A Beautiful Life in Another Land (Chapters 1-12)

The Joy of a Beautiful Life in a Foreign Land (24001 words) Chapter 1: With the clatter of the keyboard, another deal was closed. Chen Xiang clenched his fist, feeling happy. He was 25 years old, with an average appearance. Without eight-pack abs, he couldn't be considered a handsome man, let alone a heartthrob. His only redeeming quality was his intelligence. After graduation, he didn't go to work for a company but chose to start his own business. He started an e-commerce business on a website. Perhaps it was his personal ability, or perhaps it was a stroke of luck. In any case, Chen Xiang's entrepreneurial journey didn't encounter the setbacks many of his predecessors had faced. He achieved small success. In the year or so since starting his business, he had earned approximately 150,000 Chinese Yuan. This figure naturally couldn't compare to those of companies and enterprises, but considering he started from scratch, he could be somewhat proud among his peers. Tomorrow was Valentine's Day, February 14th. After checking and sending out the goods that needed to be delivered once more, Chen Xiang couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Now it was time to prepare a Valentine's Day gift for his girlfriend. Of course, Chen Xiang had already prepared the gift; rather than preparing a gift, it was more like meticulously planning tomorrow's schedule. "Hey, my dear wife. When are you off work?" Chen Xiang dialed his girlfriend's number. "Hehe, honey, you miss me? I still have some work to finish, you know, all the female employees in the company are working overtime..." Chen Xiang was well aware that as Valentine's Day became increasingly popular, although it wasn't a traditional Chinese festival, in the minds of young people, its importance was almost comparable to the Spring Festival. Valentine's Day spending, driven by this, increased year after year. His girlfriend's company was a privately-owned startup, and most of the employees were young. Naturally, the company's big boss also valued this holiday. Tomorrow, not only would all the female employees have the day off, but the male employees, except those who stayed on duty, would also have a day off. As compensation for the company, they would all conscientiously work overtime today, so Chen Xiang didn't say anything more: "Then, honey, take your time with your work, and be careful on your way back."
Thinking of his girlfriend Shu Jie's lovely face, Chen Xiang felt very content. They had met by chance online. Before meeting Shu Jie, Chen Xiang never believed in online dating. How could there be beautiful women online? Beautiful women in real life are too busy dealing with countless suitors to have time to fool around online. That was Chen Xiang's thinking before. But life is truly amazing. Shu Jie is not only beautiful, but also 165cm tall with a classic oval face.
Her face and eyes were watery when she looked at people. Her skin was delicate and fair. What Chen Xiang was most satisfied with were her long, slender legs and her breasts, which were about a C-cup. Judging from appearance alone, if 10 points is a perfect score, Shu Jie would score 8. Moreover, besides her appearance, Shu Jie's personality also satisfied Chen Xiang. Unlike some beauties who act arrogant and aloof, Chen Xiang hated that kind of woman the most. If they were really capable, it would be fine to act arrogant. But she was clearly just a pretty face, unable to do even the smallest things properly, so what was she so arrogant about? Did her pussy have diamonds embedded in it? When the two first started chatting online, Shu Jie pretended to be a man. As they got to know each other better, she revealed her true identity. In Shu Jie's words, "Men on the internet are like wolves. They want to video chat as soon as they see a woman. It's so annoying." It wasn't that Chen Xiang wasn't lustful, but because he used to think there were no beautiful women online, he naturally acted very calmly. Unexpectedly, this attracted Shu Jie. Beautiful women have such strange minds: on the one hand, they are confident in their own beauty and figure, and on the other hand, they worry that the men they love only like their looks and figure. Sweet memories flooded his mind, and Chen Xiang smiled wryly. He made a few more order calls to make sure that the romantic dinner that night wouldn't be ruined. Only then did he leisurely turn on the TV, watching a boring soap opera while waiting for the delivery person to arrive. The pace of modern society is indeed fast. Chen Xiang didn't have to wait long before all the items were delivered. He checked them one by one, signed for them, and paid. After finishing all this, his girlfriend still hadn't come home. He looked at his watch, 5:30? Right, last year his girlfriend worked overtime and didn't come home until after 7 pm. Chen Xiang decided to take a quick shower and take a nap. To recharge his energy. Chapter Two Chen Xiang was half asleep when he suddenly felt something cool on his penis. He opened his eyes and found that his girlfriend had returned sometime earlier and was kneeling on the bed. His legs were spread at a 60-degree angle, and his penis was erect. His girlfriend's tongue licked the head of his penis, making light, circling motions. Her long, smooth black hair fell naturally. Chen Xiang liked girls with long hair. He reached out his left hand, gathered the loose hair in his hand, and then stroked his girlfriend's cheek with his index finger. "Wife. When did you get back?" "You lazy pig, a while ago. You were sleeping so soundly. I was working hard overtime, and you were sleeping in bed. That's so unfair! Humph!!" "Hehe," Chen Xiang laughed, "Then I should make it up to you." After saying that, he pushed his penis upwards. "Humph!! Dream on, so who's making it up to, you or me? You're the one who's enjoying it." Shu Jie said coquettishly, giving Chen Xiang a light punch with her small fist. Chen Xiang enjoyed this kind of flirting between lovers the most. He wasn't a novice; he didn't care for the simple mode of just getting hard and fucking, then ejaculating immediately. Foreplay, teasing, and interaction between the man and woman were the high-level mode of sex. He laughed again: "If you please your husband, he'll love you even more. In the end, all the benefits will fall on you." Shu Jie rolled her eyes at him: "You rascal, what benefits? Your reward is always semen, which you make him eat." After saying that, Shu Jie seemed to remember something amusing and laughed herself. She lowered her head and completely enveloped the man's glans, her tongue swirling in her mouth, sometimes around the upper part of the glans, sometimes around the lower part. Waves of tingling sensations rose up, and Chen Xiang couldn't help but "Ah..." Although he had enjoyed his girlfriend's oral service countless times, it hadn't dulled his senses; each pleasure came quickly. His penis quickly swelled up. Shu Jie enveloped the glans for a while, then released her mouth. She spat out the large penis, bent down, and slid her tongue over her boyfriend's testicles. She sucked each testicle into her mouth and slowly licked it. This feeling was different from licking the glans. Chen Xiang couldn't quite put his finger on the difference; it was as if his testicles were soaking in hot water. His girlfriend's warm mouth acted like a catalyst, arousing his testicles as if they were ready for battle! Shu Jie licked his testicles for a few minutes, then moved her pretty face towards them again. She opened her small mouth and enveloped the glans once more. The glans had already secreted a large amount of fluid, leaving a trail of erotic threads on Shu Jie's lips and tongue. "Take it deeper, baby!" Chen Xiang panted. "Yours is too big, I can't take it all!" His enormous penis seemed to confirm Shu Jie's words, standing erect like an angry dragon. Chen Xiang's endowment was indeed impressive, reaching 16cm when erect, the glans the size of a small egg. Its surface was covered with swirling veins. In Shu Jie's own words, "It's almost like the male actors in AVs." Half complaint, half coquettish. Shu Jie still diligently began to swallow her boyfriend's massive member. Watching his penis disappear little by little in his girlfriend's mouth, Chen Xiang felt an indescribable pleasure. Shu Jie could only swallow half of the penis before it reached her throat. She slowly moved her head up and down, using one hand to grasp the remaining half of her boyfriend's penis and began to suck and spit it out. Chen Xiang restrained the urge to lift his hips and thrust upwards. Once, because Shu Jie hadn't gripped the remaining half of the penis properly, Chen Xiang had accidentally injured her throat. From then on, Shu Jie was very careful. She knew that when her boyfriend was enjoying himself, he was as ferocious as a wild beast. Shu Jie sucked and spit, making "tsk tsk tsk" sounds. These sounds were so beautiful that, in Chen Xiang's ears, they were second only to the "slap slap slap" of a beautiful song. The numbing pleasure traveled through Shu Jie's waist, through her spine, and to the back of her head. He groaned and panted. "Great! Baby. Your little mouth is so tight, yes! That's it!" "Ah. Ah. Ah. Lick it hard with your tongue too!" Listening to her boyfriend's panting and groaning, Shu Jie slowly began to get aroused as well. She unhooked her bra, and a pair of beautiful C-cup breasts popped out. Her areolas were completely pink, and her nipples quickly hardened in the air. Shu Jie's breasts were disc-shaped, and as she knelt on the bed, their size was naturally stretched by gravity. From Chen Xiang's perspective, they appeared much larger than normal. The cleavage was deeply pressed together. Chen Xiang reached out and pinched his girlfriend's nipples, beginning to rub them. Soon, Shu Jie's face turned pink, and her eyes became watery. While sucking on her boyfriend's penis, she began to pant. "You bad boy, ah! Be gentle! My nipples feel so good." Shu Jie's sucking became faster, her smooth black hair brushing against Chen Xiang's thighs with her movements, like a girl's hand gently stroking his thigh. Layers of pleasure surged from his penis. Chen Xiang breathed heavily, and the force with which he kneaded her breasts gradually increased. Shu Jie's panting grew louder, "Ah! Husband! Ah! You bad boy! Squeeze my breasts harder!" Shu Jie writhed, her saliva soaking the entire length of his penis. She loved Chen Xiang, loved his penis, loved everything about him. She paused slightly, then said in a very lewd voice, "Honey, I want a reward!" These words were like a fire, instantly igniting Chen Xiang. He roared, "I'll give you the first reward." With that, he thrust his penis deep into his girlfriend's mouth. The penis immediately reached her throat, and Shu Jie coughed. Then she tightly locked his penis in her mouth, her hand, which had been holding half of his massive member, began to move up and down rapidly. Her cheeks hollowed out; she was clearly sucking hard. The pent-up pleasure exploded! Chen Xiang's testicles contracted, an electric sensation spreading throughout his body. Semen gushed out from his testicles, flowing through the vas deferens and the glans, spraying out at the urethral opening. They cheered and surged, slapping against the woman's throat. Driven by a powerful suction, they flowed down her esophagus and into her stomach. Shu Jie felt her boyfriend's penis throbbing in her mouth; countless experiences told her he was about to ejaculate. She increased the force of her sucking. His penis gushed forth, streams of semen hitting her throat. Before, she would feel nauseous, but not now. The strong, pungent smell of semen filled her mouth, and Shu Jie swallowed repeatedly. She loved the taste! She loved Chen Xiang's taste! She swallowed all of her boyfriend's semen, then carefully massaged his penis, squeezing out the remaining semen, licking it clean with her tongue. Then she spat out the now-softening penis: "Honey, let's eat. You promised me a romantic dinner! I ate all the dessert." Chen Xiang smiled: "Baby, there will be plenty of snacks for you to eat your fill today." Chapter 3, February 15th. The alarm clock rang, waking Chen Xiang. He instinctively reached out and touched the floor; his girlfriend was no longer in bed. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Valentine's Day had become their lovemaking day. Starting on the night of the 13th, Chen Xiang and Shu Jie had begun their most primal activities: sleeping when tired, having sex when awake, eating when hungry. In just over a day, Chen Xiang remembered having sex about six times. Shu Jie's face, vagina, and mouth were covered in semen at least once. By the end, Chen Xiang couldn't ejaculate anymore; it was all water. In this respect, men can't compare to women. Women, like prostitutes, can easily serve ten clients a day. No matter how strong a man is, it's difficult to sleep with ten women in one day. This is a natural limitation of physiological structure. Chen Xiang felt only backache and weakness in his limbs. He felt a little dizzy after getting up. He looked at the note his girlfriend had left on the table, telling him to eat breakfast and rest well. His girlfriend had already gone to work and wouldn't be home for lunch. Chen Xiang gave another wry smile. He finished the eggs and rice porridge his girlfriend had prepared. This was something Shu Jie had done to satisfy him.Unlike some women who are spoiled and delicate, he didn't expect his girlfriend to be a chef and cook at home. But they couldn't rely on restaurants forever, could they? They were considerate of each other, thinking of one another. For example, this morning, Chen Xiang was too tired to go out for breakfast, and his girlfriend thought of him and made him some. Putting aside the taste of the breakfast and the possibility that Chen Xiang might oversleep and miss it, the thoughtfulness alone touched Chen Xiang. This girlfriend was both elegant and domestic. He didn't know what good fortune he had to find such a wonderful woman. What more could he ask for? After a nap, feeling much better, Chen Xiang got up again. He ordered takeout. After lunch, he started working. This was one of the advantages of self-employed e-commerce—not too strict working hours. After all, he was working for himself and didn't need to clock in. There was a bit more freedom. He logged into a chat trading app and messaged his boss. Then he wrote, "Boss, are you there? Why has your necklace changed color? I just received it yesterday!" Chen Xiang doesn't only sell goods in e-commerce; he also uses this platform to buy some items himself. After all, online platforms do offer price advantages. He buys many daily necessities online. The necklace he's holding was bought online as a Valentine's Day gift for his girlfriend. It wasn't expensive, only around 400 yuan. It's a craft item made of synthetic gemstones. It's mostly small rhinestones, with a heart-shaped ruby at the bottom. His girlfriend was very happy when he gave it to her yesterday, and she wore it immediately. Then the two of them spent the whole day indulging in passionate lovemaking. That's where the problem arose. His girlfriend's face and chest were covered in Chen Xiang's semen, and the necklace also had a lot of it. As a result, the ruby started to change color in some areas! This infuriated Chen Xiang. Synthetic gemstones shouldn't be this bad! So many companies around the world use synthetic gemstones, and there's never been any news about semen corroding them! Semen isn't a corrosive liquid! He's a complete bastard. Chen Xiang felt completely cheated, but how could he communicate with the seller? He couldn't bring himself to say it changed color because it was stained with semen; it was too embarrassing. He could only try to communicate first. The seller quickly replied: "Changed color? That shouldn't be the case. We've sold over 400 of these this month. Send me a photo." Chen Xiang, being in e-commerce himself, was prepared. He sent several photos he had taken. After 5 or 6 minutes, the seller replied: "Did you drop the necklace in some liquid? Chemical concentrate?" Chen Xiang replied: "No, my home isn't a chemical plant, I don't have that kind of stuff. Boss, your necklace does have some quality issues. Let's return it. I'll pay for the return shipping, and I'm willing to pay some depreciation fees." Chen Xiang said this because he knew how difficult it was in this business. Some difficult customers would use the item for free for two days and then return it, and you still had to be polite. Otherwise, they'd leave a bad review. Of course, such customers were rare; most people were reasonable. The seller quickly replied, "Oh, it's alright, even if the deal falls through, we can still be friendly. Forget about the depreciation fee, just pay for the shipping. However, I must say, this is truly the first time this has happened. Please understand." Chen Xiang really wanted to say, "That's because you haven't been soaked in semen!" But he wouldn't actually say that. He just laughed it off and resolved the matter. Since he'd returned the item, he needed to buy another gift. This time, Chen Xiang went to a more reputable shop and bought a necklace. He was hesitant about rubies, so he opted for agate. The seller's name was "Radiant Pearls." "Don't worry, dear, all the jewelry in our shop is guaranteed for quality." "Okay, I trust you, ship it quickly!" Having settled the necklace issue, Chen Xiang needed to get back to his own business. He ran an outdoor equipment shop, also selling some small commodities. With the improvement of living standards in recent years, more and more people were choosing outdoor sports, leading to a surge in various enthusiasts and online groups. His success is inseparable from the overall economic environment. Chen Xiang's home is 120 square meters, bought by his parents, with three bedrooms and two living rooms. Besides the master bedroom, one bedroom is used as a workspace, and the other as a storage room. Initially, he was doing everything from home, and the storage room in one bedroom was sufficient. Now, earning over 100,000 yuan a year, the storage room is too small. Last month, he rented a new, less desirable shop as a warehouse. The monthly rent is 1,500 yuan. He was driving to the warehouse at this moment, in a Chang'an extended van, bought with his earnings. It cost over 30,000 yuan—a necessary investment that couldn't be avoided. Otherwise, many things would be inconvenient. Upon arriving at the warehouse, he greeted Old Wang, the warehouse keeper, and went inside to check the goods. Old Wang is a retired worker who, in his spare time, helps guard shops. This street is far from the main street, a side street within a side street, hence the cheaper rent. Old Wang not only guards Chen Xiang's warehouse but also two other shops. "Compressed biscuits, canned goods, can openers, single tents..." Chen Xiang checked the items in the warehouse while writing in his notebook. Verification and inspection were essential tasks, followed by the tedious work of moving boxes. After a while, he felt a bit tired. He absentmindedly took out the color-changing necklace and muttered to himself, "When I ship the goods later, I'll send you out with me." Then, Chen Xiang saw the most bizarre scene of his life: the ruby necklace on his hand emitted a multicolored light, and under this light, Chen Xiang's body, along with the remaining goods in the warehouse and the necklace itself, vanished without a trace. [To be continued] Chapter Four: This was a sparse forest. It was sparse because the trees averaged no more than 4 meters in height, and most of their leaves had fallen, leaving bare branches standing alone in the breeze. Winter sunlight could filter through the gaps in the branches, providing a meager amount of warmth to the low shrubs beneath. The bushes were still mostly green, albeit a withered green. Their needle-like leaves greatly reduced water loss, desperately clinging to life as winter approached. Soon, a series of crackling sounds broke the silence of the forest, revealing the figure of a human woman. A hemp rope was tied around her shoulder, one end of which was attached to a small wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow was very low, only about 30cm high, making it impossible for the woman to push; she could only pull it through the woods. The woman wore a coarse hemp garment, her hair tied in a simple bun, with a hairpin, clearly made of wood, piercing through it. The hairpin was needle-shaped, made entirely of twig, but remarkably straight and round, suggesting it had been worn for some time. Holding a short blade in one hand, the woman gathered dry twigs and leaves from the forest, loading them into the wheelbarrow. When she encountered difficult bushes, she would chop them with the blade. Before long, the woman's wheelbarrow was full, and a satisfied expression appeared on her face. After passing through a small patch of bushes, the woman screamed in terror, "Ah!!!!" She suddenly discovered a person lying on the ground. Her limbs went weak, and her heart pounded like thunder. "Run! Run!" she told herself, but her legs wouldn't move. After a while, she gradually calmed down. She gripped her short knife, hesitated, then picked up a small stone and threw it at the person. But the person didn't react. She then slowly walked forward, carefully examining the "corpse." The "corpse" was a young man with fair skin, wearing black clothing she had never seen before. She reached out and touched it; the fabric of the clothing was incredibly smooth and delicate, without any roughness. Her gaze moved upwards, "Ah!...!!" This was her second moment of terror; the man's nose was still emitting faint white breath. "A ghost? Still alive?" The woman hesitated again, then reached out and touched it once more.Afterwards, his girlfriend was very happy and immediately put it on. Then the two of them spent the whole day indulging in passionate lovemaking. That's where the problem arose. His girlfriend's face and chest were covered in Chen Xiang's semen, and the necklace also had a lot of it. As a result, the ruby started to change color in some areas! This infuriated Chen Xiang. Even synthetic gemstones shouldn't be this bad! So many companies worldwide use synthetic gemstones, and there's never been any news about semen corroding them! Semen isn't a corrosive liquid! This is outrageous. Chen Xiang felt completely cheated, but how could he communicate with the seller? Say it changed color because of the semen? Chen Xiang couldn't bring himself to say that; it was too embarrassing. He could only try to communicate. Soon, the seller replied: "Changed color? That shouldn't be the case. This style has sold over 400 pieces this month. Send me some photos." Chen Xiang himself was in e-commerce, so he was prepared. He sent over several photos he had taken. He waited 5 or 6 minutes. The seller replied, "Did you drop the necklace in some liquid? Chemical concentrate?" Chen Xiang replied, "No, my home isn't a chemical plant, I don't have that kind of stuff. Boss, your necklace does have some quality issues. Let's return it. I'll pay for the return shipping, and I'm willing to cover some depreciation costs." Chen Xiang said this because he knew how difficult it was in this business. Some difficult customers would use the item for free for two days and then return it, and you still had to be polite. Otherwise, they'd leave a bad review. Of course, such customers were rare; most people were reasonable. The seller quickly replied, "Sigh, it's okay, even if the deal falls through, we can still be friendly. Forget about the depreciation costs, just pay for the return shipping. However, I must say, this is the first time I've encountered this situation. Please understand." Chen Xiang really wanted to say, "That's because you haven't soaked it in semen!" But he wouldn't actually say that. He just laughed it off and resolved the matter. After returning the item, he needed to buy a gift. This time, Chen Xiang went to a more reputable shop and bought a necklace. He was afraid of rubies, so he switched to agate. The seller called it "Radiant Pearls." "Don't worry, dear, all the jewelry in our shop is guaranteed for quality." "Okay, I trust you, ship it as soon as possible!" Having settled the necklace issue, Chen Xiang needed to get back to his own business. He ran an outdoor equipment shop, also selling some small commodities. With the improvement of living standards in recent years, more and more people are choosing outdoor sports, and various enthusiasts and online groups have emerged in large numbers. His ability to make money is inseparable from this environment. Chen Xiang's home is 120 square meters, bought with money from his parents, a three-bedroom, two-living-room structure. Besides the master bedroom, the other two bedrooms are used as a workspace and a storage room, respectively. Initially, he was doing everything from home, and the storage room in one bedroom was enough. Now, he earns over 100,000 yuan a year, and the storage room is too small. Last month, he rented a secluded shop as a warehouse. The monthly rent is 1,500 yuan. At this moment, he was driving to the warehouse; the car was a Chang'an extended van, bought with his earnings. Over 30,000 yuan—this was a necessary investment; there was no way to cut corners. Otherwise, many things would be inconvenient. Upon arriving at the warehouse, Chen Xiang greeted Old Wang, the warehouse keeper, and went in alone to check the goods. Old Wang was a retired worker who, having nothing else to do, helped guard the shops. This street was far from the main street, a side street within a side street, hence the cheaper rent. Old Wang not only guarded Chen Xiang's warehouse but also two other shops. "Compressed biscuits, canned goods, can openers, single tents..." Chen Xiang checked the items in the warehouse while writing in his notebook. Verification and inspection were essential tasks, followed by the tedious work of moving boxes. After a while, he felt a bit tired. He absentmindedly took out the color-changing necklace and muttered to himself, "When I ship the goods later, I'll send you out with me." Then, Chen Xiang saw the most bizarre scene of his life: the ruby necklace on his hand emitted a multicolored light, and under this light, Chen Xiang's body, along with the remaining goods in the warehouse and the necklace itself, vanished without a trace. "To be continued" Chapter 4 This was a sparse forest. It was sparse because the trees averaged no more than 4 meters in height, and most of their leaves had fallen, leaving bare branches standing forlornly in the breeze. Winter sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, providing a meager amount of warmth to the low shrubs beneath. The shrubs remained mostly green, albeit withered; their needle-like leaves greatly reduced water loss, desperately clinging to life as winter approached. Soon, a crackling sound broke the forest's stillness, and the figure of a human woman appeared in the almost silent woods. A hemp rope was tied around her shoulder, one end of which was attached to a small wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow was very low, only about 30 centimeters high, making it impossible for the woman to push; she could only pull it through the forest. The woman wore a coarse hemp garment, and her hair was tied in a simple bun, with a hairpin, clearly made of wood, threaded through it. The hairpin was needle-shaped, made entirely of twig, but remarkably straight and round, indicating it had been worn for quite some time. The woman, holding a short blade, gathered dry twigs and leaves in the woods, loading them into her cart. When she encountered thickets that made passage difficult, she would chop them with the blade. Soon, her cart was full, and a satisfied expression appeared on her face. After passing through a small patch of bushes, "Ah!!!!" the woman screamed in terror. She suddenly discovered a person lying on the ground. Her limbs went weak, and her heart pounded like thunder. "Run, run!" she told herself, but her legs wouldn't move. After a while, she gradually calmed down. She gripped the short blade, hesitated, then picked up a small stone and threw it at the person. But the person didn't react. Only then did she slowly approach, carefully examining the "corpse." The "corpse" was a young man with fair skin, dressed in black clothing she had never seen before. She reached out and touched it; the fabric, she couldn't tell what it was made of, was incredibly smooth and delicate to the touch. It felt perfectly soft. Her gaze shifted upwards. "Ah!...!!" This was her second moment of terror; the man's nostrils were still emitting faint white breath. "A ghost? Still alive?" The woman hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched it again.Afterwards, his girlfriend was very happy and immediately put it on. Then the two of them spent the whole day indulging in passionate lovemaking. That's where the problem arose. His girlfriend's face and chest were covered in Chen Xiang's semen, and the necklace also had a lot of it. As a result, the ruby started to change color in some areas! This infuriated Chen Xiang. Even synthetic gemstones shouldn't be this bad! So many companies worldwide use synthetic gemstones, and there's never been any news about semen corroding them! Semen isn't a corrosive liquid! This is outrageous. Chen Xiang felt completely cheated, but how could he communicate with the seller? Say it changed color because of the semen? Chen Xiang couldn't bring himself to say that; it was too embarrassing. He could only try to communicate. Soon, the seller replied: "Changed color? That shouldn't be the case. This style has sold over 400 pieces this month. Send me some photos." Chen Xiang himself was in e-commerce, so he was prepared. He sent over several photos he had taken. He waited 5 or 6 minutes. The seller replied, "Did you drop the necklace in some liquid? Chemical concentrate?" Chen Xiang replied, "No, my home isn't a chemical plant, I don't have that kind of stuff. Boss, your necklace does have some quality issues. Let's return it. I'll pay for the return shipping, and I'm willing to cover some depreciation costs." Chen Xiang said this because he knew how difficult it was in this business. Some difficult customers would use the item for free for two days and then return it, and you still had to be polite. Otherwise, they'd leave a bad review. Of course, such customers were rare; most people were reasonable. The seller quickly replied, "Sigh, it's okay, even if the deal falls through, we can still be friendly. Forget about the depreciation costs, just pay for the return shipping. However, I must say, this is the first time I've encountered this situation. Please understand." Chen Xiang really wanted to say, "That's because you haven't soaked it in semen!" But he wouldn't actually say that. He just laughed it off and resolved the matter. After returning the item, he needed to buy a gift. This time, Chen Xiang went to a more reputable shop and bought a necklace. He was afraid of rubies, so he switched to agate. The seller called it "Radiant Pearls." "Don't worry, dear, all the jewelry in our shop is guaranteed for quality." "Okay, I trust you, ship it as soon as possible!" Having settled the necklace issue, Chen Xiang needed to get back to his own business. He ran an outdoor equipment shop, also selling some small commodities. With the improvement of living standards in recent years, more and more people are choosing outdoor sports, and various enthusiasts and online groups have emerged in large numbers. His ability to make money is inseparable from this environment. Chen Xiang's home is 120 square meters, bought with money from his parents, a three-bedroom, two-living-room structure. Besides the master bedroom, the other two bedrooms are used as a workspace and a storage room, respectively. Initially, he was doing everything from home, and the storage room in one bedroom was enough. Now, he earns over 100,000 yuan a year, and the storage room is too small. Last month, he rented a secluded shop as a warehouse. The monthly rent is 1,500 yuan. At this moment, he was driving to the warehouse; the car was a Chang'an extended van, bought with his earnings. Over 30,000 yuan—this was a necessary investment; there was no way to cut corners. Otherwise, many things would be inconvenient. Upon arriving at the warehouse, Chen Xiang greeted Old Wang, the warehouse keeper, and went in alone to check the goods. Old Wang was a retired worker who, having nothing else to do, helped guard the shops. This street was far from the main street, a side street within a side street, hence the cheaper rent. Old Wang not only guarded Chen Xiang's warehouse but also two other shops. "Compressed biscuits, canned goods, can openers, single tents..." Chen Xiang checked the items in the warehouse while writing in his notebook. Verification and inspection were essential tasks, followed by the tedious work of moving boxes. After a while, he felt a bit tired. He absentmindedly took out the color-changing necklace and muttered to himself, "When I ship the goods later, I'll send you out with me." Then, Chen Xiang saw the most bizarre scene of his life: the ruby necklace on his hand emitted a multicolored light, and under this light, Chen Xiang's body, along with the remaining goods in the warehouse and the necklace itself, vanished without a trace. "To be continued" Chapter 4 This was a sparse forest. It was sparse because the trees averaged no more than 4 meters in height, and most of their leaves had fallen, leaving bare branches standing forlornly in the breeze. Winter sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, providing a meager amount of warmth to the low shrubs beneath. The shrubs remained mostly green, albeit withered; their needle-like leaves greatly reduced water loss, desperately clinging to life as winter approached. Soon, a crackling sound broke the forest's stillness, and the figure of a human woman appeared in the almost silent woods. A hemp rope was tied around her shoulder, one end of which was attached to a small wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow was very low, only about 30 centimeters high, making it impossible for the woman to push; she could only pull it through the forest. The woman wore a coarse hemp garment, and her hair was tied in a simple bun, with a hairpin, clearly made of wood, threaded through it. The hairpin was needle-shaped, made entirely of twig, but remarkably straight and round, indicating it had been worn for quite some time. The woman, holding a short blade, gathered dry twigs and leaves in the woods, loading them into her cart. When she encountered thickets that made passage difficult, she would chop them with the blade. Soon, her cart was full, and a satisfied expression appeared on her face. After passing through a small patch of bushes, "Ah!!!!" the woman screamed in terror. She suddenly discovered a person lying on the ground. Her limbs went weak, and her heart pounded like thunder. "Run, run!" she told herself, but her legs wouldn't move. After a while, she gradually calmed down. She gripped the short blade, hesitated, then picked up a small stone and threw it at the person. But the person didn't react. Only then did she slowly approach, carefully examining the "corpse." The "corpse" was a young man with fair skin, dressed in black clothing she had never seen before. She reached out and touched it; the fabric, she couldn't tell what it was made of, was incredibly smooth and delicate to the touch. It felt perfectly soft. Her gaze shifted upwards. "Ah!...!!" This was her second moment of terror; the man's nostrils were still emitting faint white breath. "A ghost? Still alive?" The woman hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched it again.Money can't be saved. Otherwise, many things become inconvenient. Upon arriving at the warehouse, Chen Xiang greeted Old Wang, the warehouse keeper, and went in alone to check the goods. Old Wang was a retired worker who, having nothing else to do, helped guard the shops. This street was far from the main street, a side street within a side street, hence the cheaper rent. Old Wang not only guarded Chen Xiang's warehouse but also two other shops. "Compressed biscuits, canned goods, can openers, single tents..." Chen Xiang checked the items in the warehouse while writing in his notebook. Verification and inspection were essential tasks, followed by the tedious work of moving boxes. After a while, he felt a bit tired. He absentmindedly took out the color-changing necklace and muttered to himself, "When I ship the goods later, I'll send you out with me." Then, Chen Xiang saw the most bizarre scene of his life: the ruby necklace on his hand emitted a multicolored light, and under this light, Chen Xiang's body, along with the remaining goods in the warehouse and the necklace itself, vanished without a trace. "To be continued" Chapter 4 This was a sparse forest. It was sparse because the trees averaged no more than 4 meters in height, and most of their leaves had fallen, leaving bare branches standing forlornly in the breeze. Winter sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, providing a meager amount of warmth to the low shrubs beneath. The shrubs remained mostly green, albeit withered; their needle-like leaves greatly reduced water loss, desperately clinging to life as winter approached. Soon, a crackling sound broke the forest's stillness, and the figure of a human woman appeared in the almost silent woods. A hemp rope was tied around her shoulder, one end of which was attached to a small wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow was very low, only about 30 centimeters high, making it impossible for the woman to push; she could only pull it through the forest. The woman wore a coarse hemp garment, and her hair was tied in a simple bun, with a hairpin, clearly made of wood, threaded through it. The hairpin was needle-shaped, made entirely of twig, but remarkably straight and round, indicating it had been worn for quite some time. The woman, holding a short blade, gathered dry twigs and leaves in the woods, loading them into her cart. When she encountered thickets that made passage difficult, she would chop them with the blade. Soon, her cart was full, and a satisfied expression appeared on her face. After passing through a small patch of bushes, "Ah!!!!" the woman screamed in terror. She suddenly discovered a person lying on the ground. Her limbs went weak, and her heart pounded like thunder. "Run, run!" she told herself, but her legs wouldn't move. After a while, she gradually calmed down. She gripped the short blade, hesitated, then picked up a small stone and threw it at the person. But the person didn't react. Only then did she slowly approach, carefully examining the "corpse." The "corpse" was a young man with fair skin, dressed in black clothing she had never seen before. She reached out and touched it; the fabric, she couldn't tell what it was made of, was incredibly smooth and delicate to the touch. It felt perfectly soft. Her gaze shifted upwards. "Ah!...!!" This was her second moment of terror; the man's nostrils were still emitting faint white breath. "A ghost? Still alive?" The woman hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched it again.Money can't be saved. Otherwise, many things become inconvenient. Upon arriving at the warehouse, Chen Xiang greeted Old Wang, the warehouse keeper, and went in alone to check the goods. Old Wang was a retired worker who, having nothing else to do, helped guard the shops. This street was far from the main street, a side street within a side street, hence the cheaper rent. Old Wang not only guarded Chen Xiang's warehouse but also two other shops. "Compressed biscuits, canned goods, can openers, single tents..." Chen Xiang checked the items in the warehouse while writing in his notebook. Verification and inspection were essential tasks, followed by the tedious work of moving boxes. After a while, he felt a bit tired. He absentmindedly took out the color-changing necklace and muttered to himself, "When I ship the goods later, I'll send you out with me." Then, Chen Xiang saw the most bizarre scene of his life: the ruby necklace on his hand emitted a multicolored light, and under this light, Chen Xiang's body, along with the remaining goods in the warehouse and the necklace itself, vanished without a trace. "To be continued" Chapter 4 This was a sparse forest. It was sparse because the trees averaged no more than 4 meters in height, and most of their leaves had fallen, leaving bare branches standing forlornly in the breeze. Winter sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, providing a meager amount of warmth to the low shrubs beneath. The shrubs remained mostly green, albeit withered; their needle-like leaves greatly reduced water loss, desperately clinging to life as winter approached. Soon, a crackling sound broke the forest's stillness, and the figure of a human woman appeared in the almost silent woods. A hemp rope was tied around her shoulder, one end of which was attached to a small wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow was very low, only about 30 centimeters high, making it impossible for the woman to push; she could only pull it through the forest. The woman wore a coarse hemp garment, and her hair was tied in a simple bun, with a hairpin, clearly made of wood, threaded through it. The hairpin was needle-shaped, made entirely of twig, but remarkably straight and round, indicating it had been worn for quite some time. The woman, holding a short blade, gathered dry twigs and leaves in the woods, loading them into her cart. When she encountered thickets that made passage difficult, she would chop them with the blade. Soon, her cart was full, and a satisfied expression appeared on her face. After passing through a small patch of bushes, "Ah!!!!" the woman screamed in terror. She suddenly discovered a person lying on the ground. Her limbs went weak, and her heart pounded like thunder. "Run, run!" she told herself, but her legs wouldn't move. After a while, she gradually calmed down. She gripped the short blade, hesitated, then picked up a small stone and threw it at the person. But the person didn't react. Only then did she slowly approach, carefully examining the "corpse." The "corpse" was a young man with fair skin, dressed in black clothing she had never seen before. She reached out and touched it; the fabric, she couldn't tell what it was made of, was incredibly smooth and delicate to the touch. It felt perfectly soft. Her gaze shifted upwards. "Ah!...!!" This was her second moment of terror; the man's nostrils were still emitting faint white breath. "A ghost? Still alive?" The woman hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched it again.
The nose and lips of the "corpse." "My God, it's warm! He's still breathing!" Chen Xiang felt like he was flying in the sky, but he couldn't see the scenery on the ground or in the air. He didn't know how long he had been flying, just flying and flying. Then he "fell" from the sky. He felt cold one moment and hot the next, and his whole body ached. "Am I seriously ill?" he wondered, then someone fed him water. Chen Xiang drank a few sips and fell asleep again. When he woke up again, he opened his eyes. It was like a hangover, his head throbbing. But he could feel the strength in his limbs slowly returning. What kind of hospital room was this? It was dark! Was it nighttime? But even at night, there should be a light on in the room. And why was this pillow so hard? Chen Xiang turned his head, and what he saw made him completely stunned. He had seen this kind of wall before when he traveled. It was the most primitive kind of adobe wall in the old mountain areas, and you could still see dried straw inside. Not far from him was a table, or rather, a "tatami mat?" The table was very low. There seemed to be a few bowls on it? But why were they all a dark yellowish-black color? "What's going on?" Chen Xiang had too many questions; he couldn't figure out his situation. Where was he? He must have been unconscious. That's right! His phone! Chen Xiang suddenly remembered. He could check the date on his phone. He could still call 110, 120, and contact his girlfriend and parents. He fumbled around, thankfully, his phone was still in his pocket. He took it out and looked at the date: February 15th, 3 PM. Had he not been unconscious? Wasn't that when he went to the warehouse? The phone still displayed: "No signal!" He looked at it in surprise. How could there be no signal? Chen Xiang started dialing 110, 120, 119, 114—basically, every emergency number he could remember—but there was absolutely no response. Damn it! What happened?! Then he heard footsteps. Chen Xiang quickly put his phone back in his bag. At that moment, a woman came out from a side room. “%*!!**￥,” the woman uttered a string of words, none of which Chen Xiang understood. He stared blankly at her. The woman spoke a few more words, seemingly realizing he couldn't understand. She shook her head, took a bowl from the table, poured water from a jar, and handed it to him. Chen Xiang hesitated for a moment. “If you wanted to harm me, you would have done it already. There's no need to add anything to the water,” he said, adding, “Thank you,” and then drank from the bowl. The woman seemed pleased to see Chen Xiang drink the water. She came over and helped him up, muttering a few more words. Then she walked to the wall, picked up a container, and held it up between Chen Xiang's legs. “What are you doing?” Chen Xiang asked, not understanding what the woman meant. The woman smiled and made a gesture as if a man were taking off his pants to urinate. Chen Xiang couldn't believe it: “Does she want me to pee?” He quickly realized that was indeed what the woman meant, and he felt his bladder was throbbing. The woman waited a while longer before coming to help him, but she didn't know how to fix the zipper. Chen Xiang's penis was released. The woman held a container in one hand and grasped Chen Xiang's penis in the other, aiming it at the container. Chen Xiang was very excited; he had never enjoyed such treatment before! "Whatever, it's not like I forced her." Thinking this, Chen Xiang relaxed and began to urinate. The woman's eyes remained fixed on Chen Xiang's penis, her expression focused. After he finished urinating, she took out a "towel" made of some unknown material and wiped Chen Xiang clean. Then she took the container and left. Chen Xiang lay back on the bed, still feeling that the situation was strange. There was no cell phone signal, and the room had very little furniture. Besides his bed and the table, there was basically nothing else. There were some things hanging on the adobe wall, probably tools. Then he looked at the "quilt" he was using; it was made of very rough fabric. He could even hear a "squeaking" sound when he touched it. How did I get here? Chen Xiang began to rack his brains. He remembered going to the warehouse to check the goods and then moving them by himself. Later, he felt a little tired and prepared to rest. A flash of light streaked through Chen Xiang's mind, and he seemed to be holding a necklace—the ruby necklace! The thought seemed to unlock a secret within his brain. Chen Xiang seemed to have a brief dream, in which he returned to his warehouse. He picked up an outdoor jacket, looked at it, and put it down. He picked up a packet of instant noodles, and put it down again. Finally, he picked up a sausage, feeling a bit hungry. It was a large sausage weighing three ounces, perfect for a side dish. "#@%&" A woman's voice rang out, waking him from his dream. Chen Xiang smiled kindly at the woman, then his expression froze. A cold touch came from his hand; his right hand, which had been under the covers, was indeed holding a sausage! Chapter Five: Chen Xiang had been in this place for three days. He knew in his heart that the most likely scenario was the most clichéd time-travel plot. Otherwise, these strange phenomena couldn't be explained. Chen Xiang had good mental fortitude; his strength lay in his sharp mind. After the initial panic, he could quickly calm down and begin analyzing his surroundings. From this perspective, his initial entrepreneurial success wasn't just luck. Besides, he harbored a huge secret—the ruby necklace! Although the necklace wasn't on him, he could sense its presence. After several experiments, this thing—whether an alien product or a supernatural creation—had completely packaged and stored the goods in his warehouse. He could retrieve items from the warehouse space, but he couldn't put anything from the outside world inside. "Speak slowly. I don't understand!" Chen Xiang tried hard to communicate with the woman; this was a crucial way for him to understand the world. Fortunately, the language of this new world was similar in pronunciation to Cantonese in Chinese, likely a branch of the Heluo language system. If it were German or French, languages from different systems, Chen Xiang would have been completely lost. "Young master, why have you fallen into such a predicament? Would you like me to go out and inquire about your servants?" The woman was called Weaver Girl, the same name as the heroine in a fairy tale Chen Xiang had heard as a child. This name wasn't surprising; the woman usually wove hemp and kudzu cloth. From the time she acquired her skills, the neighbors had called her that. The Weaver Girl treated Chen Xiang with great respect, serving him with exceptional attentiveness. For the past few days, Chen Xiang had been waited on hand and foot. Except for going out to relieve himself, the Weaver Girl even served him when he urinated. Faced with the Weaver Girl's question, Chen Xiang gave a wry smile, shook his head, and said, "No need, I have no servants."
The Weaver Girl was only slightly puzzled, but dared not ask further. She knew Chen Xiang must come from a wealthy family. His skin was more delicate than many women's, his hands and feet were without a single scar or callus. His teeth were snow-white. Moreover, his clothes were exquisitely crafted, with fine stitches; she wondered what kind of skilled craftsman could have made them. Such appearance and demeanor suggested he had grown up in luxury. Therefore, she served him with utmost care. Since the nobleman didn't want to say more, she dared not ask further. "Weaver Girl, you said you're a widow?" Hearing this question, Weaver Girl's face fell, her eyes reddening. "I'm a jinx! My husband married me, but he died of a serious illness after only three months. He didn't leave me with a son or daughter." Perhaps remembering something, her voice choked with sobs. She whispered, "Young master, I'm afraid I'll be a burden to you living here. What should I do?" Chen Xiang was speechless. He knew Weaver Girl had misunderstood. What nobleman? He was just an ordinary person. Even if he explained, Weaver Girl wouldn't believe him. He could only say, "I am a nobleman. How could your little fate possibly be a burden to me? Don't overthink it." Weaver Girl agreed, and slowly stopped sobbing. Chen Xiang felt the atmosphere was awkward and quickly changed the subject: "Weaver Girl, do you have any relatives or friends?"
"I'm not from this village; I married into this village from the front mountain. After my husband died, the villagers were still friendly and didn't harm me. However, we didn't have much contact, except for Brother Wang from the east, with whom I occasionally met." Chen Xiang teased, "Did Brother Wang have a crush on you?" Weaver Girl blushed slightly: "No, my husband and Brother Wang were friends. Brother Wang is already married with a son and a daughter. He occasionally has his wife bring him some of his hunted game, to avoid suspicion." Chen Xiang asked curiously, "Is Brother Wang a hunter?" Weaver Girl replied, "Yes, Brother Wang is a skilled hunter in this village, famous throughout the front mountain." Chen Xiang's interest was piqued. He worked in the outdoor equipment industry and longed to be a hunter. But in his time, there were hardly any hunters; most were just shooting at fixed targets in amusement parks. After staying in the house for three days, he felt much better. Staying in bed all the time isn't a good idea, so we might as well take this opportunity to go out for a walk. "If it's convenient, let's go see Brother Wang. He's helped you a lot, hasn't he? We should pay him a visit."
"But what about your health, young master?" "Don't worry, I'm fine now." Seeing Chen Xiang's resolute attitude, the Weaver Girl could only nod in agreement. The two tidied up, and Chen Xiang went to the spatial storage to get four packs of instant noodles. He unpacked and threw away the packaging, keeping only the noodles and seasoning, and then had the Weaver Girl put them in a basket, which was then wrapped in burlap. The Weaver Girl didn't know where these things came from, but she didn't ask a single question. Following Chen Xiang's instructions, she helped him out. It was already a bit cold outside, around a few degrees Celsius. This was a small village built in a mountain valley. It was sparsely populated; the Weaver Girl said there were only about 20 households, all living in mud-brick or thatched houses. Scattered across the land, there were signs of artificial leveling. Chen Xiang didn't see any livestock along the way. He followed the Weaver Girl over a small mound and saw Brother Wang's house. As the two approached the house, they were surprised to hear intermittent groans coming from inside! The Weaver Girl was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red. Chen Xiang was also stunned for a moment, then he immediately understood. A mischievous thought arose in his mind. He covered Zhi Nu's mouth and quietly led her to the window, peeking inside. Although it was daytime, the light inside was still not very good. He could only see a very muscular man moving about, and a woman kneeling on the bed, her buttocks raised high, being thrust back and forth by the man. Each thrust produced a "woo-woo-woo" sound. Chen Xiang felt Zhi Nu's body begin to weaken in his arms, and he smiled silently. His hand slid down the woman's waist, pinching her buttocks. Zhi Nu trembled, her body becoming even weaker. Chen Xiang then quietly led Zhi Nu away, looking at the scenery outside. After waiting for about ten minutes, he gave Zhi Nu a wink. Zhi Nu understood and called out from outside, "Brother Wang, are you home? I am Zhi Nu." Chapter Six: Chen Xiang was already sitting in Brother Wang's room, with Brother Wang sitting alone beside him. Both the Weaver Girl and Wang Shi entered the side room. It was clear that Brother Wang looked at Chen Xiang with respect, his movements cautious. Chen Xiang, probably misunderstanding, didn't bother to explain further. He carefully observed the hunter of this world. Brother Wang wasn't particularly tall, but his muscles were taut, exuding power. His face was weathered, his skin dark, his hands large and sinewy, with many cracks. His clothes and trousers were made from half-skinned animal hides sewn together. Compared to him, Chen Xiang was truly a "pretty boy." "Brother Wang, I wonder how many years you've been hunting? Are there any ferocious creatures around here?" "I dare not accept such a title from you, young master. Everyone in the neighborhood calls me Wang Zhang (Deer). There are no tigers or bears or other ferocious creatures in the surrounding mountains, just many deer. If there's any danger, it's the wolves." Chen Xiang nodded, looking around. The house was much larger than the Weaver Girl's, and some animal legs hung on the walls. Following Chen Xiang's gaze, Hunter Wang began to explain, "This is a roe deer leg. We keep some to eat during the winter, and most of it is sold at the market." "Young master, look, that's a wolf's head. This wolf was a lone wolf, very ferocious. It took three hunters working together to kill it." Chen Xiang then inquired about the market; Hunter Wang's experience was clearly far superior to Weaver's. This conversation was very fruitful for Chen Xiang, giving him a clearer understanding of the world. Seeing that it was getting late, he decided not to disturb Hunter Wang any longer. He called Weaver, and the two leisurely went home. Back home, they ate dinner and then boiled water. Due to limited resources, they couldn't take a shower. Chen Xiang could only boil water for a simple bath. He took out soap, a towel, and a toothbrush, and gave Weaver a set. Weaver was very curious about these things, and Chen Xiang taught her how to use them. The fragrant toothpaste and the clean white plastic cup made Weaver love them. She carefully put away the toothbrush and cup. She picked up the towel Chen Xiang had given her: "Young master, what kind of fabric is this made of? It's neither silk nor linen. It's incredibly soft." Chen Xiang didn't know what modern towels were made of either. There was a label on the towel, but the Weaver Girl couldn't read, and he didn't want to waste his breath, so he casually said, "I don't know either. Help me wash." He was becoming increasingly decadent and depraved. Even bathing required a woman to serve him. The Weaver Girl blushed as she poured the boiled water into different containers, then added cold water. There was plenty of firewood, and the fire burned brightly in the room. Chen Xiang, completely naked, didn't feel cold. The Weaver Girl took the towel and soap and carefully applied them to Chen Xiang's penis. Then she rinsed it clean. "Young master..." The Weaver Girl looked at Chen Xiang's penis and tremblingly applied soap to it. Under the woman's care, Chen Xiang's penis began to awaken and become erect. Although the Weaver Girl was shy, she was, after all, a married woman. She was no stranger to a man's penis, and she cleaned it very carefully. Chen Xiang suppressed his desire; he wasn't in a hurry. After showering, he took out a modern thermal quilt, put cotton wool underneath, and made the bed. Although the bed was still hard, it felt much better. By the time the Weaver Girl finished washing herself, Chen Xiang couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled the woman over and pressed her onto the bed. Chen Xiang wasn't usually a lustful person, but being inexplicably stranded in this world, filled with uncertainty about the future, and not knowing if he could ever return to Earth, to his girlfriend, or to his parents, all these things made him eager to vent. The Weaver Girl's appearance was only average, barely passing, a 60 out of 100. She was far less attractive than his girlfriend, Shu Jie. If it were Chen Xiang on Earth, he wouldn't have even considered her. But here, he had no choice; the Weaver Girl smelled wonderful after washing. As a "married woman," she was quite alluring. He immediately began kneading her breasts, flicking her nipples with his fingers, pinching them, twisting and gently shaking them. The Weaver Girl had never experienced anything like this before. Her husband was a complete scoundrel who only knew how to fuck when he got an erection and then go to sleep. He knew nothing else. Played with by Chen Xiang's devilish hands, she was quickly aroused, moaning, "Young master, young master. I am but a humble woman, how fortunate I am to serve you... Ah...!!!!"
This time, Chen Xiang's fingers touched the entrance of the Weaver Girl's vagina. It was already wet. He smiled, "You're already soaking wet before I've even done much. Your body is so sensitive." The Weaver Girl's face flushed red, "Young master, I'm not a casual person. It's just..." Chen Xiang smiled and covered the Weaver Girl's mouth, "No need to explain... Can you play the flute?" The Weaver Girl shook her head, "Is it a musical instrument? I don't know how..." "Haha, so innocent. You just lick a man's penis with your mouth, never done that before?" The Weaver Girl was surprised, "I've never done that before. Can sex be like this?" Chen Xiang's interest was piqued. This foreign wife seemed quite inexperienced. "Come, I'll teach you. Use your tongue and mouth to lick a man, never your teeth." The Weaver Girl blushed and lowered her head. She knelt between the man's legs, awkwardly beginning her first experience of playing the flute. Following Chen Xiang's instructions, she licked the penis little by little with her tongue, then tried to slowly take it in. The Weaver Girl had absolutely no skill, and frankly, it wasn't very comfortable; occasionally, her teeth would even touch the penis. Watching the exotic woman perform oral sex on him so diligently, Chen Xiang felt a surge of desire to conquer her. Even though he had transmigrated, he could still conquer women. Yes, why not? Perhaps he could never go back. Then he would leave his bloodline in this new world! Chen Xiang suddenly understood something, and he felt a heavy weight lifted from his heart. Now was the time to enjoy life. He grabbed the Weaver Girl's hair and thrust in hard a few more times. He gestured for her to kneel down; what could better embody a man's sense of conquest than doggy style? The Weaver Girl's buttocks arched, revealing a lot of pubic hair. Her entire vulva was wet. Chen Xiang laughed and cursed, "You're really slutty. They say women with lots of hair are slutty, and it seems that's not just talk." He didn't bother with any tenderness, thrusting his erect penis straight into her vulva, all the way in! "Ah…!" The Weaver Girl cried out, the penetration filling her completely. Her husband's penis was also very large, not inferior to Chen Xiang's. But after all, she hadn't been with a man for about a year. This full penetration was incredibly pleasurable. Besides, in her mind, Chen Xiang was a pampered young master. Just like modern men enjoy having sex with celebrities, the difference in status creates a different sense of connection. The Weaver Girl trembled, her vagina contracting, wrapping around Chen Xiang's penis layer by layer. The combined psychological and physiological factors caused her to climax instantly. The Weaver Girl made "woo woo woo" sounds, like crying, or perhaps screaming. Chen Xiang felt his penis enveloped by the warm cavity, which contracted and squeezed incessantly, releasing streams of erotic fluid. "Damn, she's so horny. She climaxed so quickly!" Chen Xiang was surprised. It seemed he was lucky; with a little training, this married woman would be enough to warm his bed. He adjusted slightly, then slowly pulled his penis out, letting the glans touch the entrance again. He thrust in again, fully penetrating. The Weaver Girl screamed "Ah…!!" once more. She trembled and said, "Young master, please have mercy on me. I can't take it." Chen Xiang laughed, "You're just enjoying it too much." He ignored the Weaver Girl's moans and began to thrust his penis in and out, each time hitting deep into her vagina. This kind of action naturally brought waves of pleasure, but it also required a lot of stamina from the man. Most men would ejaculate after only a few dozen thrusts. That's why it's always "nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one." "Young master, oh no, you're ruining me, you're ruining me...!" "I'm going to fuck you to death!" "I'm going to die!!! It's so sore!!!!" "Do you know what the sore and numb spot is called? That's a woman's clitoris! Only a long enough penis can reach there!!" Chen Xiang continued to fuck her while simultaneously instructing her. Many modern terms were not used here, so to add to the spice, he had to teach her while fucking her. The Weaver Girl was numb all over from the continuous, intense fucking. She couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "Your heart is broken!"... The second climax came!! Chapter Seven: Chen Xiang took out paper and pen and was recording details in his notebook: First: The Productivity Environment of the New World. Through the Weaver Girl and the Hunter King, it is known that the productivity of this world is extremely underdeveloped; for example, the use of iron tools has only just begun. The information is based on the fact that the Hunter King's grandfather used bronze daggers, and it was only with the Hunter King that iron weapons began to be used, limited to short blades. It is personally speculated that the large-scale use of iron tools has only been around for a few decades. Second: The Political Structure of the New World. Currently, information is very scarce. It can only be roughly inferred that it is similar to the Western aristocracy, or the feudal system of the Zhou Dynasty in the Chinese world. It is known that the country (fiefdom?) to which the Weaver Girl and the Hunter King belong is called "Gao," and the political system basically does not reach the countryside. If there is corvée labor, it is entirely borne by the three villages of Qianshan Village, Houshan Village, and Lanshui Village. Normally, the mountain villages are very relaxed and have no fixed obligations. It's speculated that this isn't ancient China (?? Completely unconfirmed??). Third: Potential Threat ① – As an Earthling, one's behavior, actions, speech, and mannerisms differ significantly from those of the New World. If possible, one should try to imitate the natives' behavior. If possible, hire "enlightenment teachers" or "etiquette instructors" to avoid violating the taboos of the New World. For example, in ancient China, seating arrangements alone distinguished social status; sitting in the wrong place could lead to death. Fourth: Potential Threat ② – Items in the warehouse should not be moved unless absolutely necessary. First, there's a quantity limit; the warehouse's storage capacity is limited, and the water, food, and clothing might be crucial for survival in critical moments, and cannot be replenished, so conservation is necessary. Second, these are all modernly produced items; given the world's productivity, what one considers ordinary or commonplace is highly likely (based on the Weaver Girl's behavior) to be considered treasures by the natives. The saying goes, "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime." Fifth: Next steps and countermeasures… Chen Xiang believes in planning, steps, and regulations. His entrepreneurial journey followed the same approach: first, market research, market analysis, project analysis, and personal analysis. He meticulously analyzed the strengths and weaknesses. Although everyone's life experience and knowledge level differ, these plans and analyses will yield different results, even contradictory conclusions, but regardless, this process is far more prudent than acting on a whim. As Sun Tzu said, "He who calculates much wins; he who calculates little loses; how much less will he lose if he calculates nothing?" After writing two full notebooks of analyses, Chen Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He already knew from Wang the Hunter that the writing system in this world differed greatly from simplified Chinese characters. Although it was also square-shaped, its appearance was likely more similar to oracle bone script. Therefore, he didn't need to worry about others deciphering the contents of his notes. The side effect was that when the Weaver Girl saw him writing, her gaze was no longer one of respect, but rather one of awe and reverence. She probably thought that anyone who could write was a remarkable and important figure. Chen Xiang was initially a little puzzled, but then he remembered that back in Europe on Earth, a large number of nobles were utterly illiterate. Although they were considered "higher-ups," they could only speak, unable to even write a short love letter and needing someone else to write it for them. Seeing the Weaver Girl's behavior, he understood. "Young master, please have your meal!" Time flew by, and before Chen Xiang knew it, the morning had passed. It seemed that people in this world only ate two meals a day, one around 10 am and the other around 5 pm. At least, that was how the Weaver Girl had arranged things for him these past few days. This was unbearable for Chen Xiang, who was used to three meals a day. "Weaver Girl, come and eat too!" "Young master, I dare not..." "You eat with me, and you don't listen to my orders?!" Women couldn't eat at the same table as men; they had to wait until the men finished eating before they could eat alone in the side hall or kitchen (this custom still exists in some remote mountainous areas of this country). Chen Xiang didn't care about any of that. If they were outside with other people, he would naturally abide by the rules of this world; otherwise, he would be going against society. He wasn't crazy, and this wasn't how he sought death. However, since it was just him and Weaver Girl in the room, they decided to stick to Earth customs and eat together to make it more lively. Despite being repeatedly "trained" by Chen Xiang, Weaver Girl still seemed quite uncomfortable. She carefully knelt down to Chen Xiang's left and slowly began to chew. The meal was still a thick porridge made from a mixture of wild vegetables and millet. Chen Xiang hadn't prepared anything special for himself; he ate the same thing as Weaver Girl. Perhaps it was because of the pure, natural, and pollution-free food? In any case, Chen Xiang didn't find this thick porridge unpalatable, and the common wild vegetables in this world were quite unique; they naturally had a salty taste, which was equivalent to natural salt. The two quickly finished their lunch. Weaver Girl had a hesitant expression, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. "Speak, what's wrong?" Chen Xiang asked curiously, "...Young Master, the market is in a couple of days, and we're running low on food. I'll have Brother Wang take some cloth to sell and then exchange it for some grain." Chen Xiang suddenly realized how much a woman could normally eat. She had suddenly appeared, adding a man to the household, and now they were eating three meals a day. She estimated that these seven days had used up most of her monthly food reserves. "It was my oversight. I plan to go to the market with Hunter Wang and sell some small items as well."
"Please forgive me, young master! I meant no harm!" The Weaver Girl's face turned pale with fright, and she knelt on the ground. Her heart was filled with panic—wouldn't saying this make the young master misunderstand? Chen Xiang was truly exasperated, managing to coax and scare the Weaver Girl into believing he wasn't angry. He had originally planned to go to the market, firstly to better understand the world and gather intelligence, and secondly, he did need to sell some small items. Although money wasn't everything, it was indispensable. Chapter Eight: "It really is a rudimentary market." Chen Xiang looked at the market before him, somewhat disappointed despite being mentally prepared. The entire market had fewer than 100 people, and there weren't even any stalls. Everyone simply laid out their goods on the ground, which was neither stone slabs nor bricks, just pure dirt. It was a hilly area surrounded by mountains on three sides, with a relatively flat surface. It was called San'ao Market, the trading center for several villages. For example, Lanshui Village, being near the river, had a large number of farmers who were primarily grain sellers. People like Hunter Wang and Weaver Girl relied on their handicraft skills to earn a living. Chen Xiang let Hunter Wang trade freely, while he himself casually strolled around the market, occasionally asking about prices and chatting with people to try and extract information. Today, Chen Xiang specially wore the hemp clothes Weaver Girl had made for him, along with straw sandals. Dressed entirely in traditional attire, he even rubbed his face and hands with ash, trying his best to avoid attracting attention. After wandering around for a while, he couldn't help but shake his head, thinking, "It seems no one here can afford my things. Exchanging them for grain would be too much of a loss!" Just as Chen Xiang was pondering this, two young men arrived from the direction of Lanshui Village. Although they were also wearing hemp clothes, they looked much neater, with their hair tied in a bun and secured with hemp rope. Unlike the villagers in the market, whose hair varied in length and style, the two men arrived at the market, also looked around, their faces full of disappointment. Upon seeing Chen Xiang, one of them paused for a moment, then stepped forward: "Hey villager, do you have anything to sell?" It wasn't that these two possessed mind-reading abilities, but Chen Xiang, despite his disguise, still exuded the air of a modern person with over a decade of education. Saying he stood out from the crowd was an exaggeration, but a closer look revealed his difference. Chen Xiang was also taken aback: "How did you know I had something to sell?" The man smiled: "People who come to this market are either selling or buying. Everyone has needs. I noticed you were a bit different, so I came to ask." Chen Xiang sized them up. Both were probably in their early twenties, one taller than the other, each carrying a short sword on their right side, giving them an overall air of heroism. Chen Xiang also sensed that these two were different from ordinary villagers. After a moment's thought, Chen Xiang thought, "They should have some purchasing power, right? I just don't know who they are. I'm carrying the cheapest items, and in broad daylight at the market, they probably won't kill or rob me, or force me to buy and sell!" Chen Xiang wanted to sell his goods for money because he knew that Lanshui Village had a boat that could take him out of the village, and the closest place to Lanshui Village was called "Fangyi." "Yi" was an administrative unit in this world; the smallest fiefdom was called a "small Yi," and the largest fiefdom was called a "large Yi." A "higher-ranking person" might own a small Yi, several small Yi, or a combination of a large Yi and several small Yi. "Fangyi" was the fiefdom of a family surnamed "Fang." Chen Xiang was desperate to understand everything about this world, but staying in this small village meant he was essentially isolated. He couldn't hunt, farm, or weave; he could only rely on selling items from his spatial storage. These thoughts, though numerous, only took a few seconds to form in his mind. "I do have something, I don't know if you'd be interested," Chen Xiang said, holding up a silver ring. Meanwhile, he secretly focused his mind, ready to run away at the slightest sign of trouble. "Ah? Please allow me to take a closer look," the tall man had asked casually, but he hadn't expected Chen Xiang to actually possess something. He took another half-step forward, not reaching out, but staring intently at the ring in Chen Xiang's hand. It was a simple silver ring, without any extra patterns, only a snake-like S-shape at the joint, and its diameter wasn't large. It was a women's style. The tall man looked at it for a while, a satisfied expression appearing on his face. He asked somewhat impatiently, "How much for this ring?" Chen Xiang had done his research beforehand, and upon hearing the question, he didn't hesitate: "Ten taels of gold will suffice." This gold wasn't pure gold; it was actually brass (brass oxidizes naturally, turning a similar golden color). The tall man hesitated for a moment, then asked, "This… may I touch the ring?" "Of course. I won't let you worry." He then took out five gold ingots and handed them to Chen Xiang. Since the other party was so cooperative, Chen Xiang couldn't be stingy. He handed the ring to the tall man and examined the gold ingot closely. This was his first time encountering such precious currency. Wang the Hunter and the Weaver Girl only had bronze coins. A level higher was made of an iron-copper alloy, called a "chain." A level higher still was brass "gold." This gold ingot was roughly the same size, though calling it an ingot wasn't entirely accurate; it wasn't perfectly round. There was a hole in the center for attaching a cord. The entire ingot was 2.5cm in diameter, just the right size to hold in one's hand. There were two characters on it. Chen Xiang only recognized the first one, which was the number "2." The tall man touched and examined the ring meticulously, turning it over and over. He said, "Your item is indeed quite nice, but 10 taels of gold is too expensive. Could you make it cheaper?" Chen Xiang had been asking for an exorbitant price; one tael of gold was enough to exchange for 10 "chain" coins. One "chain" coin could be exchanged for 5 copper coins. Using Earth's calculations, 30 jin of millet would only yield one "chain" coin. Assuming that 1 jin of rice equals 2.5 yuan and one "chain coin" equals 75 yuan, and one tael of gold equals 750 yuan, this ring is equivalent to a asking price of 7500 yuan. The tall man, seeing that Chen Xiang remained silent, said again, "I am indeed sincere in wanting to buy it. Leaving this item here would be a waste of its value. I am willing to offer 6 gold coins." He was really ruthless in his bargaining, immediately offering a 60% discount. However, Chen Xiang only bought the ring for a few dozen yuan. It was equivalent to making 100 times his initial investment, and he didn't feel bad at all: "My ring is made of exquisite materials and the workmanship is even more beautiful. Look at the natural and smooth curves, and the joints are seamless. Only a master craftsman could make it. It is truly an heirloom of my ancestors." At this point, he deliberately paused: "Originally, I would have offered the same price. However, I have lived here for a long time and am not well-informed about the outside world. If it is convenient, please tell me your background, what you intend to use this item for, and if there is anything noteworthy to tell you recently?" Chapter Nine "Young master... ah...!!" The Weaver Girl in the room began to moan again, straddling Chen Xiang's waist. Kneeling on the bed with her legs spread, she used her waist to move up and down. Sometimes she would sit down gently, then pull up sharply. Sometimes she would sit down heavily, then pull up gently. Sometimes she would twist her hips, grinding her hips, allowing Chen Xiang's penis to reach every part of her vagina. Her juices flowed continuously from her vaginal opening, her face flushed, her lips trembling. She was being driven to ecstasy by Chen Xiang's enormous member, and in this position, Chen Xiang didn't need to exert any force, so he didn't ejaculate even after half an hour. Zhi Nu couldn't take it anymore; she had already orgasmed twice. After the second orgasm, even her supporting arms began to tremble. "Young master, spare me, I can't take it anymore..." "Oh? Let me grind my flower again!" Hearing Chen Xiang say this, Zhi Nu was both happy and afraid. Happy because this man was handsome (from a foreigner's perspective), and of noble status. Afraid because this man had endless tricks up his sleeve in bed, making her feel incredibly pleasurable, often causing her to faint. She gritted her teeth, mustered her remaining strength, and began to slowly grind her hips. Chen Xiang's large glans pressed directly against the Weaver Girl's cervix, the mere pressure making her weak and numb. Unexpectedly, this grinding caused the cervix to open wide, and the glans, following the spiraling force, squeezed directly into the cervix. The Weaver Girl felt as if her core was on fire, a mixture of pain and pleasure, numbness and tingling, and she could no longer help but cry out! "Hiss..." Chen Xiang also gasped, the layers of soft flesh of the Weaver Girl's vagina enveloping his penis, an extremely pleasurable sensation. Even more stimulating was the glans, as if it had entered another place. The woman's cervix tightly gripped the front of the glans, preventing the coronal sulcus from squeezing in as well. He felt as if his penis was being sucked by two different secret chambers. Chen Xiang was truly inhaling with pleasure. Men are so greedy; taking advantage of the moment when the Weaver Girl was crying out, he thrust his hips upwards with force. This time, not only the tip of the glans penis, but also the coronal sulcus was completely inside the cervix. The cervix locked the coronal sulcus tightly, making it impossible to move even an inch! The Weaver Girl trembled violently from this blow, letting out continuous screams: "Aaaaaaah!!!"
Saliva unconsciously dripped from his mouth. Chen Xiang could no longer hold back his ejaculation and roared, "Fuck you to death!!!! Fuck you to death!!!" His semen gushed out, spurting directly into Zhi Nu's uterus. Doused with the scalding semen, Zhi Nu's eyes rolled back, and she completely fainted. The two slept until dawn. Zhi Nu was completely unable to wake up. Only then did Chen Xiang pull his penis out of Zhi Nu's vagina. They had been intimate all night, and his penis made a "pop" sound when it was pulled out. He checked Zhi Nu's vagina again and found that most of the semen he had ejaculated the night before hadn't flowed out. Chen Xiang smiled smugly: "It wasn't for nothing that I kept you plugged all night." He washed up and got up, then went outside to exercise. Otherwise, even an iron body couldn't withstand nightly revelry. How to exercise? That was the question, Chen Xiang thought for a moment. He decided to practice the Five Animal Frolics. This wasn't some kind of internal energy cultivation technique exaggerated in martial arts novels. It's a scientific form of exercise, and not only that, the Chinese Medical Association strongly recommends it. There are both video and written tutorials online. Why does Chen Xiang know this? It's all for showing off, especially when traveling outdoors. You can't go wrong posing for photos on mountaintops; some people strike a V-sign, some a cliff-jumping pose, some a funny pose. Chen Xiang learned the Five Animal Frolics just for posing. To show off in photos! But back on Earth, he never practiced it regularly, only using it for showing off. In this new world, without work, internet, cell phones, or television, he was incredibly bored, so he decided to practice in the mornings to kill time. At first, his movements were very clumsy, and he had to practice while recalling them. After several days of continuous practice, his movements became much smoother. He hardly needed to recall them anymore. After completing the whole set, he was slightly sweaty. The air in this other world was fresh, and breathing felt especially invigorating. Chen Xiang thought for a moment and then took out his phone to check it; to save battery, he had already turned it off. Aside from checking the time and making a few SOS calls when he first regained consciousness, he hadn't used it again. "Sigh, this is a memento from my original world! Maybe my great-great-great-grandchildren will be able to use a cell phone someday?" he muttered to himself, then felt ridiculous, thinking about such unrealistic things was really a pain in the ass. "Let me look at it one more time. There are photos of my parents and girlfriend in there." Chen Xiang convinced himself; he knew that even if he never turned it on, the battery would naturally discharge. The familiar boot screen and ringtone, the familiar interface… After only 10 days without using his phone, Chen Xiang felt a sense of unfamiliarity. He opened the photo folder and began flipping through pictures of his girlfriend—sometimes charming, sometimes mischievous, sometimes angry—and then pictures of his parents during holidays, family photos. Tears welled up in his eyes without him realizing it. The tears dripped onto the phone screen, blurring it. "Don't cry, Chen Xiang, you're a man. The fact that you're still alive is the greatest happiness for your family!" he tried to comfort himself, reaching out to wipe away the tears from the screen. As he wiped away his tears, the touchscreen slid naturally. "Huh? What's this?" Chen Xiang suddenly noticed a program with a question mark on the newly appeared interface. A question mark wasn't unusual; normally, programs the system couldn't recognize would be treated this way. But Chen Xiang clearly remembered that he hadn't installed any new programs on his phone; it was all the same old stuff he was used to. Could it be his girlfriend who installed it? But he'd used his phone before he transmigrated and hadn't noticed this. It has to be said, Chen Xiang was incredibly bored; even with such a simple situation, he started analyzing it. "Let's try it," he thought, tapping the question mark program with a sense of anticipation. The phone vibrated, then went black. "No way? It crashed?" Chen Xiang stared at the screen. Soon, a bright spot appeared in the center, gradually expanding into a thin spiral line. Then the line began to differentiate, becoming five colored lines: red, blue, white, black, and yellow. The five colored lines rotated and twisted continuously, finally emitting a five-colored light. Chapter Ten. "Boatman... how many years have you been rowing on this Lanshui River?" Sitting in this small boat, it would be a lie to say he wasn't apprehensive. The gunwale was barely an arm's length above the water. With each gentle lapping of the waves, larger sprays would playfully splash onto him. Coupled with the river breeze, Chen Xiang felt a chill rise from his feet to his scalp, causing him to shiver several times. His question was broken and he could barely speak. The old boatman chuckled, "I'm 45 years old this year. I've been rowing on this Lanshui River for 20 years. Young man, don't be afraid. The Lanshui River is gentle; our Lanshui Village depends on it. The River God hasn't been angry for 20 years!" As he spoke, his hands didn't stop; the oars traced a nimble arc, cutting into the water like a fish, without splashing a single wave. Sitting on the boat, Chen Xiang thought of the Weaver Girl again—truly a devoted woman. He wasn't the type to abandon someone after sex, and besides, this woman had saved his life. If she had left Chen Xiang in the woods, he would most likely have been wolf food. Furthermore, she could have easily killed him, stripped him naked, and sold his body for money. "Taking you out with me is inconvenient. Keep these chain coins safe, and remember not to let anyone know. Not even Hunter Wang!" At their parting, Chen Xiang broke up the three gold ingots, exchanging them for 60 chain coins. He gave 40 to the Weaver Girl and
kept only 10 for himself. He used the remaining 10 chain coins to buy 200 jin of millet and some daily necessities, then hired someone to haul the millet back and store it in the cellar. This way, he had both funds for business and enough food for the Weaver Girl. If he paid her all the money, it would probably harm her. Chen Xiang himself didn't know what would happen on this trip. After all, he was only flesh and blood; he would get hungry if he didn't eat, thirsty if he didn't drink, and would bleed if he were attacked. Taking Zhinu with him was far too dangerous; it was better to let her stay in the small village. Besides, his biggest asset in making this decision to go out was... Haha, I didn't expect that time travel would actually have its perks!
"Young man, hold on tight, we're about to dock!" The old boatman's shout pulled Chen Xiang's wandering thoughts back. He gripped the edge of the boat tightly. With a "thud," the small boat quickly approached the dock, making intimate contact with the wooden stakes under the force of the current. After paying the old boatman one copper coin for the fare, Chen Xiang finally set foot on this land. This land that legally belonged to "Fangyi"! Even though it was winter, some hardy grasses were still stubbornly growing on the ground. The area near the dock was muddy, but the further away from the dock, the more vibrant the green grass grew, clumps here and there, dotting the land as far as Chen Xiang could see. The patches of green on the ground made this winter seem less desolate and cruel. He followed a path worn smooth by many people, beginning his slow, bus-like movement. Chen Xiang's biggest regret about this trip was that, to avoid attracting attention, he was only wearing a linen garment! The winter wind made him sneeze several times. "No, I'm definitely going to catch a cold like this. I don't want to be a transmigrator who dies from a cold!"
he muttered, quickly finding a sheltered spot by the roadside and taking out his thermal underwear from his storage space. He put on the underwear first, then put the linen garment on top. Fortunately, the linen garment had a high neckline and was tied with a hemp rope, so no one would immediately notice the strangeness of his underwear. After walking for a while, the path in front of him began to multiply, and animal droppings and vehicle tracks appeared. Fortunately, it wasn't raining, and the road surface was relatively firm. Chen Xiang dodged the occasional "landmines" that appeared on the road while struggling to keep going. Damn it, a fork in the road? Which way? Chen Xiang was dumbfounded. The road he came from had split into three branches in front of him, without even a road sign. He was completely lost! He could only squat down, pluck a blade of grass from the ground, and subconsciously twirl it in his hand. Then, something strange happened. The grass, spinning in Chen Xiang's palm, stretched straight out and slowly left his hand. As if an invisible hand was dragging it, it climbed, climbed. Finally, it hovered beside Chen Xiang's ear. Suddenly, the blades of grass that hadn't been pulled from the ground, under the influence of an invisible force, leaped out of the soil. They danced and swirled, stretching straight out one by one. They lined up in front of Chen Xiang! They seemed to have come to life. One moment they formed the character "大" (big), the next the character "心" (heart), and then the shape of two crossed swords. Chen Xiang stared blankly at the grass, his eyes revealing a utter bewilderment. Any visitor from Earth would likely scream in terror at the sight. But Chen Xiang showed no fear. His phone emitted a dazzling array of colors. Then, the light faded, and the phone itself vanished. Right before his eyes, it disappeared without a trace from his hand! If time travel had occurred, what other strange thing couldn't happen? Chen Xiang was startled, but he quickly calmed down. Was this humanity's remarkable ability to adapt to its environment?
He wasn't a scientist, nor was he interested in studying the underlying principles. All he knew was that after his phone mysteriously disappeared, he discovered he possessed superpowers? Or rather, special abilities?
These abilities resembled Nen abilities from Earth's movies and TV shows. At least, that was Chen Xiang's conclusion from his experiments, and his Nen was very weak. He couldn't even move a bowl. He could move small pieces of soil, leaves, twigs, and paper. He couldn't move anything slightly heavier. If there was any advantage, it seemed to be that it wasn't limited to any particular type of object? Of course, he hadn't tried metal yet; it was too heavy. "Sigh, how do I upgrade this ability? If I could be like the Electromagnetic King from X-Men, wouldn't that be incredibly cool! The Electromagnetic King can only control metal, but I can control everything!!" Lost in his own imagination, the man was quickly jolted awake by the vibration. "What's this?" He stood up and saw an oxcart. "Cool, I'll hitch a ride. Hopefully, we're going the same way." Then, he started waving his arms and shouting. Chapter Eleven: After a long and arduous journey, they finally arrived in Fangyi around noon. You can't expect too much from an oxcart, can you? A few hundred meters from the city gate, Chen Xiang dismounted from the oxcart and carefully examined the town before him. It was a town that wasn't really a city; in fact, it wasn't.

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