The Professional Talent of the Transmigrator, except for Zhuang Zhou’s Dream of the Butterfly which can autonomously recharge over ti, all others basically require Professional Experience to operate.
And previously, to open the Gate of Ten Thousand Realms and bring forth the Taiyuan Avatar to rescue the situation, he had already exhausted the Transmigrator’s Professional Experience, nearly leaving the Taiyuan Avatar with a one-way ticket, coming but not able to return.
Fortunately, at the end of the great battle, he executed the Darklight Ninth Technique, circulating sword and blade into a calamity, slaughtering most of the evil summoned by the Blood God Child. This not only quickly stabilized the situation in Tianbei City but also allowed his main self to gain a substantial amount of the Transmigrator’s Professional Experience.
This is as expected; the standing of the main world is extraordinary, this ti he also brought the avatar through transcending, ddling in the conflict between the Empire and the Evil God Sect. His performance was indeed brilliant, causing a significant impact, which completely aligns with the nature of the [Transmigrator], earning him a great deal of experience.
With this experience, not only was the Taiyuan Body able to return, but his main self could also utilize Divine Thought Transformation to embark on a new journey of Dream Butterfly while maintaining the Taiyuan Body.
With this decision, Shen Hex decided not to move elsewhere, but to sit at the edge of the pond, at the counter, and closed his eyes to ditate.
Instantly, Divine Thought Transformation, Zhuang Zhou’s Dream of the Butterfly.
...
"Ugh~!"
Darkness faded like a tide, consciousness gradually cleared, yet the vision still blurred, only the hazy ceiling and dim lights were visible, accompanied by sounds of crying and mourning music, seemingly organizing a funeral.
Whose funeral?
His funeral!
Shen Hex regained consciousness, attempting to rise, but his limbs were powerless, his body felt as heavy as a mountain, and even his eyelids couldn’t lift.
Opening his mouth to scream for help, only to feel his throat blocked, unable to produce a sound, not even air could flow in.
After a short while, his vision beca dizzy, increasingly dreamlike and blurry, everything turned distorted, giving a terrifyingly bizarre sensation.
What is happening?
Shen Hex didn’t understand, such a physical state even affected his thoughts, plunging them into confusion and incapability to think.
For an indefinite duration, everything eventually faded away, the sobbing and mourning music gradually disappeared, his heavy rigid body regained so strength.
"Huff!!!"
Shen Hex abruptly sat up, as if waking from a nightmare, seated on the bed, drenched in cold sweat.
But after all, it was he, quickly calming down, lifting his head and turning to observe surroundings, his vision was no longer that blurred. He could easily see himself in an antique-styled room, illuminated by bright candles but still silent, without any sounds including bird chirping or insect noise.
Shen Hex stood up and walked to the dressing table, facing a copper mirror, reflecting his current appearance.
In the copper mirror, a middle-aged figure appeared with a slightly pale complexion, beard in five wisps, resembling a tutor.
At this mont, mories and information surged like a tide.
This body nad Song Xiang, courtesy na Boyu, hailing from Dongping County of Jinyang Prefecture, possessing literary talent, once the top scorer of the county exam, earned the Scholar title, later attended the provincial exam, securing a position in the laureate list, achieving the Scholar rank.
Subsequently, he traveled to the capital for the imperial exam but failed, thus returned ho to study diligently aiming for the next chance.
Yet after three consecutive attempts without success, he paid heavily to fill a position as a County School Instructor.
Until one day, he suddenly felt unwell, lying sick at ho.
This is the complete information of Song Xiang.
In simple terms, he was a sowhat distinguished scholar, although possessing considerable talent, achieving the Scholar rank but consistently failing the tropolitan examination, his progress halted here with no further advancent, finally resorting to financial influence to secure a County School Instructor position, struggling to maintain his official career.
This struggle persisted for over a decade, eventually reaching middle age but unable to rise, one day feeling unwell, thus bedridden.
Then, he transmigrated here.
According to previous experiences of Zhuang Zhou’s Dream of the Butterfly, his ability to transcend here indicates this body has died or is on the verge of death.
Apparently, the illness was severe.
But what is happening now?
Because he transcended, thus recovered without dicine?
Shen Hex didn’t believe so, although his transmigration could bring a spark of vitality, allowing this transcended body to regain so energy, just like the freezing and starving little beggar in the first life, Li Taiyi who consud poison to end himself in the second life, and Old Zhong near the end of his lifespan in the third life, but that was it.
His transmigration’s spark of vitality could only restore so energy, but could not fundantally alter the situation, rendering one resurrected or spontaneously healed from serious illness, things remained as they were.
Yet now he seed not ill, let alone dying of illness.
What is going on?
As Shen Hex pondered this...
"Knock knock knock!"
A series of knocks sounded, Shen Hex turned his head outward, then stepped out of the bedroom to the courtyard to open the knocking courtyard door.
With the door open, a clerk dressed in black gown appeared, holding an invitation letter, greeted Shen Hex with a salute: "Mr. Song, the Lord of the Mansion invites you to attend the examination!"
"Lord of the Mansion?"
"Attend the examination?"
Shen Hex frowned, eyes showing surprise and doubt, face displaying confusion: "Attend what examination?"
The clerk smiled but kept it brief: "You’ll know once you attend, sir."
Having said that, he stepped aside to reveal a prepared white horse behind him.
Shen Hex furrowed his brows tightly, his mind in turmoil, but seeing the clerk’s expression, he knew this matter wasn’t easy to refuse, had no choice but to mount the white horse.
"Sit tight, sir!"
Only just mounted, not yet seated properly, did he hear the clerk speak, then pulled the reins to begin walking.
This walk revealed wonders, although the clerk’s steps were slow, and the white horse wasn’t galloping, the surrounding scenery flew by as though aboard a swiftly speeding train.
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