life. How kind they were!    

"Ah, it's fine... It's good that you're fine. It's good that you're fine."    

The old beggar nodded with a smile on his face. He was really happy for Ye Feng.    

Goudan, who was at the side, also had a pure smile on his face. He looked at Ye Feng with a trace of curiosity in his eyes. The person who appeared out of nowhere gave him endless thoughts.    

"My injuries are very serious now..."    

Ye Feng checked his own condition. His brows were especially heavy. Fine cracks had appeared on his bones, and all the meridians and blood vessels in his body were on the verge of collapse. Not a single drop of blood essence could be found in his dantian. Even his body was no longer able to produce any blood essence.    

He tried to move his body, but his entire body was sore and unbearable. Ye Feng could only get up with difficulty, and he felt that he had used up all his strength.    

"I can still move. My injuries aren't too serious."    

Ye Feng thought to himself. The injuries caused by shuttling through space were basically caused by overexertion of his body. There were no external injuries.    

Therefore, the injuries weren't too serious. As long as the blood and Qi recovered, the injuries to the body would naturally heal bit by bit.    

"I should be able to fully recover in three days."    

Ye Feng retracted his thoughts and happened to meet Goudan's curious eyes. He gave him a kind smile.    

"Big brother..."    

When Goudan saw that Ye Feng's smile was warm and his nervousness had dissipated a lot, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "You... Why did you suddenly appear?"    

"I don't know either."    

Ye Feng pretended to be puzzled and shook his head. He wouldn't reveal any information about the Golden Stairs, even if it was just the two beggars who lived at the bottom. It wasn't just to protect himself, but also to protect them.    

"I was cultivating at home when I suddenly lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was here."    

Ye Feng casually made up a lie.    

Goudan was a little disappointed when he didn't get an answer from Ye Feng, but he soon became excited again.    

"Big brother, you know how to cultivate? Are you a martial cultivator?"    

"Of course."    

Ye Feng replied with a smile.    

As soon as he said that, Goudan's eyes lit up. The old beggar beside him looked at Goudan with a complicated expression.    

"Big brother, can you teach me how to cultivate? I also want to become a martial cultivator."    

Goudan's eyes were filled with expectation.    

"Goudan, don't talk nonsense."    

Before Ye Feng could answer, the old beggar suddenly scolded him. Seeing that Goudan lowered his head in disappointment, the old beggar turned to look at Ye Feng with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, young man. Goudan is small and insensible."    

Looking at the old beggar's face, Ye Feng's heart couldn't help but tremble. In fact, it was easy for him to teach Goudan how to cultivate. It was just that he had yet to recover from his injuries, so it was difficult for him to move.    

Ye Feng could guess the reason why the old beggar scolded Goudan.    

Martial cultivators needed to spend a lot of money and treasures because they needed medicinal baths to cultivate and a lot of medicinal herbs. These herbs were very expensive.    

For ordinary people, cultivation was a difficult thing to do. Their money was only enough for their daily lives. If they wanted to buy all kinds of herbs to cultivate, their money was far from enough.    

That was the truth. Goudan was just a beggar. He couldn't even afford food, let alone medical materials.    

- [Mi Gu Reading]