Chapter 93: Side Story 3 – IF Line: Fu Wuxuan Transmigrates to the Cultivation World

Fu Wuxuan had fantasized countless times that one day the apocalypse would end.

But he never imagined that he wouldn’t wait for the apocalypse to end—instead, he first experienced transmigration, and he transmigrated to a cultivation world.

If this had happened before the apocalypse, he would have been thrilled and determined to make a big splash. But it just had to happen five years into the apocalypse.

In those years of battling the Weirds, his vitality and energy had been completely drained. No matter how novel these things were, he couldn’t muster any enthusiasm for them.

Right now, he just wanted to find a place to lie low.

But in a world where everyone cultivated immortality, survival was no easy feat. Without sufficient strength, he would be killed or exploited by others.

When he transmigrated, the Spirit Energy in his body had vanished without a trace. Left with no choice, he could only follow the tide of the era—cultivate immortality.

Through his silver tongue, he learned of the strongest and most righteous cultivation sect of the era—the Sword Pavilion.

He had always been a man of action. Once he decided, he didn’t overthink it. He slapped his thigh and got right to it!

His luck was indeed good. He arrived just in time for the Sword Pavilion’s disciple recruitment. After trekking mountains and rivers, he reached the foot of the Sword Pavilion and waited for the trials.

Having rolled through the apocalypse for years, he had picked up plenty of skills. He passed the sect’s assessment with ease. But when formal recruitment came, he was dumbfounded.

According to the Spirit Testing Stone, he wasn’t even Five Spiritual Roots—he had no Spiritual Root at all and was deemed a waste who couldn’t cultivate!

Fu Wuxuan reflected seriously and thought this was completely different from the novels.

Generally, transmigrators were at least cannon fodder if not protagonists, but whether protagonist or cannon fodder, they at least had a Spiritual Root, right?

In his script, he seemed to be an extra, a road-side NPC completely unrelated to cultivation.

He hadn’t even started cultivating halfway before collapsing midway. Now, he had only one choice…

Hug a thigh!

Giving up was impossible. He’d gone through so many trials—how could he quit halfway?

Besides, if he couldn’t cultivate, he didn’t dare imagine how he’d be bullied in the future.

After all, in the cultivation worldview, ordinary people were easily killed or used by cultivators, dying without knowing how. So he had to cultivate!

Hugging a thigh was a technical job. As a former thigh himself—always the one being hugged—this was his first time hugging someone else.

But he’d never eaten pork but had seen pigs run. Thinking of those people’s tactics, Fu Wuxuan began seriously selecting his thigh-hugging target.

Just then, a young cultivator in white robes passed by—elegant and handsome, looking very approachable. Fu Wuxuan slapped his thigh again and decided to go for it.

Without a word, he rushed in front of the white-robed cultivator and greeted him with a beaming smile. “This humble one is Fu Wuxuan. May I ask for your esteemed name?”

He mimicked the archaic speech from ancient costume dramas he’d watched before.

The white-robed cultivator was indeed a good person. He didn’t get angry or cold-faced at being blocked. He merely said flatly, “Yun Xueqing.”

No sooner had he spoken than two young disciples behind him grumbled discontentedly, “Who the hell are you, blocking our Senior Brother’s path!”

Fu Wuxuan’s eyes had been fixed on Yun Xueqing, so he only then noticed the group of people behind him. They all looked young—probably Sword Pavilion disciples.

Fu Wuxuan laughed. “Sword Pavilion disciples speak so crudely?”

The young disciple who snapped at him flushed red and fell silent.

Yun Xueqing smiled faintly. “No need to stoop to his level.”

But Fu Wuxuan wouldn’t let it go. Like a rogue, he pressed on. “His words wounded my tender young heart. He must compensate me for my mental distress. But he looks like a pauper who can’t afford it. As the saying goes, if the younger brother can’t pay, the older one must. I heard them call you Senior Brother, so you’ll cover this mental distress fee.”

The young disciple who spoke earlier turned red with anger, grinding his teeth. “You shameless bastard!”

Fu Wuxuan, now an old hand, had skin thicker than a city wall. He looked at Yun Xueqing with a grin, waiting for his response.

Yun Xueqing fell silent for a moment at the twisted logic. After a pause, he asked, “What do you need?”

He didn’t seem like someone after spirit stones—he must want something else.

Fu Wuxuan knew to slap and then offer a sweet date. After being aggressive, now it was time to act weak, lest he annoy them. Pitifully, he said, “Immortal Senior, to be honest, I’ve harbored soaring ambitions since childhood, vowing to cultivate immortality. That’s why I came for the Sword Pavilion recruitment.”

Yun Xueqing didn’t speak, listening as Fu Wuxuan continued. “After trials and tribulations, I finally passed the test. But alas, I have no Spiritual Root, so I’m resorting to these lowly tactics, begging Immortal Senior for mercy…”

The young disciple Fu Wuxuan had snapped at earlier felt bold again. “If you have no Spiritual Root, don’t waste everyone’s time. You lack the talent for cultivation.”

Yun Xueqing frowned at his words. “You’ve breached verbal discipline. Go to the Disciplinary Hall for punishment later.”

The young disciple felt truly wronged and whined pitifully, “Senior Brother…”

But Yun Xueqing ignored him.

Fu Wuxuan was startled inwardly. He thought this was an easygoing person, but he seemed a bit ruthless.

Had he chosen the wrong thigh?

Would his loose tongue get him killed?

He hesitated about fleeing when he heard Yun Xueqing say mildly, “Spiritual Roots are heaven’s gift and cannot be forced. But cultivation is defying heaven, seizing a sliver of opportunity from the heavens. There are methods for those without Spiritual Roots.”

Fu Wuxuan’s eyes lit up as he listened. Then Yun Xueqing said, “If you’ve passed the trial, go cultivate in the Outer Sect.”

Fu Wuxuan was ecstatic inside—I’ve met a true good Samaritan!—but on the surface, he feigned restraint. “Can I head straight to the Outer Sect now?”

Yun Xueqing nodded.

Fu Wuxuan looked at the immortal-like beauty before him and found him more pleasing the more he gazed. He blurted out what his heart felt. “If I go to the Outer Sect, will I still have a chance to see you?”

Yun Xueqing, who had been amenable, dodged now. “Cultivation should not create too many karmic ties.”

So, there probably wouldn’t be another meeting.

Seeing Fu Wuxuan’s pitiful expression, Yun Xueqing couldn’t help adding, “Fate will bring us together again if it’s meant to be.”

But Fu Wuxuan persisted. “Immortal Senior, you just said cultivation is defying heaven. We can’t just take what heaven gives—we must seize it ourselves.”

Yun Xueqing hesitated—he hadn’t said the latter half—but Fu Wuxuan grinned. “So, I want to seize the chance to see you more. Could you give me your contact info?”

Yun Xueqing understood. The guy was persistent, so in the end, he reluctantly gave him a Spirit Communication Jade Token. “If you have matters, you can find me.”

Yun Xueqing sincerely hoped he never had any matters.

Fu Wuxuan took the Jade Token with a grin, bid Yun Xueqing farewell, and entered the Outer Sect to cultivate.

Through inquiries, he learned that the beauty he’d met at the gate was the Sword Pavilion’s top disciple, the next sect leader in waiting—with boundless prospects.

His eye for thighs was spot on.

But even hugging a thigh, self-improvement was key.

Rumors said Yun Xueqing planned to take a disciple. Fu Wuxuan wanted to get closer—this disciple spot had to be his.

Half a year later was the Outer Sect Grand Competition. He had to win first place and catch Yun Xueqing’s eye!

As the saying went, when God closed a door, he opened a window.

Though Fu Wuxuan had no Spiritual Root, his enlightenment talent far surpassed his peers.

Through Body Forging, Fu Wuxuan could channel spiritual energy from his body into his spirit sword, releasing sword techniques.

Thus, no Spiritual Root was no big obstacle.

Half a year flew by. After diligent cultivation, Fu Wuxuan unsurprisingly crushed his opponents at the Outer Sect Grand Competition, claiming first place. That night, he happily dreamed of becoming Yun Xueqing’s Last Disciple.

But he dreamed this for days without any word from Yun Xueqing about taking him as a disciple.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He contacted him via the dusty Jade Token, feigning grievance as he whined, “Immortal Senior, is it because you despise my dull talent that you’re not taking me as your disciple?”

The person on the other end seemed to take a moment to remember him. “Fu Wuxuan?”

Fu Wuxuan instantly amped up the resentment. “I didn’t expect that after such a short time, Immortal Senior has already forgotten me.”

The person sighed softly, unable to bear the tone. “You performed outstandingly at the Outer Sect Grand Competition a few days ago.”

Fu Wuxuan caught the topic shift but wasn’t mad.

On the contrary, hearing Yun Xueqing’s praise made him beam inwardly, though he said, “No matter how outstanding, I’m still a rootless waste. Immortal Senior won’t take me as a disciple because of that.”

The next second, the Jade Token connection cut off.

Fu Wuxuan’s heart sank. “I’ve gone too far.”

Would Yun Xueqing be angry?

Should he apologize?

As he hesitated, Yun Xueqing appeared before him, pleasantly surprised.

Fu Wuxuan was thrilled inside but restrained on the surface. “Immortal Senior, you’ve come.”

“No need for ‘Immortal Senior’—we’re fellow sect members now.” Yun Xueqing sighed at him. “Some things are better explained in person… I have no plans to take disciples—not just you, but no one.”

Fu Wuxuan wasn’t surprised, inwardly confirming: Outer Sect gossip is all fake.

He grumbled inside but smiled brightly. “No disciples, fine. Seeing you—er, Immortal… you today is fortune enough.”

Yun Xueqing generally disliked forming bonds that increased karma, but he felt an odd closeness to Fu Wuxuan and couldn’t help saying, “Though I can’t take you as a disciple, if you have cultivation questions, contact me via the Jade Token.”

Hearing this, looking at Yun Xueqing’s gentle face, Fu Wuxuan suddenly wanted to hug him.

And he did.

Happily, he stepped forward, arms wide, hugging Yun Xueqing around the waist intimately. “Getting closer to you is wonderful!”

The delighted Fu Wuxuan was mercilessly slammed to the floor the next second.

From then on, Fu Wuxuan’s cultivation journey began.

(The End)